“I told you before you have been talking in your sleep. Do you not remember?”
“I do not sleep.”
“Yes, so when you began, you can only tell how desperate I became.” She replies crisply. “You were babbling nonsensical things with your eyes closed.”
My gaze drops. I hate this barricade I have built around myself. This tower of indifference that speaks too loud with hollow resolution.
“I came to find out that you have been frequently visiting someone you areabovevisiting.”
I wave off her concern.“It only matters if the visitation upsets the balance. It does not.”
Sateva is drilling holes into my head. “You are not an idiot, Datu, do not act like you are. You knowexactlywhat I mean.”
With one last glare, she drops Xiaoyu’s satchel to the ground and walks into the forest. I sigh and rub my forehead as I lumber straight to the tree where my freshly-made loin cloth is draped. I’d never had to wear one until now. My slit is starting to come apart and I did not want to frighten Xiaoyu.
Sateva does not understand my legitimate need to separate myself from too much turmoil and emotions. It leaks like poison throughout the island, leaving chaos, disorder in its wake. It had happened once, and that time, the catalyst had been my pain, my anger.
With my pain, however, came a lot of answers that have since dried. Literally.
I knead my bulge as it leaks more luminescent fluid. It should disgust me, but I accept it. My body changes for my mate willingly. It did not have to be suctioned out anymore. She can’t be bred by dust. She needs mycum. The human term is fitting.
She will arrive when I have her.
Squeezing, pushing the swelling shut is not helping. In fact, it worsens my desire. My teeth, my gums…they are hurting as my claws dig into the tree. It crackles under pressure.
The air feels slick, and there’s a call in me. It’s that little flutter I feel in my chest every time my dreamer sleeps. My original form is being summoned. Slowly, I realize why my sister had asked if Xiaoyu was to my liking.
It’s her. My sweet dreamer.
Xiaoyu
My dreams are nothing short of horrifying. I never dream of Brother Bear again but the monster that haunts him. It’s as if it’s taken interest in me after that meet-cute. Sometimes it’s a spider, sometimes it’s just a hole. Tonight, it’s taken the form of a forest.
I lay on its soft, mossy mattress and sigh. There’s a perfume in the air and it smells of sweet, sweet romance. I stretch as the ropes of thorny vines rip my clothes. They’re not patient—they’re wild, insatiable like writhing snakes. They strip me until my clothes are in tatters.
Roots coil my way, trapping my ankles, wrists. Something else twists my hair, pulling, kneading. The ground quakes, vocalizing its hunger. Like waves, lines and lines of foxgloves come my way. There’s so many of them they look like a tsunami. They move with a slow certainty that tickles my skin. They caress me, but the buds are biting me, too.
Soft, tiny teeth surround the thousands of bell-like petals and I move my hips, my neck, inviting them for more. My skin is hot, reaching a fever pitch as it slides over my pussy. Gliding, sucking like it knows what I want. What Ineed.
My breaths come in hard, fast. I am gasping, “Don’t stop” on repeat as it vibrates. My muscles are tight, so, so ready to come. Toarrive. My sight is clouded, all I’m seeing are the cups of poison. My lips part, and I sigh. I am free, unshackled as the spikes enter me.
Through me. Over me. Inside me. They areeverywhereuntil they sneak into my mouth. They’re not kind at all. They twist in my throat and I choke, clawing at my neck. I’m drowning in putrid stomach acid before my eyes flash open.
My stomach clenches, and I curl over myself. This…is so not sexy.
“Xiaoyu?”
My eyes flash open and embarrassment fills me again. I hate this. Today, I find out I hate relying on someone for my food as much as I hate being edged.
I sit up from the bed and see that Datu is wet. Like he’s just come from a soak in the creek. Is there one close by?
There’s a cheeky grin on his face, but I see something behind that lofty, easygoing smile. I just can’t put a finger on what it is.“Nice dream?”
Ignoring his question, I hide my burning face. It’s still dark and I feel well-rested enough. Datu wears a loin cloth now that hangs dangerously loose. One tug, it’s off.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Half the night.”
