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Fuck!
Talia!
I should worry for myself, but I can’t do that. She’s never been here before. She’s probably lost and scared. I need to get back to her, which means getting away from this bastard. I kick and hit, and then something hits the back of my head, knocking me out cold.
* * *
When I come to, I’m no longer moving.
My stomach is still queasy, probably from the pain, and my head aches, but not as much as my shoulder, which is worryingly turning numb. Forcing my eyes open, I realise I’m lying on the floor, the concrete before me dirty and stained.
There’s murmuring then.
Voices.
Lots of them.
I jerk upright and sit on my knees, my eyes widening as I take in my surroundings.
I’m in the fucking monster’s lair, surrounded by hundreds of them. They stare at me, leaving a wide, empty circle between me and them, as if they won’t risk getting closer. I almost laugh because they definitely aren’t scared of me, and weirdly, I’m not afraid of them.
I definitely should be. I blame the shock of the wound.
They are blood-red, with tails and curved horns on their heads. Most are shirtless, with huge crimson chests and impossible muscles. They are tall too, gigantic.
A noise has me turning my head, and that’s when I see a throne, a golden fucking throne, with one of the monsters sitting on it. Its huge legs are parted, and its tail drapes over the armrest. Its head is tilted down, with its black eyebrows slanting over empty, midnight black eyes. Somehow, I know it was this creature that took me.
But why?
And why the fuck am I still alive?
“Er, hi?” I say, needing to fill the silence.
EIGHT
AKUJI
Her hesitant yet strong voice fills the air, making my people still. Some look at me in question, wondering why I brought the human here. We tend to ignore those who invade our lands above, but others do not. I have killed soldiers who tried to kidnap my people or hurt them, my hands running with their blood as I snapped their necks with joy.
I am no friend to humans…except this one.
They are still all wondering why. Why did I spare her? Why did I save her? Why is she here?
The answer is, I don’t know. I never have when it comes to her. It’s a feeling, pulling me to her from the deepest depths of my soul, I cannot explain.
The sight of her kneeling before me, her eyes narrowed and posture submissive, has my cock hardening under my loincloth. I ignore it, as always, since we are not shy people. My own won’t even notice, but her eyes widen like she did, and it makes me smile. Her reaction is so adorable. A blush begins to stain her too pale cheeks.
She is hurt.
I smell her blood, which is so thick in the air, I can almost taste it. The thought makes my tongue dart out to catch the scent before I lick my teeth, imagining it filling my mouth. The thought warps and my blood thirst changes as I visualise her below me, writhing in ecstasy as I slam my huge cock into her tiny body. I feel the phantom sting of her useless claws scraping down my back as her head is thrown back in ecstasy, her little human body filled with pleasure. My own nails score the arms of my chair as my eyes narrow on her.
I wonder if she needs to be healed. She clearly does not mend as fast as we do.
She mistakes my regard, shifting back slightly as her gaze sweeps the space. Realising she is trapped, she turns back to me, correctly guessing I’m in charge. She is brave, my human, but I knew that.
“I’m not here to hurt you.”
The crowd begins to laugh at the idea of a human being able to hurt us. Her eyes narrow in anger, and I cover my smiling lips so as not to annoy her by running my hand across my jaw. She huffs and sits back, more comfortable now that we haven’t outright attacked her. I can only imagine what her people say about us, after all.
