The severity of your situation had long donned on you. Since you left home youve been attacked by zombies countless times, prolonging your arrival time enough to make you have to set camp for the night. You can only thank god for it being only one of those creatures attacking at a time. Until now.
You are standing on top of a van, watching a group of the things bang on the glass, snarling right beneath your feet. All you can hear is a loud ringing in your ears, because you know they arent trying to get to you. No, they are trying to get to simon, who is trapped in the van you stand on. All you have is a granola bar in your pocket, your pack is on the floor next to the fire about 10 feet away. You look around, 5 of them. I have to do something. You think to yourself, suddenly you get an idea, opening the small hatch on the roof of the van, “Simon!” He shoots his head up, relieved to see you. “Yea?” He grunts, trying to hide from the things. “I have an idea! Im gonna draw their attention up here, you roll the window down just enough to reach your hand out and get em with your knife!” You say hurriedly. He pauses, “no. Nah uh. Yer gonna get yourself killed.” You glare, “ill be fine, just do it!” And with that your banging on the roof, yelling about how tasty your flesh is and wiggling your fingers just out of their reach. All their attention on you. After a while you start getting nervous, cuz your not seeing any bodies dropping. And then they do. Like flies, each of them create a loud thud on the floor one by one. You take a moment to calm your racing heart, staring at the starry sky. When you hear the van door open you look down to see simon climbing out over the bodies. He gets out and stands with his hands on his hips, staring at the ground. You hop off the van and walk to him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “We better sleep in the van, less exposed.” You say softly, and he nods, grabbing your packs off the floor and kicking dirt over the fire. You climb into the van and lay down the back seats for you two so you have a big glat space to lay on. He joins you after putting the packs in the front seat. You both lay in silence for a while, your thoughts racing with the days events. “Thank you simon” you whisper. “Fer what?” He says quietly. “Everything, you didnt even have to take me with you. You saved me.” You say, still staring at the cieling. He lets out a small grunt in acknowledgment, “couldnt leave my bird all alone now could i?” You laugh softly, finally turning to him to see him already looking at you. “We should get some sleep.” You say softly, staring into his pretty eyes. You can see the sky through the window on the roof, its so much brighter without the city light clouding it. He nods in agreement.
In the morning you wake up with an unfamiliar weight on your chest. You open your eyes and blink a few times to adjust, you see simons arm draped over you, him fast asleep. You cant help but laugh loudly as he suddenly snores like a bear. He jumps and sits up, panicking slightly before looking down to see you holding a hand over your mouth to stifle laughter. He grunts and rolls his eyes. He looks around outside through the windows for a while before finally opening the door, stepping over the bodies from last night and stretching. You yawn and follow him, grabbing both your packs out of the car.
“We should get moving” he says, his voice deep and groggy. You nod and sling your pack over your back and wait for him to lead the way. And your off.
Simon is driving the car silently, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. Its not like you were wanting to talk anyways, all your thoughts racing through your head, youd be too distracted to have a conversation. So the roar of the old red truck simon inherited from a bet at a bar was the only noise heard. “We are gonna be ok right?” You ask after a while of silence. That is followed by more silence. “Yeah. We’ll be alright bird.” You slump in your seat slightly at how long it took to answer that question.
15 minutes into the drive one of the worst things that could possibly happen, happens. The engine makes a loud boom sound, followed by blinding amounts of smoke coating the windshield. Simon stops the truck, “stay in the car.” You watch him get out and pop the hood, once he is out of your sight you look around at the abandoned roads you are on, abandoned cars sprinkle the backroads highway, trees on either side of you. Cars but no people. No live ones at least. Youd been so caught up in your head the whole drive you somehow hadnt noticed the copious amount of bodies spread everywhere, and if there wasnt a body there was a pool of blood where one SHOULD be lying. It sends a pang of anxiety into your heart, and your suddenly more aware of the fact that ghost is silent, out of your line of sight, and you feel the crushing feeling of alone in a scary situation. Your heart picks up pace, you hold your breath for a second to listen, “simon?” You call out quietly. When you dont get a response you curl into yourself, staring at your doorhandle. After another minute you decide its a good idea, against your bodys wishes, to get out of the car and check on simon. You pull the handle and slowly open the creaky door. You hold your breath as you quietly step out of the car, freezing when you of course step on broken glass. You still hear nothing so you move around slowly to the front of the truck, your heart drops into your ass when simon is not there. At this point your heart is beating so fast it feels like its gonna explode and you are shaking with adrenaline. Suddenly your something hits your back and you jump hard, turning around as fast as a tornado. Simon is standing at the back of the truck getting out his pack and you look down and yours is at your feet where he tossed it at you. You open your mouth to ask a million questions to relieve some anxiety, but before you can simon has his finger pressed to his lips with a serious expression on his face. He comes to you and leans down, “trucks out of commission. We have to walk. ‘Bout 4 hours. Dont know whats out there, so be quiet bird. Much as i wanna hear ya sing, s’ not safe.” He whispers. You nod after a moment of dread, now knowing you have to walk a 25 minute drive out in the open with nothing but a pack and a hope of living through the night. And a military guard dog, that helps too you suppose.
You two start walking, and your all too aware of how loud your footsteps are. Your so aware of your own it takes you a while to realize that you cant even hear simons. You listen for him, watching him walking in front of you, but you hear nothing. Even with his big bulky boots, his thick vest, his tactical gear, he makes absolutely no noise. After a while you feel hair on your nevk rise and you start looking around, being more aware of your surroundings and ghost picks up immediately, stopping in place. You almost bump into him, but before you can ask anything he is slowly spinning in a cirlce looking all around for something, and you join him, breathing quieter. You heart rate picks up the longer you two search for the invisible danger. There is a few cars around, its more of a shopping strip you are in now, shops lining the streets. You’ve stayed out of populated areas until now, there was no way out of this in the route. He grabs your strap on your pack and slowy starts pulling you along again, still keeping a lookout. You two get another 10 feet before something is knocked over, way too close for comfort, right behind your back, you both whip around to see a zombie standing in the road staring at you. You hold your breath, frozen. It lets out a loud gurgled sigh before running full speed at you two, your suddenly yanked backwards by your pack and you turn, running with ghost. Your not looking back but you know the thing is gaining on you two. Simon knows it too with how he shoves you out of the way inbetween two cars, then turns and grapples with the vicious thing head on. It claws and pulls at him with everything its got, snarling and making gurgled screams. Simons grunts as he pushes it away long enough to grab his knife and when it comes back at him, he sinks the blade into the top of its bloody skull. You both pant in silence for a moment. Simon walks to you and leans down to whisper, “Ya ok?” You nod in response after mentally checking your body over to make sure your not hurt. He nods, satisfied. Then just grabs your pack and keeps walking, dragging you along. You stumble a little then catch yourself and keep walking.
You and simon had been neighbors for around 3 years now, you’d had meals together and helped eachother with house projects many times, even though he disappeared for months at a time. He didnt like to talk about his work much but you could safely guess it was something military based on all the military gear spread throughout the house. You would house sit while he was gone, watering the plants and such (the one single succulent on his livingroom windowsill).
Simon had been home for a few days now and seemed on edge, you invited him for dinner to celebrate his return and he accepted. After dinner you were chatting and turned on the tv for background noise. First thing that was weird about that is that it opened up to a live broadcast, which you never watch. Second thing that was weird was the woman frantically speaking about a new virus. Third thing, the camera cut to a man ‘on the scene’ and he was being mauled by a pregnant woman. You were frozen watching the tv, and simon stopped talking to look at you, only then noticing the graphic scene on the television. He hummed to himself, “pack a bag.” You whip you head to him “what?” He stands up to head over to his apartment, “pack a bag, clothes, food, flashlight, first aid kit. Ill be back in 5, lock the door.” And then he was gone. You were frozen for a minute, then when you thawed out you grabbed a big duffle bag with backpack straps he had gifted you a year ago, and you began hesitantly packing all the items he told you. You hear your door open, and you had just finished packing, you go to your livingroom ready to ask simon a million more questions but what you are greeted by instead was a tall man with half a face. His clothes were torn and bloody, cuts and holes all over his decaying grey skin. You stop, holding your breath. The thing whips its head at you and opens its mouth to let out a piercing shriek before bolting towards you, kocking over your chairs. You run back to your room, closing and locking the door. The thing is outside your door slamming its whole body against the door while snarling, with enough force to bend the door. You mentally curse yourself for not locking the door like simon told you. You start formulating a plan, you lean against the door with all your weight to try to stop it from entering, looking around the room for a weapon. Suddenly there is silence. You stay quiet, aside from your shaky breathing. You wait. knock knock. “Its si open up.” You let out the breath you were holding and swing the door open, the thing is lying even more lifeless than it already was on the ground off to the side, and simon is standing there in full gear, a duffel hanging on his back, and many many weapons. You start to tear up slightly, “simon what the fuck is happening” he walks to your living room, the door is now locked. “On my last op, we caught wind of a virus spreading in the middle east. Didnt see it for myself but heard it was some gnarly shit. Didnt think it would get here this fast. Was hoping it wouldnt at all.” He says. “We need to go to base.” He opens up your cabinets and grabs some of the snacks you didnt pack, putting them in his pockets. “So, what, the world is ending?” You ask more panicked now. He finally turns to look at you, grabbing your shoulders “i dont know. All i know is we need somewhere safe right now. And thats base, so thats where we are going. Bout a 45 minute drive, right outside of town.” You breath for a minute then nod.
pairing. clark kent x fem!reader genre. friends to lovers. sexual tension. smut.
after a brutal event leaves clark weak and poisoned by kryptonite, you follow strict orders to rush him to his parents’ home — the one place you’re certain no one would find him at. a safe house.
word count. 5.1k words warnings. men in pain !! men in pain !! sexual tension. clark worrying about oc. he smells and hears her arousal bc of his super senses giggles. smut. oral (fem!receiving) MUNCH CLARK. fingering. unprotected + rough sex. size kink. tummy bulge. he puts a fucking pillow between the wall and the bed frame. they have to be very quiet. BIG COCK CLARK. squirting.
✶ inspired by events from — SUPERMAN (2025).
ana’s notes. i know this isnt anything jungkook related but .. im going through something rn with this man. i shouldve never fucking watched this movie. some details are improvised bc i lowk dont know shit abt superman (i was always more of a marvel girlie) so if theres smth in here that doesnt make sense for his character .. please just PLEASE JUST DONT OKAY. okie !! enjoy ♡
Clark Kent was a very reserved man.
Even at the office, he rarely had much to say. If someone asked about his day, he’d answer with something short — a few words, never a story. He never flaunted his accomplishments or fed off the praise. Where most of the department reeked of overbearing bragging and egotistical bastards, Clark kept to himself. He was private. Content with staying out of the spotlight.
Even as friends, you knew only fragments about him. How he liked his coffee — black, bitter, not even a pinch of sugar. That he didn’t have an Instagram, Facebook, or any kind of digital footprint beyond an email address.
And then, of course, there was the part you hadn’t known.
That he was Superman.
He hadn’t wanted you to find out — you could tell by the way he stammered and lied through an explanation the night you confronted him about it. But Clark Kent was not nearly as subtle as he liked to think he was, and you were far too observant. He was conveniently missing whenever Superman was needed. Once could’ve been a coincidence, but every time? No way.
Over time, he was okay with you knowing. He trusted you.
You were his friend. And friends trust and help each other.
Which was why you had helped him get all the way here — to his parents’ home, a beautiful farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet. Safe.
You’d been to Clark’s apartment in Metropolis many times — a high-rise with floor-to-ceiling windows, glossy black marble tiles, and simple, modern furniture.
It couldn't have been more different from the warmth of his parents’ farmhouse in Kansas. Here, the floors were scuffed wood, every step creaking faintly, and the whole house carried the scent of timber with a soft undertone of cinnamon. Memories were painted on the walls — framed photographs of smiles, family trips, and holiday dinners.
Clark’s parents were the kind of people who opened their home to you as if they’ve been waiting for you your whole life, their kindness effortless and genuine. It was a home that radiated comfort and care, and suddenly it made sense why Clark was so well-mannered and grounded. He’d grown up in the center of it all.
His childhood room was left untouched. Band posters and old movie prints clung to the walls, their corners curling. A shelf in the corner displayed trophies and figurines that had clearly been handled and loved. For all that he was, Superman, the man who could save the world and never expect anything in return, there was something disarmingly ordinary about this space. About him.
A low groan from behind you broke through your thoughts.
“You’re still here,” Clark murmured from the bed, his voice low and hoarse. He was lying down, one hand pressed over his ribs like the pressure alone could hold him together. The suit still clung to him, faint streaks of dirt and ash dulling the bright colors. The Kryptonite’s grip had loosened, his veins back to their normal color, but he was still weak. The sun was already setting. He’d be fully recovered by morning.
“Did you want me to leave?” you asked, turning just enough to meet his gaze.
“I- No!” His head lifted slightly, urgency in his tone. “I’m just… surprised.”
There was something behind that word. Not shock, exactly, but disbelief — like he wasn’t used to someone waiting for him to recover. Like he’d expected to wake up alone.
You crossed the room, the floorboards creaking under each step, and lowered yourself into the chair beside his bed. His eyes followed you, searching your face, as if he was waiting for you to change your mind.
“How’re you feeling?” you ask softly.
“Pain,” he replied, a faint, breathy chuckle escaping before his eyes slipped shut. The sound was quiet, but it still carried that small thread of warmth you’d learned to recognize in him.
“Holt said you should feel fine in the morning, once the sun starts coming out,” you told him, keeping your voice gentle, like anything louder might press against his headache.
His gaze flickered, something unreadable in it before he looked away. “I wish you’d stayed in Metropolis,” he murmured, his voice low but edged with frustration. “You’re safer there.”
You shook your head without hesitation. “No.”
“Yes,” he said, more firmly this time. The softness in his tone gave way to steel, the same voice he used when there was no room for argument. “You could’ve gotten hurt just by being seen with me. If something happened, I-“ His jaw tightened. “I wouldn’t have been able to save you.”
You leaned forward slightly, catching his eyes. “Well, I wasn’t,” you said, your tone steady but gentler than your words. “Stop stressing yourself out, Clark. You’ve done enough. You should get some more rest.”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted against the pillows, wincing a little. His hand fidgeted with the edge of his cape, eyes flicking to you and then away again.
“I, uh… I don’t…” He paused, licking his lips. “I don’t really like sleeping in the suit. It’s- uh- kinda uncomfortable. I was just… wondering if- if you could maybe… help me? Just with, y’know… the top part.”
“Y- yeah, sure,” you stammer, pushing yourself up and moving closer. Because you’re his friend. And friends help friends.
You help him sit up slowly, his breath hitching with a groan as his ribs protest the movement. Carefully, you reach behind to detach the cape, your fingers brushing the fabric with a softness that contrasts the roughness of the moment.
Then your hand finds the zipper at the back of his suit. You pull it down slowly, deliberately, revealing inch by inch of his creamy pale skin beneath — smooth, vulnerable, so human.
Clark’s eyes flutter open, meeting yours for a brief second before they close again. The silence between you stretches filled only by the soft sound of the zipper and his shallow breaths.
You help him pull the suit off his arms, the fabric sliding away to reveal his upper body — bare, exposed, impossible to ignore. His chest is broad and muscular, every line defined, almost unreal in its strength. The same goes for his biceps, thick and strong. Suddenly, your own nerves flutter, caught off guard by the closeness, the unexpected weight of this moment.
You steady the back of his neck as he leans back against the pillows, low groans rumbling from deep within him.
“You sure you don’t want me to… take it all off?” you ask quietly, the tension between you crackling like electricity.
If the room weren’t so heavy, if Clark wasn’t in so much pain, he might’ve thrown out a teasing, flirty comment about you trying to get him naked. But tonight, none of that comes.
Instead, he looks at you — eyes searching, silent, as if he’s trying to say something without words. Like he wants something he doesn’t quite know how to ask for.
“If you’re okay…” he murmured quietly, his voice soft, almost hesitant.
You gave him a small, reassuring smile, your fingers lightly tugging at the edge of the suit. He lifted his body as much as he could, every moment careful but willing — doing what he could to make it easier for you.
You kneel at the foot of the bed, fingers working at the heavy boots until they come off one by one with soft thuds against the floor. Then, with a firm grip, you take hold of the suit and give it a swift tug, the fabric sliding away until he’s left in nothing but his boxers.
On any other day, the situation might’ve been awkward — but tonight, he’s too worn down, too sore to care. His head stays against the pillow, eyes half-lidded, breaths slow and shallow.
You keep your gaze steady, careful not to linger, and carry the suit to his closet. The weight of it settles onto the hanger with a soft rustle, the deep blue and red now looking strangely still without him inside it.
“Goodnight,” you murmur, turning toward the door. But before your hand even reaches the knob, he calls your name. “Yes?” you turn back.
“Don’t go back without me,” he says, his eyes pleading in a way that makes your chest tighten. “Stay here for now. With me.”
You look at him fully this time. His body is bare, save for the thin stretch of fabric covering his hips. You’ve never seen Clark like this — stripped of the cape, of any clothes at that. It isn’t weird in a seeing your family member naked kind of way. It’s… different. Raw. It makes you nervous in a way you don’t want to think too hard about.
“I’m not going anywhere, Clark,” you tell him softly. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
You reach for the door again, but he calls your name once more.
“Yes?”
His lips curve faintly. “Thank you.”
You smile back. “Of course.”
Because friends help friends.
Clark awoke with a start.
The pain in his side had eased to a faint ache, and the heavy fog of fatigue was gone. The room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of the nightlight on the nightstand.
His mouth was dry. A glass of water sounded perfect.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got up and reached for the robe hanging on his closet door. The soft fabric brushed against his skin as he shrugged it on. Then, with slow, careful steps, he made his way toward the door, moving quietly as he descended the creaking staircase.
He walked through the dark with ease — even half-asleep, his steps were quiet and calculated — but he flipped the kitchen light on anyway. The soft hum of the bulb filled the silence. He grabbed a tall glass from the cupboard, filled it from the fridge, and downed it in one long swig, the cool water sliding down his throat, washing away the dryness.
“Clark?”
Your voice was soft, groggy. He turned as you padded into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.
And then he saw what you were wearing. His sweatshirt — the gray one, hanging loosely on you, sleeves dangling past your fingertips — and pajama pants cinched tight at your waist, the legs pooling around your feet.
“Hi,” he said, the word coming out softer than intended.
“Why are you awake? What time is it?” you asked, coming to stand beside him at the kitchen island, tugging the long sleeves of his sweatshirt — his sweatshirt — over your hands.
He noticed. And for a second, he forgot how to breathe.
“Almost three,” he murmured after glancing at the clock. “I don’t know — just woke up. Can’t sleep.” His sigh was low, weary, as he leaned onto the counter, elbows braced, thumbs fidgeting like he needed to keep them busy.
“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, searching his face.
“Nothing,” he said too fast. Then let out a small groan as he rolled his shoulders — and you caught the grimace of discomfort on his face.
“C’mere,” you said with a knowing smile, motioning him closer. “Let me help.”
He hesitated, a faint smile ghosting over his lips — as if to say you don’t have to do that.
But you were already moving behind him, resting your hand on his shoulder.
The robe was loose, soft beneath your palms, parting slightly as he shifted. You could feel the heat of his skin even through the fabric. He was broad, solid, so much bigger than you; your hands looked almost delicate against him as you kneaded at the hard line of muscle beneath his shoulder blade.
“Yeah, right there,” he groans, throwing his head back as you press your thumbs into a stubborn knot in his shoulder. The sound is low, unguarded — almost inappropriate for something so innocent.
You press your lips together, heat rising in your cheeks. His robe has slipped just enough to bare more of that solid shoulder, warm under your palms. You feel every twitch of muscle beneath your tiny hands, every breath he exhales as he leans heavier on the counter.
“Better?” you murmured, digging your thumbs in a little deeper.
“Mhm,” he said, the sound deep, almost a growl in the back of his throat. His head tipped forward, giving you more access.
Your thumbs worked lower, along the edge of his shoulder blade, and you felt the faint shift of his breath — slower now, heavier.
“You’re tense,” you whispered.
“Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse, “you have no idea.”
You cleared your throat, swallowing.
“Alright,” you murmured, stepping back before you got carried away. “Let’s go back to bed.”
He didn’t argue — just pushed off the counter lazily and obediently. The robes knot at his waist had slipped slightly, a slight peek of his chest and the line of his collarbone. Your eyes darted down before you could stop yourself, and you snapped them away just as quickly — but not quickly enough. He saw you.
You turned on your heel, making your way out of the kitchen, pretending you hadn’t been caught looking. Behind you, his mouth curved, faint and knowing, and he followed behind you.
Clark could smell you. Not just the faint trace of soap on your skin, but something stronger, intoxicating — the subtle tang of arousal that hit his scent with every shift of your steps. His jaw tightened. You were just causally walking, but he could hear the faint, wet sounds between your legs.
“Here, come sleep in my room. I’ll take the couch,” he insists, acting like he didn’t know your dirty little secret.
“No, it’s fine-“
“Please,” he cuts you off gently, a quiet firmness in his voice. “Mom and Dad get up super early anyway. I wouldn’t want them to wake you up.”
You press your lips together, trying to argue, but his earnest expression makes it pointless. Finally, you sigh, smiling despite yourself. “Fine.”
His own smile is softer, lingering just a little too long. “I’ll walk you up.”
You climb the creaking stairs, Clark right behind you. Every step is weighted with tension, a quiet electricity that makes your pulse race.
You reach the room and begin to speak. “Clark, I-“
But before the words can form, the door swings shut behind him. The sound echoes sharply in the quiet house.
Then his lips are on yours. Rough. Hungry. No hesitation. Your heart skips, your knees go weak, and the air between you shimmers with everything that’s been simmering for hours.
He pulls back just slightly, just enough to catch his breath, but the tension in his body is still taut. Pink lips, flushed cheeks, hair falling down his forehead, and those blue eyes darkened with something raw and hungry — lust, need, something you’ve never seen from him before.
He waits. Silent, expectant. Waiting for words you don’t have. Waiting for you to say stop, or a Clark, you’re reading me wrong — but none came.
Instead, your hands find the back of his neck, gripping him, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips meet yours again, feverish and demanding. Every inch of him pressed close, every gasp and low groan filling the space around you. You don’t pull away. You can’t.
He groans against your lips, words muffled but urgent. “Could smell how wet you are,” he breathes, “wanna feel it.”
You don’t pull back. “Touch me, please,” you murmur, guiding his hand. His fingers, much larger than yours, slither inside his your pants. He slides a finger up your folds, warm and slick, and you shiver against him.
“C- clark,” you moan, breath shaky, pushing your hips further into his hand.
The house is quiet, his parents asleep down the hall. Nothing exists outside the room — just the press of lips, the taste of each other, the wet, delicious sound of him touching your sopping pussy.
“Can I taste it, too?” he asks, lips and kisses trailing down your neck.
“Yes,” you moan, shivering. “Please.”
Without another word, he sinks to his knees, hooking a finger into the waistband of the pajama pants you’d stolen from him and pulling them down. You step out, bottom half bare, your panties gone in the washer with the rest of your clothes.
He looks up at you, holding your gaze, and then leans in closer. His tongue flicks out before he takes the first careful lick of your sensitive clit. His eyes flutter shut, lashes brushing his cheeks, as he tastes the sweet, wet arousal that’s been coating your inner thighs. You gasp, already hypersensitive, nearly collapsing at the slightest touch, knees weak from the rush of pleasure.
“So sweet,” he whispers against your clit, mostly to himself — but you can hear it, and can’t help smiling through your breathless moans.
Your fingers thread through his raven curls, brushing the strands from his eyes so you can watch his face. His brows are knitted tight in focus, lips and tongue working you over like he’s starving for it.
“Oh, god,” you moan, voice cracking. “Fucking hell.”
He hums low in his throat, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands slide up, cupping your ass, pulling you harder against his mouth until his face is buried so deep it feels like he’s trying to breathe you in — like he wouldn’t mind suffocating there.
His eyes flutter open, locking on yours as his lips seal around your clit. The heat of his tongue makes your knees weak, and then — oh fuck — he moves one hand from your ass and slides a finger inside your sopping hole. Just one, but with how big his hands are, it feels like so much more.
You’re grateful for how wet you are; it lets him push in smoothly, his finger gliding in and out with ease while his mouth works your clit.
You can’t tear your eyes away from him. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, breath coming fast.
“You like that?” he murmurs against you.
You nod frantically. “Fuck, M’gonna cum already, you’re so fucking good at that.”
He smiles against your clit, a low sound rumbling in his throat. Then, cruelly, his mouth disappears, his finger still stroking inside you but slower, lighter, just enough to drive you crazy.
“Clark,” you whine, breathless. “Wh- what are you doing?”
“Wanna hear you beg for it,” he says, voice low, almost a growl. His finger curls, hitting that perfect spot, and your legs tremble.
“Please,” you gasp, hips grinding down to chase his mouth. “Please, Clark- I need you-“
Instead of finishing what he started, Clark pulls back abruptly, sliding his fingers out of you — leaving you achingly empty. You whimper at the loss, hips lifting instinctively, but he’s already grabbing your waist and laying you down flat against the bed.
His chin glistens, but he doesn’t bother wiping it. The robe slips from his shoulders with a careless tug, revealing nothing but hard planes of muscle and smooth, golden skin. You take a shaky breath as he pushes your knee apart with ease, positioning himself between your thighs like he owns them.
You let out an audible whine. He’s taking far too long on purpose, and he knows it.
“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, low and steady, sinking onto his stomach. His fingers find your clit with maddening precision, spreading your slick over every swollen inch before sliding back inside, stretching you deep. “Just wanna make you cum first… before I fuck you.”
His fingers start to scissor inside you, stretching you open, and you can’t help the moan that slips out — soft, but loud enough to make Clark cautious. Quickly, his free hand grabs the hem of your sweatshirt and yanks it up to your mouth.
“Bite down,” he orders, pushing the fabric between your lips. You obey instantly, teeth sinking into the cotton, your muffled sounds vibrating against it. “That’s it. So good for me.”
Then he’s back down, tongue sealing over your clit. The sensation is sharp and overwhelming, and your legs try to clamp around his head on instinct. He doesn’t let you — his arm hooks around your thigh, holding it wide open with effortless strength, practically hugging your leg against his head as he devours you.
You moan into the sweatshirt, muffled and ragged, hips bucking involuntarily into his mouth as your body trembles with need.
He groans low, mouth pressed to your clit, fingers pumping relentlessly inside you. The friction, the slick heat, the press of his mouth — it all coils tight inside you until you can’t hold back.
Your walls clench around his fingers, gripping him, legs instinctively squeezing shut as the heavy wave of euphoria crashed throughout your body. Your chest rises and falls wildly, and your moans spill out muffled but desperate, through the fabric he shoved into your mouth.
He drinks you up thoroughly before pulling back, lips glistening, dimples peeking through as he licks them. His fingers slip out, and he sucks them clean as well, tasting your arousal like it was the sweetest treat.
He climbs back up, pressing himself face to face with you, and carefully pulls the now-wet fabric of the sweatshirt out of your mouth.
“You’re a dirty man,” you tease, breathless.
“Didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago,” he replies, leaning down to press a quick, teasing peck to your lips. “You want more, or should we just go back to sleep?”
You bite your lip, suddenly shy, the memory of what just happened making your stomach flutter. “Want you,” you murmur, voice soft but certain.
He smirks before leaning down, kissing you so gently it has you weak, tongue exploring yours as if trying to memorize every curve. He pulls back with a final, teasing peck, holding himself up above you.
Then, with one swift tug, he strips off his last piece of clothing and tosses it aside. His cock bounces free — flushed pink, thick. and standing tall, almost smug about the way it makes your breath hitch.
Kneeling over you, he strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on yours.
“Clark,” you say, voice stern but trembling.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, a soft moan escaping him.
“You’re so… big,” you admit, eyes wide.
“You can take it,” he replies, calm but commanding.
“No, I don’t think I can,” you whisper, heart hammering.
“Yes, you can. C’mon,” he urges, lowering himself closer, teasing the tip against your clit.
He pressed just enough to mix your slick with his pre-cum, dragging it along your folds, and the feeling in the pit of your stomach returns, sharp and insistent. You don’t even think about pulling back anymore.
“Ready?” he murmurs.
You hesitate, then nod anyway, heart pounding.
He smirks and taps his tip against your pussy a few times, making you jolt, before finally pushing it inside. Just the head slips in at first, the stretch sharp but addicting.
“Good?” he asks, voice low.
“Y- yeah… just- just go slow,” you breathe, fingers clutching the hem of your sweater like a lifeline.
Clark nods, obeying, easing inch by inch. The intrusion burns and thrills all at once. He’s not just long — he’s thick, every bit of him prying you open, molding your body to fit his. You’ve never taken anything like this, not even your little friend sitting in your drawer beside your bed back at home.
“You’re so warm and tight- fuck,” he groans, eyes fixed on where you’re joined, watching every slow inch disappear inside you.
Your hand slips down instinctively, pressing against your stomach as he bottoms out with a deep, shuddering breath.
“God, you’re gonna split me in half,” you manage, half joking, mainly serious.
Clark lets out a low chuckle, eyes squeezing shut like he’s hanging into control by a thread. “You got it. Just… give me a second.”
The thin layer of sweat on his body glows under the dim lighting, tracing every line of his chest, his abs, those massive arms you secretly wouldn’t mind being in a headlock by. You stare, unable to look away.
“You okay?” he asks, voice ragged.
“Mhm,” you hum, still pressing where you can feel him through your stomach.
You can feel him through your stomach.
“Alright,” he says, opening his eyes again, gaze dark and steady on you. “Gonna move now, okay?”
You nod frantically, fingers fisting the sheets on either side of you, bracing for what you already know is about to be the ride of your life.
Clark pulls out slowly, painfully, then eases back in with less resistance this time. You’re dripping, slick coating him, smearing over the tops of his thighs with every deliberate push. It’s so warm, so wet, every nerve screams at how good it feels.
“Go faster,” you breathe, voice shaky.
His eyes flick up to yours, brows raised. “You sure?”
“Yes,” you moan quickly, pressing your lips together, trying to stay composed.
He pounds into you harder, setting a faster pace, and the flimsy twin bed groans against the floorboards with every thrust.
You tug at the hem of the sweatshirt clinging to your overheated skin, desperate to peel it off.
“No,” he snaps, catching your wrists. His eyes are dark, hungry. “Keep it on. Wanna fuck you in this.”
He fists the sweatshirt though, yanking it up just enough for your tits to spill free. They bounce with every thrust, and his hand is on you instantly — rough, possessive — squeezing like he owns them.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy. “In my clothes. My bed. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” His hand drags slowly down to your waist as he leans close, his chest flush against yours. “Should just make you mine already, huh?”
You can’t even speak — he’s so big, stretching you to the point of insanity, every thrust knocking the wind out of you. It’s almost feral now, the pace, the way the twin bed screeches across the floorboards, springs crying out with every slam. The headboard keeps smacking against the wall, a steady rhythm.
Clark didn’t lock the door. If his parents wake up and come down the hall to investigate, you’ll both be caught — sweaty, naked, and guilty. The thought only makes your stomach flip harder.
“Fuck,” Clark grits out, suddenly stilling inside of you. One hand cradles your head as the other yanks a pillow out from under you. He shoves it between the headboard and wall, eyes flashing back down at you. “Pussy so good, gonna get me in trouble.”
“Clark, M’so close…” you whisper, breathless — too breathless to say it louder, or you’d scream it.
“Yeah? C’mon, baby,” he growls, rocking his hips rough and deep, “wanna feel you cum around me.”
The knot in your stomach tightens to something sharp, electric — not just release, something bigger, heavier. Your brows pinch together, sweat slick on your skin, and you bite your lip hard to keep from crying out.
“M’gonna cum- c- cover my mouth, cover my mouth!” you squeal, the words tumbling out high and panicked.
Clark’s large hand slaps a hand over your mouth, his palm broad and warm, and you grab his wrist instinctively, your fingers not even reaching around it.
Your body seizes up, clenching around him, so tight it nearly drags him under with you — and then it happens. A sudden rush, a warm spray, your release spilling out uncontrollably, soaking his stomach, his thighs, the sheets.
Clark chokes out a moan, eyes blown wide at the sight. “Fuck…” His hips stutter, fighting for control, watching every drop. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen — and he’s already thinking about how to make you do it again.
You scream, drooling into his palm, but he couldn’t care less — if anything, it spurs him on. He keeps pounding into you with a ruthless rhythm, chasing his own high. And when the squirting doesn’t stop, when your pussy somehow clenches even tighter around him, he finally pulls out with a guttural curse. His hand works his cock in rough, urgent strokes until hot ropes of cum spill across your stomach, getting on the sweater as well.
He pulls off of you with a long, ragged exhale, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I don’t want to boost your ego” you murmur, still catching your breath, “but that was my first time doing that.”
“Huh,” he breathes out, eyes wide. “Really?”
“Well,” you tease, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “No one can be hung like you are.”
He chuckles, shaking his head, a faint pink tint creeping across his cheeks.
“God, Clark,” you breathe, glancing down at the mess, “now it’s gonna be obvious when I change clothes.”
“Hey, you made a mess too!” he whines, tugging at the rumpled sheets.
“You think we were being too loud?” you ask, tilting your head as you watch him wipe away all the fluids with the sheets he was going to wash anyway.
“Definitely,” he says with a grin, voice teasing as he gets up and looks for his robe somewhere on the floor. “Maybe we should just leave now… save ourselves the embarrassment.”
You smirk, shifting on the bed. “You might have to carry me this time, though. Just got my world absolutely rocked by Superman down there.”
He freezes for a second, then chuckles, fumbling for his robe and tying it back around his waist. “You did not just call my dick Superman,” he says, shaking his head, still chuckling.
You only hum, shrugging the sweater off and heading to his dresser to find clean clothes that don’t have his cum on them!
“Uhm…” he starts, fiddling with his hands like he can’t decide where to put them. “I… I wanna make things right. The whole… hook up stuff isn’t really my thing. So, when we head back to Metropolis… I was wondering if you- like, maybe you’d wanna go out for dinner, or stay in and I could cook for you instead? Or, um, if not that’s totally fine, I get it! We can just stay friends, act like nothing happened-“
“Clark,” you cut him off, walking toward him. “You just fucked the living hell out of me, and now you’re all shy?”
He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting everywhere but yours. “Sorry… so? What do you think?”
You nod, smiling. “I would love that. Honestly, I’d be pissed if you wanted to just stay friends after fucking me like that.”
He chuckles, sliding a hand around your waist to slap your ass. You squeal a little too loudly.
“Shh!” he hisses, leaning closer, smirk tugging at his lips.
You playfully swat him with the shirt in your hands. “You really underestimate your strength, you know that?”
This one surprisingly doesnt have any smut but i will make a pt 2 cuz i wanna im just tired rn 😭
Classic big strong orc who is an ex warrior, he isnt super old, maybe middle aged, but he cant fight anymore because he lost one arm from the elbow down and is blind in one eye
You meet Gorak at a bar, he doesnt need two hands to drink after all. When you first see him you feel pity but as you look closer you see his devilishy handsome face (and figure), his grown out stubble on the bottom half of his face gives him perfect definition, his grey eye looking like the darkest of clouds- the ones that rock your house with thunder and rain so hard you think its hail- a stark contrast to his other eye which is green- the one that looks like a flourishing pine tree, one that is home to baby birds in the spring, and chittering squirrels.
When you see him up close for the first time you feel safe even within his seemingly dangerous exterior. He had only just started drinking for the night so it was easy for him to notice a pretty girl like you, big and curvy just how he likes it, but he also cant help to notice your beautiful pink lips, and the way your hair wraps around your face so delicatly- not to mention how your hands rest on the dark oak countertops so gently.
some drinks later you end up back at your home, after he insisted he made sure you got home alright. Its nothing fancy, a small cottage type house on the outskirts of town. He walks in and sniffs the air, its a fresh scent- like the woods surrounding but somehow better, like when you walk into a laundry room and want to inhale until your lungs cant expand anymore over and over. You offer him a cup of coffee and he gladly accepts.
You wake up in the morning very happy. You get the biggest grin on your face when you walk into your livingroom and he is asleep on the couch, he said he didnt want into your bed because he wanted to be sober if he were to do anything with you.
After cooking up some breakfast and reading a couple chapters of a witchcraft book you had been studying he wakes up, smiling at the sight of you across from him all cozy in a blanket, sitting in a chair that nearly swallows you whole.
He eats and you two talk for a couple of hours until he decides it the polite thing to leave you for some personal time, you insist you are fine but dont push too hard, knowing this wont be the last you see of him.
Gorak gives you his adress so you can come find him if you need anything, and you tell him he is welcome any time. Now we just have to see who will show up first
please PLEASE Can you write reader ovulating with Simon Riley, his dick would hurt by the end.
what happens to simon riley when you're ovulating
(his dick would fall off if it were me tbh)
your sex life with simon is already active as is, so the moment you start ovulating, he's in trouble. serious trouble. you can barely keep yourself off of him. everything he does sends a throbbing want to your pussy.
manspreading? you're already on top of him, tugging his jeans down just enough to ride his heavy cock. his big hands find purchase on your hips, grunting lowly.
"fuckin' eager, huh?" he's only half hard by the time you're bouncing on him, and you don't get off until either of you can't speak, and you've ruined yet another pair of his jeans from the amount of slick and cum that stains the fabric.
rolling up his sleeves, seeing the way his forearms and veins flex? you're begging him to finger you, and he gladly listens.
"need me t'fuckin' fill ya full, don't ya?" bent over whatever surface of your house, stuffed full of his fingers knuckle deep as your walls clench around him. one orgasm isn't enough, two, three, four, five until you're babbling incoherently and spraying the front of his shirt with your release.
the thing men do when they reverse, placing one hand behind the passenger seat? belt, GONE. you make hasty work of his jeans just so you can suck his dick as he drives—bonus points if he's still reversing. half-way laid across the center console with a face-full of his throbbing cock, already leaking pre. he's a mess, whimpers spilling from his lips as he bites down on the plush flesh. he's pulling your panties to the side, burying three fingers deep in your cunt with ease at the sheer wetness of your pussy.
him, reading with glasses? you bet he isn't taking his eyes off a single page as he ruts into you from behind, book laid across your back slick with sweat. he might be a little mean, make you fuck yourself back on his dick, balls slightly slapping your clit enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. get a drop of cum on his book, and he'll punish you.
getting passionate about his interests? fuck in missionary so he can continue yapping as he toys with your clit and pounds into your throbbing cunt. his words are long lost on you—you don't even notice when his words start getting condescending.
"always gettin' in m'pants..." he grunts, the sound of skin slapping and mindless whimpers and mewls fill the room, "fuckin' slut, you tryin' to get pregnant? want me t'fill you? dirty whore..."
by the end of your ovulation phase, you might've definitely gotten knocked up, and his dick is no longer with us. (he still has his hands and face, ladies...)
Heyyy so im so weak for bear hybrids and i just saw the one you posted, (LOVE IT btw), and i was wondering if you could do a sequal where reader decides to stay and lives a happy cozy life, with like cozy fires and all the bestest fur blankets and coziest bed and BIG FLUFFY BEAR MAN CUDDLES, but also like yk mad crazy sex where he likes to show off his strength and just like tosses her around, like up against walls, that thing where u like hold a girl on ur shoulders to eat her n stuff, if not thats ok i love all ur work sm 🙏🧎♀️🤍
Hello anon!!! Thank you for all the lovely words and the smutty idea!! I love bear hybrids, too. I'm sorry I took so long to complete. I have a lot of requests and I've been so busy lately. I'm trying to catch up on them slowly. Anyway, I hope this is to your liking!
Happy reading everyone!
Check out the first part of my bear hybrid oneshot here.
Cozy Life with your Bear Hybrid
Pairing: bear hybrid x fem reader
Summary: you live a cozy life with your giant bear of a man. And you love it.
Warnings: minors-ageless accounts don't interact, 18+, smut, size kink, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), huge 🍆, p in v sex, lots of 💦.
The wind screamed outside, rolling through the trees, yet it was only a whisper in the warmth of your cave. The fire crackled in the hearth and you were wrapped up in your mate's thick, muscled arms—the big bear of a beast who smelled like woodsmoke earthy perfume. He was warm and super cuddly, his big frame spooning you from behind.
Thick furs were heaped high on the bed their softness wrapping around you like a cocoon. Your bear hybrid always ensured you were warm and cozy, and took great pleasure in cuddling and loving you for hours on end. That night, he had a fond deep look in his eyes that spoke of his desire to keep you close and shield you from the outer world.
His mate. Forever.
Yes, you loved your life as his other half.
Shifting slightly, he moved, drawing you even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his furred bear face scratchy but exquisite against your skin. His fingers, strong and calloused, trailed carefully down your belly, over your thighs, making sure his sharp nails were sheathed. Humming in satisfaction, you sunk deeper into him.
There was nowhere else you'd rather be, nothing else you'd rather do than spend every day surrounded by the warmth of your giant, soft bear, who was just as possessive and tender toward you.
"Hmmm, I could stay like this forever," he drawled in a low voice that vibrated through your chest. “But I’m also thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Like?” you challenged, hands caressing his furry arm.
“Taste your sweet honey for one,” he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble that sent goosebumps all over your skin.
“You just love to use this reference!”
He cocked a brow. “Why not?” His voice deepened. “Your cunt leaks the sweetest honey there is. I can vouch for that.”
“You are a horny bear beast.”
Chuckling, his hand moved down your thigh, fingers pressing just hard enough to cause you to open. “Hmm, and as the bear beast I am, I should taste again. Make sure your lovely cunny is as delicious as before. I love honey. Your honey.”
“You are insatiable.” Your face felt warm at the memory of him eating you out just hours ago. Your pussy had no issue whatsoever; it clenched and pooled with your juices.
Damn… You were both insatiable.
He grinned, that familiar, smoldering look blazing in his eyes. “Sleep, cuddle, eat you out, fuck. Then repeat. That’s our schedule. Now come, mate,” he playfully tapped your thighs. “Time to let me taste your pussy.”
His tone was straightforward. As if what you did every day was perfectly normal. You touched each other, rolled around in bed, kissed, made out (a lot), and couldn't keep your hands away from each other.
And you weren't a coward or an idiot to turn away from such joy.
In a playful mood, you smacked his hands playfully and scooted off the bed. You were in the mood to tease him. He growled and you hardly had time to move when he lifted you effortlessly, as if you were weightless in his massive arms, whisking you off the ground. You hugged him firmly and moaned as he hoisted you again, slamming you against the wall.
Strong hands maneuvered you so that your legs were draped over his shoulders, your pussy exposed and dripping in front of his eager mouth. You clutched his head and peered down at him, seeing the passion in his eyes as he licked up your mound, manipulating your folds with his long thick tongue. Your head tipped back, spine arching as he sucked you in, savoring your juices as if he were eating his favorite meal—which he was.
You were his favorite delicacy.
It went on and on, his tongue playing with your tender clit, circling the tender nub. You went wild, buried your fingers in his silky fur, and tugged violently as you shattered, your body coming alive with energy. He kept going, his big hands clutching your ass, his tongue thrusting inside to taste your honey. He growled primitively, his breaths vibrating over your clit.
He could go on for hours if you let him, feasting on your cunt and doing incredible tongue tricks just to see you lose yourself in pleasure.
“Pl—ease…ha~” you trembled, your voice strained from the toe-curling orgasm he’d given you.
With a husky moan, he gently flung you back into bed, onto that sea of fur covers, his large bulk crushing you with this delicious, heavy warmth and scent. You sighed with happiness and stretched your legs wider. He leaned over you, his cock thrusting up from between his broad thighs, already dripping seed.
His hands robed over your body, caressing your legs, belly and your breasts. You arched against him, whining when his leaky cock pressed against your entrance. He toyed with your nipples and leisurely rubbed his cock across your slit, his massive shaft appearing inhumanly large in comparison to your little human hole.
“Want my big bear to fuck me,” you whispered, fingers reaching down to open the outer lips of your pussy. “Pretty please?”
He whined and pushed the blunt cockhead a tiny bit inside. “How can I deny you, love?”
“Yessss,” you moaned, wiggling your waist. You were half-dazed with pleasure and you craved every inch of him inside you.
The spark in his eyes told you he was barely holding back. He was always so gentle despite his raw desire for you.
“Easy. Look at you,” he drawled, eyes on your pretty cunt, spread by his cockhead. “Every inch of you… mine, open and soft for me.”
“Come on, no more looking,” you warned. “Inside. Need you inside. All of you.”
A gentle roll of his hip, a little wiggling from you and he was inside, every inch of him buried in your depths. He was so deep you could feel him throbbing in your bellybutton, his balls crushed against your bum. You clutched his biceps, let out a gentle pants at the thick girth spreading your hole. You felt full, but not uncomfortably so. You’d learned to take him, to accommodate his hybrid cock.
“Good girl,” he drawled, his tongue plunging into your mouth.
Tongue down your throat, he fucked you, pounded into you in deep, unhurried thrusts. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if you were the only precious person he’d spent his entire life searching for. Which was entirely true. His hands cupped and kneaded your tits, his breath warm on your mouth.
Pleasure hit you again, and you sobbed mutely, your fingers tangling in his furred shoulders as he continued to claim you, his magnificent cock pumping in and out of your slick cunt. You heard his feral grunts and the squelching sounds of your bodies colliding. Two more thrusts and he exploded, loads of cum filling you up. He spurted for several minutes, your cunt overflowing with hot seed.
“Pretty, so damn pretty,” he roared. “Good mate, taking my cock and my seed. It drips so beautifully down your thighs.”
“Too much! It always is,“ you whined, feeling the final spurts of his release.
“Oh, that’s nothing.” His eyes had that dark hungry gleam, one that told you he wasn’t done with you. “Let’s see just how much more you can take, mate, ‘cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.”
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He makes himself so pretty for you, wearing his best gold necklaces, rings, bracelets, even custom makes some rings for his long twisty horns.
Every time you see him he makes sure to show everything off, he spins around for you and shows you each one, he just has so many!
At first you think its snobby, bragging behavior. Then you realize what he is up to and you think its the absolute cutest thing in the whole world.
You acknowledge his efforts by being territorial over him like he would with his treasure(including you). You step in front of him when a girl approaches and mean mug her til she goes away, you even fought a girl once.(he very easily broke it up with a flattered smile before it went too far)
You make sure to treat eachother like treasure too. You warship eachothers bodies like they are the most rare and beautiful gem in the world, nothing could compare.
You know the feeling of each and every scale on his muscular body by heart, he knows each and every beauty mark, freckle, mole, scar. You spend countless hours studying eachother with loving eyes and holding eachother tightly.
You two know eachother so well you can practically predict everything. What he says and does, his thoughts and feelings. Its not psychic or magic. Its true love.
I feel like the first time you ever have a nightmare pyramid head freaks out because of the way your body twitches. when things die they usually twitch and shake to expell the remaining energy in their bodies and pyra is oh so used to the sight, but when he sees you, his precious little treasure(toy) twitching, he is sent into a full blown panic thinking you died. he frantically shakes you and you wake up screaming and confused.
After you ask him whats wrong he, in character, just stares at you silently, but then out of character pulls you into his lap and smothers you, wrapping his giant arms around you and squeezing tight. you knew something happened but you settled on just relaxing into him, knowing you will never get a verbal answer. You allow him to do this for a while before you get sleepy again and wriggle away to lay back down, he seems hesitant to let you but knows you have to sleep. He watches you like a hawk all through the night to make sure you dont “die” again.
Ever since then you have quite the rude awakening every time you have a nightmare, making it 10x worse. You only have them sometimes when the horrors of silent hill start to get to you, but usually your fine with everything cuz you know you have the biggest and meanest creature there to protect you with his life.
I love the idea of pyramid head, irl he would fs kill u violently, but like in my head he just wants cuddles!🥰
♥ Female Reader x Five Monsters (cis and nonbinary)
Polyamory ♥ Why Choose ♥ One Woman ♥ Multiple Men ♥
♥Word count -15,575♥
(Ya'll broke me down. This is all four parts, no links, no tricks. Enjoy!)
One:
If it’s not the rooster who wakes me up, it will be one of the Golden Girls. Lately, I’ve been able to squeak in some extra sleep during the mornings, but today the Golden Girls aren’t having it. They’re causing a fuss in the yard, and as I roll over towards my window I can see Sophia glaring inside at me.
“Hold your horses, girls!” I fussed as I stepped out of bed. “I’m getting up!”
They’re making a racket out there, and I have to wonder if old lady Murphy’s mastiff has come sniffing around the fence again. He doesn’t do anything, he just seems to have a crush on my girls. Which they don’t take as kindly to.
By the time I’m dressed and ready, the Golden Girls have calmed down. Their mooing has stopped, and the rooster has decided to make the alarm now.
“What’s up with all of you?” I called out, holding the feeding bucket. “You were making such a fuss! I wouldn’t be surprised if I got a noise complaint from town.” I was walking to the storage shed when I noticed a strange print in the mud. It wasn’t one of the Golden Girls, and it certainly wasn’t one of the chickens or sheep. It was large, massive really, and it reminded me of a scene from that old dinosaur movie.
“What on earth?” I muttered to myself. I was studying it closely when Rose started sniffing around my head and nudging the bucket with her foot.
“Alright, alright,” I huffed. “I’ll get your breakfast.” The girls had all the hay and grass they could ask for, but that morning offering of grains was not to be delayed at any cost.
I was hefting scoops of it into their troughs when I heard the phone ringing from inside the house. I quickly finished off the feeding, tossing some along the ground for the chickens as I raced inside.
I was breathless when I grabbed the phone, so the caller got an earful of heavy breathing before I answered. “Riley Farms, we’re out of eggs,” I said.
“Stella?”
I walked to the fridge to get myself a drink. “Yes? Who is it?”
“This is Alice Dunlop from the festival planning committee.” She sounded quite meek as she said this. Usually the festival committee members were a bit hoity toity.
“It’s about the chosen for this year's festival.”
“I plan to attend,” I huffed. “I told Mrs. Greenhill I already was fulfilling my role as chosen.” I took out the orange juice then went in search of a cup. I was excited to attend this year’s festival. A few years ago, I would have skipped out too, but once I moved back home, it became a north star for me. Some people found being one of the chosen for the Festival of Ash to be too daunting or too frightening. The Paralangua were a site to behold, depending on how you looked at them of course. Living in Charcourt, you got your chance to spy them occasionally. They didn’t come into town but maybe once or twice a year, and if you did see one it was probably one of the elders. But they were monstrous, pale, clay creatures, who I always found a fascination with.
“Is that why you’re calling? Did she forget to fill out the paper again?” Mrs. Greenhill loved her chardonnay.
“No, she did.” Her voice quivered in a strange way. “That’s the thing, Stella, you’re the only one who has confirmed.”
I hesitated reaching for a cup and stood still. “You mean out of the five chosen for this year-”
“You’re going solo,” Alice stated plainly and nervously.
Has this ever happened at the Festival of Ash before? One or two have certainly not shown up each year. But four?
“We’re going to have a meeting with some of the elders. They want you to attend if that's possible at all. Just to discuss what could possibly end up happening at this year’s ceremony.”
“They still want to go through with it?” I gasped. “Even if I’m the only one there? What would be the point?”
“There’s still five of the parlangua attending.” Of course, they never missed a festival. But still, this didn’t seem like the kind of ceremony worth having. Five on one!
Oh my god, five on one? Is that even possible?
“Stella?” Alice said gently, pulling me from my thoughts.
I gasped. “Oh, yes! I can attend.”
She sighed with relief. “Good. That’s good.”
That made me wonder if there was something going on behind the scenes. It would also explain the dinosaur sized footprint left in my yard. Someone was trying to sneak a peek.
“It’s going to be this evening, around six. We’ll be providing a meal for the inconvenience.” I heard papers shuffling and the sound of a door opening. “We’ll see you then.”
“I’ll be there, thanks for letting me know.” I hung up the phone then stood there, running my tongue along the edge of my teeth.
Five on one, that certainly would be a big family. I sat back down at the table, continuing to think. Was it even possible to hold the traditional ceremony as it was this way? After all it was all a huge chase in the labyrinth below the town. A show of how mates are fated together despite the challenges the labyrinth put between them.
“Me and five parlangua,” I muttered. I started growing a bit warm under the collar. “Me and five,” I whispered again. Five big, strong, handsome paralangua. Their pale scales, their strong arms, their big hands. Oh my god, ten giant hands touching me.
The sound of the Golden Girls fussing again snapped me out of my thoughts. “Stop thinking like one of those romance novels.” I finally got a glass and poured myself a drink. “You have no idea what the council is going to talk about at this meeting. They may be canceling the ceremony. Who knows?” I drank, still fixated a touch on those ten hands.
“Get ahold of yourself, Stella,” I said loudly then chugged down my orange juice. “You still have some work to do!”
I made a quick breakfast before going back out onto the farm. Ten hands, would be nice around to take care of things. The Broken Cart Grange had been in my family for generations, and now, it was only down to me. Lonesome, little old, me. After my parents died I rented the place out for a long time, until Troy came into my life.
Ugh, Troy.
I went around the chicken coops, checking for eggs, and once again, I saw one of the dinosaur sized footprints from before.
“I wonder if they’re spying on me,” I muttered to the chickens around me. “That’s usually part of the tradition you know.”
One of my chickens stares at me with a blank face then tilts her head.
“Oh yes! It’s not supposed to happen, but curious future mates will be curious future mates.” I looked out the window of the coop to the long road leading from the farm towards the main road into Charcourt. “I wonder if paralangua children come out as eggs,” I chuckled to myself as I found some eggs tucked away. I shuddered, and went on working.
That evening I drove to the council building. It was on the cusp of Charcourt and the paralangua territory, going down through the swampy area. The tall twisted trees covered any sort of sunlight, creating shadows and shapes along the path that tricked the eye and made the senses heighten.
I came upon the old bridge that crossed over the council building. It was over a tall embankment with a thick, speeding river underneath. It was told that the paralangua used this river to hide back in the old days and many lost souls could be found at the bottom.
“They sure do have the atmosphere right,” I mumbled under my breath before driving over.
I’m not sure when the council building had been built, but it was one of the newer structures compared to the Charcourt Castle where the Festival of Ash ceremony ended. I was coming upon the door when a laugh stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Well, aren’t you a tall sight for short eyes,” a parlangua came out from around the corner. This was my first time seeing one so close. I’d caught some in the distance before and at the festivals, but this one was so close I could touch them.
I then registered what he had said. “What?”
He cleared his throat. “I said, tall sight for-” he stopped, seeming to take in what he said as well. “I was remarking at how nice and tall you-” He stopped again and cleared his throat. “Let me get to the door for you.” He opened the door for me and I walked in with him close behind.
“Are you here for the meeting?” He asked.
I nodded, still taking him in. He was tall, powerful, I mean, all paralangua are. That’s nothing new. He had remarkable hind quarters, and thick strong legs, along with a pooch to his belly.
“I’m uh…I guess the solo act for the ceremony this year.” I laughed, but the paralangua went stiff and his eyes widened. His tail flicked out and with a slight turn of his head he gazed down at me, a sudden nervousness to his stance.
I licked my lips out of nerves. “Wh-which way is the meeting.”
“So you’re Stella.” He rubbed at his neck.
“Ah, so you’ve heard of me then?” I tried to joke around, but really I was on pins and needles. I swallowed and shrugged. “I guess they’re going to try and move up a set of chosen. That’s my guess anyways. It’s fine if I have to skip.”
The paralangua still seemed nervous. “I don’t think that’s what’s happening,” he murmured.” My name is Priapus, by the way.” He held out his hand. “My friends call me Reap.”
That big hand enveloped mine, the scales were smooth and cool. They almost felt silky on the palm, a little more textured on the backside. I liked it. Ten of them! “Nice to meet you.” I said, shaking out my ridiculous thoughts.
He seemed anxious for a second. “I am one of the five paralangua for the ceremony.”
This big boy? I thought out of shock. This slab of big, hulking, white scales was one of the fellow members of the ceremony? A chosen like me?
“Oh,” was all I could manage to squeak out.
Reap pressed his mouth together in a firm line. “Not exactly the way we are supposed to meet, I know.”
“Yeah, well, strange circumstances all around.” You motioned down the hall. “Is this the way towards the meeting?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Reap walked with me down the hallway, keeping a couple of steps behind me. “A bit strange isn’t it?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Which part?”
He chuckled. “I guess everything. I don’t think there’s been a no show like this since one of the first ceremonies. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. One of the other chosen paralangua called us a cursed group,” he forced a laugh. “I don’t know. Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t.”
I held back so me and Reap walked side by side. “Maybe I’m just lucky!”
“Huh?”
I shook my head and looked at an open door. A girl around my age stepped out then waved us both in. “Good, you made it!” She waved me into the room then gave Reap a strange, almost scolding look before scurrying in and motioning to a table loaded with food. “Go ahead and make yourself a plate. I’m Alice, and apparently I’ll be handling this meeting,” she said with a chip on her shoulder.
“Are the council not coming?” Reap asked.
Alice held up a recording device and laid it down onto the table. “Here’s your council.” She sighed and shook her head. “They say there’s other festival work that needs their attention as well. But I’d say they’re just-” She shook her head and stopped herself from saying something she’d regret. “Just waiting on the others so I can read out the email I was sent.”
“It’s just an email?” Reap said in disbelief. He scoffed and slapped his arms against his sides. “I thought this was important?”
“Oh, but it is,” Alice said sarcastically. She then sighed and shrugged. “It is what it is. We’re lucky they’re taking their time, rather than springing it on everyone the night of the ceremony.”
I was surprised. I thought the council was this well oiled and highly traditional machine that was perfectly ready for any circumstance. But this sounded like a bunch of teenagers running a club!
Alice gave me a knowing smile. “Not to worry. I’m taking care of this. Not going to scare you with five giant men in one night.” We both looked at each other for a moment, both of us drawing lines from what she said. “This is my first big project, I’m a bit nervous,” she murmured.
I smiled. “It’s okay.”
Reap was poking at food on the table, eating small bites and chewing them slowly. He seemed distant, lost in thought. I hope he wasn’t disappointed with what was being offered. Not the food, but me, I mean.
A few minutes later two more paralangua enter the room, one is very tall with a lithe frame, the other is a tad shorter and stockier.
“Solomon, Venus,” Alice greeted them. “Why don’t you both go ahead and get something to eat.”
“Where are the robes?” The stockier one asked.
Alice chuckled. “I’m the only council member tonight, Venus.”
Venus scoffed, his lip curling up over his sharp teeth. “Figures. I’ll bet you anything those idiots are off pre-gaming.”
“Now, now, Venus,” the lithe paralangua said. His eyes rose up, looking at me in a way that could have melted me into a giggling puddle. “We have a guest here. Remember your manners.”
“I ain’t a kid!” Venus huffed and stormed over to the food.
The lithe paralngua came over towards me. I can’t describe just how elegantly he moved, how beautiful he was. There was an elegance to his face, a sharp masculinity that was as fine as porcelain.
“You must be Stella,” he said gently. “It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Solomon.”
My mouth had gotten very dry, and it was hard to swallow the cornbread in my mouth. I covered my lips with a napkin and nodded. “Sorry, was eating.”
Solomon had a soft smile upon his face. “My bad.” He looked around the room. “Shame we had to meet this way. The labyrinth is so much more…atmospheric.”
I had a feeling he had another word in mind, but toned it down due to the situation. I wiped my mouth once the food was swallowed. “It could be worse.”
He nodded, a serious glint in his eye. “That could be said for anything.”
Alice was checking her watch and she got a scowl on her face. “Do any of you know where Chandra and Eros are?”
“Afraid not,” Reap answered.
Solomon just shook his head.
Venus was chewing, but he spoke up anyway. “Somewhere jacking off.”
“Venus!” Alice snapped and stormed over towards the door to look out.
I noticed Venus was giving me looks, strange glances that last a second too long so I would catch him each time.
“Don’t mind Venus. He doesn’t like letting his nerves show,” Solomon replied. “I would say he and Reap are the shyest of the lot.” He then glanced towards the door. “The other two who have yet to arrive are far from.”
“What are you?” I asked.
Solomon smirked. “I prefer to be quiet.”
I smiled back at him, the unease that had been bothering me since this morning was slowly melting away. Somehow, putting faces to these ten hands was helping.
“So, what do you do?” Venus spoke up, causing me to jerk in his direction. Reap was standing behind him, a worried expression on his face.
“I have a farm,” I answered simply.
Venus had a piece of food in each hand. Despite his cranky expression, he did look very cute. “What kind?”
“Right now it’s just me, so I have just a few animals.”
Venus took a few steps towards me. “Like chickens?”
I wasn't sure what his tone was. He sounded both tense and curious. “Chickens, a few sheep, two goats, four cows I call the Golden Girls.”
Venus’ eyes lit up. “I love that show.”
I was about to offer to show him pictures when Alice came back in, two more paralangua dragged behind her. One was wearing a pearl necklace around his thick neck, the other was yawning and had painted nails. Or well, claws I guess.
“I was trying to wake him up,” the necklace wearing one said.
“I told you no one would be here?” The yawning one continued to yawn. He blinked his eyes, revealing them to be a bright pink.
Alice had a look upon her face. “It doesn’t matter. I still have some things to go over with all of you, Chandra.”
Chandra smirked, his pink eyes lighting up as Alice fussed at him. He reached for the table, picking up the recorder. “Could this meeting have been an email?”
“It is an email,” Reap replied.
Chandra smirked, but the other yanked the recorder from his hand. “Just because the council does it doesn’t mean you have to.”
“Careful there, Eros!” Chandra snapped. He then looked across the table at me and his pink eyes lit up. “Well, hello there.” He licked his teeth in a seductive way. “Is this our wifey?”
“Ew, don’t say wifey,” Eros scoffed. “Her name is Stella. A star,” his voice became dreamy. “And she deserves to be treated as such.”
I have so many feelings right now, I’m pretty sure I’m just blank.
“Everyone, sit down!” Alice snapped.
Chandra hissed through his teeth. “I bet you're fun. Too bad you’re not part of-”
Alice shook her head at him and Chandra shut his mouth, “Good, now that we’re all here, we can start this.” She moved towards the table, taking a head seat at the table and laying out a folder.
The room quieted more than it already had, and the paralangua were taking seats around the table. There was definitely a tension in the air that floated about the whole room. Despite the situation most of the tension seemed to be resting with poor Alice at the head. Left to do the dirty work of her superiors she was a lot more composed than I would be given the situation.
“Alright, so I am sure we’re all aware of the situation,” Alice spoke up. She was trying to sound in control, but there was a slight warble to her voice. “The other chosen haven’t returned home to Charcourt, leaving only one of the five to take the ceremony. Which is an unfortunate occurrence. The council, in their infinite wisdom,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “have left me a message which will hopefully clear things up.”
Pink-eyed Chandra raised his hand and Alice scoffed. “Yes, what is it?”
Chandra lowered his hand and leaned forward. “I don’t agree with the council.”
“She hasn’t said what the council has decided.” Solomon replied with a cool even tone. “How can you disagree already?”
“Because the council is full of out of touch misers,” Chandra waved his hand in the air. “I don’t doubt for a second they’re going to hurt her feelings.”
Eros perked up. “Whose feelings?”
“Hers.” Chandra pointed at me. “Why punish the good one of the bunch because the other four didn’t want to shirk up to their responsibilities?”
I was once again the center of attention and I wasn’t sure I liked that yet. “Well let's see what the council does say before we start jumping off cliffs.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “No reason to get angry just yet.”
“I heard rumors they were allowing volunteers to join up,” Venus grunted.
Reap jerked and looked frightened at the idea. “Volunteers?”
“Stop it now,” Alice called out. “Why are you rumor mongering when I am trying to give you the truth?” She huffed and snapped the paper out before her. “If you all don’t mind.” Her eyes glanced down. “As a reward for her loyalty to Charcourt and the traditions of the Festival of Ash, Ms. Stella Riley will be allowed to keep all five of the intended paralangua grooms, or choose the ones she feels are deserving. Despite the lack of chosen and spectacle for the ceremony, it will continue as planned. The labyrinth will be opened, but by all means, the end results will be decided by Ms. Stella Riley, rather than the usual chase the labyrinth provides.” Alice looked up from the printed email and I was for sure the center of attention now and forever.
I sat still, afraid to look at anyone in the room.
“Does that suffice?” Alice asked.
There was quiet, and with the quiet there was more tension and unease. A few beads of sweat were gathering at the nape of my neck and I knew I needed to say something, but I couldn’t think of anything at all except those ten damn hands again.
Solomon turned to me, placing his hand upon my arm in a gentle fashion. “What do you think, Stella? Are you okay with this?”
“I suppose.” I murmured and slowly looked around the room. “I’m just one person though. I’m not sure if I can handle-” I saw their eyes, all of them looking at me. There was an intensity, although not one of malice or even unease. Dare I even think they were aroused by the prospect?
Ten hands. Ten hands!
“I’d say you’re in a very lucky spot,” Chandra spoke up. “Five grooms, ten hands, what an easy life you’ll have from here on out.”
He said it, I thought to myself.
“But is it fair to the rest of us to have to share?” Venus snapped. He didn’t sound angry like he had before, instead he sounded concerned painted as irritation. “It’s easy to pick a favorite. Why should she be any different. Are we supposed to make a chore wheel of who gets time with her?”
“As if all the chosens of the past haven’t lived in polyamorous pods,” Eros replied with a sultry tone. “It’s not uncommon, hell, it’s practically the natural order of things. I remember my family growing up and how they all lived together as a unit.” He glanced across at Venus with a smirk. “Like we haven’t already-”
“Hush,” Venus hissed. “My point remains. That was a whole group of chosen. This is a singular chosen.”
“She seems capable,” Chandra replied. He then glanced to Reap who had been quiet this whole time. “Doesn’t she, Reap?”
Reap looked up nervously. “It’s her decision on who to keep. I say we leave it up to her and the ceremony.”
“But how does she do that?” Solomon asked. “If the usual labyrinth method isn’t to be the norm this year, then maybe we should figure out what to do instead.”
“I don’t think I’d have the heart to pick and choose like that,” I murmured. “You all seem very nice. At least from first impressions.”
There was quiet again and I was trying to find my voice to speak up. “I-” I took a breath to calm myself. “I’ve always wanted a big family. I used to but everyone is either gone or passed. It’s just me in that giant farmhouse ever since I moved back. And all I’ve ever wanted was a family, I’ve always wanted lots of kids.”
“Five grooms gives you a good chance,” Eros teased.
I smiled shyly. “I don’t mind the five of you, but if there is one of you who feels it isn’t what you wanted, I understand that as well.”
“The farm is lovely,” Reap replied, unintentionally giving away the fact he was the one who left the prints in the mud.
“It’s untraditional, that’s for certain,” Solomon replied. “But I think it’s the best option for all of us.”
Reap tentatively leaned forward. “Maybe we should give her a chance to get to know us. You know. Visit her a little before the ceremony.”
“That’s against the rules,” Venus snipped.
“Everyone does it every year though,” Chandra scoffed. “I think they’d over look it for us if they do it every year.”
“I believe they would, yes,” Alice interjected.
Reap turned to look at me, his gaze gentle and his smile slightly returned. “Would you be alright with that, Stella?”
A tingle went down my spine and I took a deep breath. “Sure, just be aware of my animals. That’s all I ask.”
Alice sighed in relief. “Well, if that settles that, then that’s the end of the meeting.” She crumpled up the printed out email and tossed it towards the nearest trash can. “I will see you all again at the ceremony. Stella, if you have any questions, feel free to reach out to me. You can call at any time.” She gathered her things and left, leaving me and my five grooms alone in the conference room.
“Well, that was interesting.” Solomon stood up from the table. He looked back at the food spread out on the table behind us. “Do you think she remembered this is here?”
“We can finish it off, can’t we Venus?” Chandra jabbed.
Venus just glared at him.
“Maybe now would be a good time to set up a schedule between us and Stella before the ceremony. We should have enough time for each of us,” Reap spoke up.
“Schedules aren’t romantic,” Eros sighed.
“What, and just show up randomly to her place? She works, you know?” Venus snipped at him.
“I don’t mind, really. I’m usually alone on the farm anyways,” I murmured. All eyes were on me again. “I don’t mind visits.”
There was a hush between the five of them.
“You’ve got enough to deal with,” Solomon said sternly, mainly for the rest of them. “We can work out a schedule between us, all you have to do is be your charming self.”
I smiled shyly. “I can do that.” I wasn’t sure what to expect from all this, and although I was excited by the prospect, I was trying to keep my expectations low. I had five chances, I wasn’t going to waste a single one of them. Lithe stoic Solomon. Flirty, ethereal Chandra. Shy and sweet Priapus, aka Reap. Venus, who was hot headed but vulnerable. And lastly, lovely and romantic Eros. I didn’t really have to decide, they were all mine for taking if I wanted. That was nerve wracking alone, but I was deeply excited.
Two:
I noticed looks at the store while I was getting some supplies. Usually, the farming supply store was one of those places people paid no mind. Everyone was busy with their own lives, business, and animals. But today I could tell people were paying that mind. I suppose word had gotten out that Stella Riley was the only chosen this year. I quickly checked out, never one to enjoy that sort of limelight upon me. Why I was one of the chosen, I’ll never quite understand.
Once I got home I simply sat in the truck. My hands slipped from the steering wheel and I leaned back against the old seat and let out a heavy sigh.
“Oh boy.” I opened my eyes, staring up at the duct tape that patched up the ceiling. “What am I doing?” I patted my cheeks. “Everyone knows. What was I thinking?” I yelled out loud. I grabbed hold of the steering wheel again, thinking I should drive back to the headquarters and ask someone, anyone, if I was losing my mind agreeing to this nonsense.
Instead, I got out of the truck and went to the back. “You got greedy. What would Grandma say?” I grumbled under my breath. “Stella Riley, you can’t put both hands in the cookie jar!” I said mimicking her. I pulled down the tailgate and started to yank out the chicken feed.
“Let me help you with that.”
Every hair on my body bristled with anticipation. I looked up, seeing Solomon approaching from the barn. He must have been waiting.
Oh God! My first meeting, or well, my first one on one session with them. I stood erect as he approached, unsure exactly what to say. Did he hear me yell in the truck? Oh God! What am I supposed to do? Wait, he asked me a question. Say something, Stella! Say anything!
“I’ve got it, it’s okay.” I had a nervous lilt to my voice. “I’m used to it.”
Solomon came up, taking the bag of feed from me. “I’m sure you are. But what’s the harm in accepting a little help?”
I smiled, fidgeting for a second. “I keep it over here.” I motioned towards the barn, leading him towards the backdoors. Already the Golden Girls were gathering at the entrance to watch. They were entranced by Solomon, which I don’t blame them. He was tall and lithe compared to other paralangua, which gave him an almost ethereal appearance.
“There we are,” he murmured as he set the bag down.
“Thank you.” I tried to smooth down my hair. I hadn’t been expecting one of them so soon. I figured I had at least until this evening. I was wearing my old overalls and boots, I didn’t look quite the part of a girl expecting a suitor.
Solomon was luckily looking around the barn. “It’s nice here.”
“Family heirloom, I suppose.” I chuckled and my anxiety was apparent in my voice cracking. “Uhm-so you’re my first.”
Solomon looked back at me, a slight smile came to his face. “I was quite lucky to win that draw.”
“A draw?” I asked, leading him back towards the house.
“Well, more like several games of rock, paper, scissors,” he shrugged. “It was the only way we could convince Venus it was fair.” He smiled and shook his head. “We were going to do it alphabetically, but Venus argued that put him at the end.”
I smiled. “I could tell he was nervous at the meeting though.”
Solomon sighed. “He does like to put on his bravado. He’s younger and smaller, so he feels like he needs to…act in order to be seen. When really, I think Venus just needs to be himself to get noticed. Then again, I’m the oldest, and I know ‘be yourself’ is the oldest advice in the book.”
“I remember my Grandpa giving me that advice when I was a kid,” I murmured. I could even picture him sitting at the kitchen table, leaning forward to me as I cried into the glass bottle coke he bought me at the general store. “I hated it. So, I can see where Venus’ mind could possibly be.”
Solomon nodded. “Youth and age have their pros and cons.”
I chuckled, matching Solomon’s wise smile. I opened the door and we walked into the kitchen. “Would you like anything?” I asked. “Tea? Coffee?”
Solomon’s eyes went around the room, there was a softness to his gaze. His large hand came down on the back of a chair at the table. “This really is a picturesque place,” he murmured. “Look at all the old tins.” He motioned towards the little shelf that ran all the way around the edge of the cabinets and kitchen itself.
My eyes went around the room and brought a nostalgic smile to my face. “My grandmother collected them.”
“Generations of things,” he murmured. Solomon then looked back at me and his smile brightened. “I love that.”
My cheeks burned and I quickly turned away. “I also have some sparkling water in the fridge.”
Solomon grunted as he sat down at the table. His tail curled up under the chair then hung over one of the rungs. “I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea if it’s not too much trouble. Or does that make me sound too old?” He laughed.
“Not at all!” I reached for the kettle on the stove and took it over to the sink. I was filling it with water when Solomon came and stood beside me, looking out the large picture window over the sink. “I enjoy tea more and more these days to relax. Coffee to work. Tea to relax.”
“Tea can have just as much caffeine as coffee you know?” He teased.
“Herbal,” I corrected. “I love a good peppermint.”
Solomon nodded. “I am partial to a sleepy time.” He leaned against the table, watching me as I moved about the kitchen. His gaze made me more aware of my body and movements. It was slightly nerve wracking, but also made me want to impress him.
“You’re quite brave to take on all of us,” he murmured suddenly. “I was instantly impressed with you.”
Holy shit did he read my mind? Did he know what I was trying to do while I gracefully turned on the stove and set the kettle upon the eye?
“I wouldn’t say brave. I actually feel a bit selfish.” I glanced up at him, taking in his handsome profile and gleaming eyes. My heart pounded. “I’m not even sure you all are interested.” I turned off the water and moved the kettle to the stove.
“What’s not to be interested in?” Solomon asked, his quiet and serious tone mixed with that deep, raspy voice of his made me shiver.
I fidgeted with the stove for a second in order to avoid looking at him again. If I did after that I just might melt.
“Your boldness at the meeting impressed most of us. I think Reap and I were both charmed right away.”
I looked back at him finally. “Thank you,” was all I could muster.
His smile grew and there was a softness to his gaze. “What? Are you not used to such compliments?”
I shook my head. “To be honest I’m more used to the opposite.”
Solomon frowned, looking concerned. “Who from?”
I shook my head. “Oh no, I mean, not recently. It’s been years since-” My voice clogged itself in my throat and my mouth hung open for a second. I swallowed and shrugged. “It was a past relationship.”
Solomon huffed, shaking his head. “Such a shame, Stella. Men are idiots. Cruel idiots. I’m so sorry.”
“You aren’t my ex. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” I smiled shyly. “You say that about your own kind?”
“Not exactly my kind,” he sighed. “Us paralangua are raised better as young ones. I know hurt like that is hard to forget, but I do find you beautiful if that means anything.”
I must have been strawberry red because I saw his gaze turn to concern. “It means something.” My voice squeaked. I cleared my throat and met his eyes, chuckling softly. “Thank you so much.”
Solomon touched my hand just as the teapot began to whistle.
We had a lovely conversation over tea; he talked about his life beyond the river in Charcourt, he was raised by his father alone, and he, too, longed for a bigger family. I was always easily attracted to a deep voice and large hands (it got me in trouble once before), but I felt a chemistry with Solomon that felt so real.
“You probably have work to do. I shouldn’t have kept you so long.” Solomon murmured.
That cut through me as I had so been enjoying our conversation. “Oh uh-” I looked at the clock and couldn't argue that I needed to tend to things on the farm. “Yes well-” I didn’t really want to say goodbye.
Solomon took his cup to the sink. “I did enjoy getting to know you, Stella.”
I nodded. “Me too. I mean! I mean you too. I mean-”
Solomon chuckled and he leaned down, placing a kiss on my cheek. My heart could have stopped. I’d never been kissed on the cheek by a guy like that.
“Venus is next. Not sure when they'll want to come by, but do expect them.” Solomon gave me a wink.
I smiled back at him. “Is there anything they like I could have around for them?”
“Sweets,” he replied. “Venus likes sweets.”
“I do like to bake.” I said, walking him to the door.
At the door, Solomon looked at me and there was a crackle in the air. “I know we just met, but would you mind if I kissed you? In earnest?”
I just nodded, unable to say anything as I tried to contain myself. Solomon dipped his head, placing a kiss upon my lips. I shivered as his hand touched my cheek. Imagine that four more times, I thought to myself.
“Kissing? Already?”
Solomon pulled back as Venus walked up to the door. Venus had a slight scowl upon their face and their tail swished back and forth behind them.
“What are you doing here?” Solomon chuckled. “Eager to get things started.”
Venus bristled, or at least, every fiber of them stiffened. “You’re taking your time, I see! We had an agreement.”
“I know. I know.” Solomon stepped away from the door. “I’ll see you later, Stella. For now, I leave you with Venus.”
“Until later,” I said. I then looked back at Venus. “I actually have some chores to do if you don’t mind waiting.”
Venus eyes darted towards the barn, seeing the fenced in area where the cows were gathering, waiting for their next meal. “You said they were the Golden Girls?”
I nodded. “Would you like to help me?”
Venus was still pouting but he followed me towards the barn. The Golden Girls gathered at the entrance, mooing and shoving each other to get to the front.
“The red one is Blanche,” I started. “The black and white one is Sophia. Rose is the brown and white one, and the black one is Dorothy.”
Venus approached them gingerly, holding out his hand which Rose sniffed at. He went and pet her, the other girls complained they weren’t getting the same attention.
“Do you like animals?” I asked as I filled up the trough.
Venus pulled his hand back. “I have a cat.”
“Aww, what’s their name?” I smiled at Venus who looked away shyly, but maintained a tough appearance.
“Bea.”
I smirked. “I used to listen to the Mame soundtrack with my grandmother all the time. Bea Arthur has such a great voice.”
Venus’s eyes followed me as I refilled the bucket with chicken feed. “My cat has a weird raspy voice, that’s why I named her Bea.”
“That’s so cute.” I led Venus out into the farmyard, tossing out the chicken feed and the chickens came running.
“You’re really the only one who works this?” Venus asked.
“I’m the only Riley in Charcourt left,” I replied, hugging the bucket to my chest. “And obviously I’m single.”
Venus scoffed. “So you want the five of us just for hired help?”
I gave him a look. “No. I mean, help is nice, but-”
“But what?”
I was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. I just like the idea of the affection that comes with it.”
His gaze softened and I swear the white scales around his eyes turned pink. “You just want to be pampered by five guys?”
I chuckled. “Maybe? Doesn’t anybody want to be a little pampered?” I walked back towards the barn to get more feed for the sheep. “I was thinking about making cookies when I was done here. What kind do you like?”
Venus’ eyes got wide and he cleared his throat. “Trying to grease me up with baking?”
“Maybe a little,” I said with a giggle. “If I’m being honest.”
Venus glanced at me then away. “What kinds can you make?”
I thought for a moment. “Well, I think I can do chocolate chip, sugar cookies, I’ve got lots of cinnamon too.”
Venus sniffed, watching as the Golden Girls came closer to him. “Chocolate chip is good.”
“Alright then. I’ll have to go check the coop for eggs.”
Venus turned towards me. “What?”
“Well what do you think I have the chickens for? I sell the eggs, I also sell the milk from the girls and the goats.”
Venus seemed stunned by this. “I guess that makes sense,” he muttered. “But you just use them like that? Fresh from their-”
“That’s how eggs happen.” I walked towards the coop. “Want to see?”
Venus shook their head. “Not really. Can I just go inside?” They pointed back to the house.
“Sure, go ahead.” I gathered up the eggs I could find in the coop then went back inside. Venus was looking around my kitchen as well, especially the magnets on the fridge. I set the basket of eggs down and they looked at the basket with some repulsion.
“They come out gross, yes. They stay fresher if you don’t wash them.”
Their mouth gaped as I said this.
I just smirked at him. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll wash the ones I use for the cookies. Is that alright?”
They nodded, returning to their usual grumpy pout.
I gathered up ingredients to make the cookies and preheated the oven. “Venus is an interesting name,” I replied. It was really the only conversation starter I could think of. It had been quiet this whole time.
“You think?” Venus huffed. “My mom liked that show Sailor Moon, she didn’t seem to care that Venus meant girl.”
It was an awfully cute explanation but I wouldn’t have dared repeated that to him. “So she named you after her favorite character, that’s sweet.”
Venus frowned. “I went by Vee until I was fifteen,” he grumbled. “Then when my mom got sick, I started letting her call me Venus again.”
I stopped measuring out flour and gave Venus a sympathetic look.
“I lived with Reap’s family for a time,” they muttered. “His brother, Lerour, had just gone through the ceremony so there was room for me.” They sniffled then turned their head away so I couldn’t see.
“I’m so sorry, Venus.” I reached out and touched his arm, which he tilted his head to look at. “My mom died when I was little too.”
Venus looked back at me, his eyes were watery and pink around the rim. “Yeah well. Guess we have something in common. Not that being sad is any sort of connection.”
I chuckled and rubbed his arm gently. “I would say grief is a pretty good common ground to start from.” I measured out more of the dry ingredients and Venus came closer to my side. They were a touch shorter than me, but they had nice strong arms and thick thighs. Plus, they felt nice next to me, a little warm with a comforting air.
“So, you lived with Reap?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “He’s pretty shy, just warning you.”
“Good to know.” I started mixing the dry ingredients together. “Is he next?”
Venus shook his head and got a look of annoyance upon their face. “Unfortunately for you, Chandra is next.”
“Why unfortunately?” I laughed.
“You didn’t get enough of him at the meeting the other night? He’s obnoxious, not to mention a bit of a-” They stopped and hesitated saying the next word. “Just don’t fall for his ploys.”
“Ploys? What ploys?”
Venus gave me a warning look, one that turned their eyes into a darker shade of gray. He held up a finger and leaned in close. “Solomon can ask for a kiss and be a gentleman. Chandra is no gentleman, he is a flirt and enjoys a challenge.”
“He’s easy?” I giggled.
“A little.” Venus looked back at the cookie mix. “Just be careful. Not saying you won’t be, you seem to have a level head on you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I continued making the cookies with Venus. When the cookies were fresh from the oven, Venus had quite a few. They took the rest home and I promised we could bake together again sometime soon.
I could tell from his expression he wanted to ask for a kiss as well, but wasn’t going to do it anytime soon. “Have a good evening, Venus.” I kissed his cheek and those eyes lit up into pure silver. He didn’t say anything just looked at me and nodded before leaving.
“Pretty cute,” I said to myself after he left. “Solomon and Venus in one day,” I murmured. I could still remember Solomon’s kiss, and the connection I made with Venus was just as sweet.
“Two down, three to go,” I murmured and went back inside to finish cleaning up.
Three:
It had been a day or so since I had seen Solomon and Venus, so I was expecting Chandra at any moment. Considering what I had gleaned from him at the meetings, and even Venus’ warnings, it was obvious he was going to be a handful. But so far, I had been enjoying these meetings, so I wasn’t going to worry about it for too long.
Every so often I like to take my goats down to the river that runs behind the farm. They get to play, splash around, and I swear the water makes their milk taste so much better. I also like to go down there and look for pretty rocks or plants I can add to my collection.
The four goats were playing in the river, eating grass from the shore and splashing around. The youngest, Gilda, was bouncing around and having the time of her life. I was wading at the edge of the river, looking at stones that crossed my path. I then heard the goats exclaim and come running towards me, splashing and kicking up water all over the back of my legs.
Expecting a snake or something, I turned quickly, ushering the goats to the bank. Then I caught a flash of white in the corner of my eye. There stood Chandra, rising up out of the water with a great smirk upon his face.
“Didn’t mean to startle,” he chuckled. He smoothed his hand down his chest, wiping away excess water. “I just smelled something delicious in the air and came towards it.”
The goats on the bank yelled and made a fuss as Chandra came closer to me.
“Not funny,” I huffed, smoothing my hair back away from my face.
Chandra approached, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. “My apologies to you and the ladies.”
“One's a male, but thank you.” His pink eyes were captivating, they looked like glass marbles that shined brighter than any diamond.
“My apologies again for the misgendering,” Chandra said with a chuckle. He then leaned against one of the trees that hung over the river. “So, what brings a lily of the valley like you to a place like this?”
I motioned back to the goats. “I like bringing them down here sometimes. Wasn’t expecting you to come out of the river though.”
“I enjoy making an entrance. What can I say?” he looked me over, drinking me in and growing a smile that made me think of the cat who ate the canary.
I smirked. “What are you doing?”
“What? Just looking. I’m not going to do anything, I don’t know what Venus said to sully my name, but I swear, I’m not like that.” He winked playfully.
I eyed him up and down. “What do you think Venus said?”
“Well, knowing him, nothing too fond.” He stepped aside from the tree and sat down upon the bank, stretching out his legs and tail upon the grass. “He and I have never quite seen eye to eye.”
I took the spot beside him, raising up my knees to my chest. “And why do you think that is?”
“I think he envies my confidence,” he said with a laugh. “Maybe my height.”
“Venus told me not to fall for your ploys.” I glanced up at him to garner his reaction, which there was none. Chandra simply smiled. “What would those ploys be?”
Chandra’s tail curled, wrapping around my sides then brushing up against my thigh. “Well, let me think. I have no idea what he is talking about.” he said teasingly. Meanwhile, his tail tightened and pulled me in close to his side. Chandra put his arm around me and continued to feign contemplation.
I looked at his arm and let out a small laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Hm?” He looked down. “Oh my goodness. When did you do this?” He pulled his arm back. “We’ve only just met. Unless you’re…into that.” He winked again.
I rolled my eyes and scooted back. “You’re something of a flirt.”
“Don’t you worry. Once the ceremony happens I will become the most devoted out of all my brother husbands.” he laid his hand dramatically against his chest. “I call them oats to sow. But I’m sure there are names for me out there.”
“Venus was hinting. But I don’t blame oats for being oats.”
Chandra smiled. “Have you sowed a bit in your time?”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t call it sowing. Maybe if I was doing it on gravel.” I made a face and shook my head. “I planted my oats in the wrong ground.”
He got a look upon his face, one of concern. “Mind if I ask what was so wrong about this ground?”
I looked at him and then away a few times before I got the nerve to say anything. “Let's just say it was toxic earth.”
Chandra nodded his head, clicking his tongue in understanding. “I’m happy to see you here, away from that.”
I sighed heavily. “Me too.”
Chandra leaned back against his palms and gazed up towards the sky. “Now you have five strikingly rich, fertile soils to plant your oats.”
I grimaced. “Can we stop this analogy?”
“I hated the words as soon as I said them.” Chandra watched me as I stood up. His eyes followed me, seeing my look of distress and I gazed at the goats behind us. “Something the matter?”
“Gilda’s gone.” I whipped around, looking all over for the little goat. “One of my goats is missing.”
“Well calm down, calm down,” he coaxed as he stood up. “I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.”
“She’s my youngest and she’s not learned how wandering is bad!” I darted down the river then looked back. “I need to get the others back to the barn. But I don’t want to lose time looking for her.” I could feel the panic rising in my gut.
“You take the goats back, I’ll keep looking,” he said gently. “I’ll keep looking.”
I nodded and breathlessly lead the other goats back to the barn. As I made my way back towards the river, I looked everywhere. If I thought she could sleep under stones I would have turned every single one over. I searched all along the path and once I reached the river I searched for Chandra. After getting down to the bank I saw a flash of white in the corner of my eye. Chandra was knelt down beside a bush and my stomach seized. I instantly thought the worst and ran towards him.
“Chandra?” I called out.
He looked up and shushed me, tapping his finger to his mouth. “Be quiet. She’s sleeping.”
“Sleeping?” I blurted angrily. I ran to him and looked over his shoulder, seeing little Gilda curled up under a bush that was directly in a beam of sunlight.
“She probably curled up here and passed out.” He looked up at me and smiled. “She’s so cute, I didn’t want to bother her.”
As I came closer Gilda lifted up her head, she moved herself closer and laid her head on Chandra’s knee. The look in his beautiful pink eyes made my heart melt. As my nerves settled I leaned up against him. It was quiet for a long moment while we let Gilda enjoy her nap. I fell asleep as the sun was warm and the flow of the river made a powerful spell.
I came to as Chandra was carrying me towards the house with Gilda at our heels. “Ah, awake I see.” He sat me down and and smoothed back my clothes from being crumpled up. “Have a nice nap?”
“Yeah, I guess I did,” I chuckled.
Gilda was happily standing at Chandra’s side. It made my heart flutter.
“You owe me then,” Chandra teased. “Everyone got a full meeting with you, but I suppose being used as a pillow is fine.”
“Sorry, I really am.” I chuckled.
“No worries.” Chandra smoothed his palm over my cheek then tucked back my hair. “I’ll have you all to myself here soon.”
I closed my eyes, giving him the signal to kiss me. Instead he smoothed back my hair and kissed my forehead. “I can do better.” He whispered before he pulled away. “Hopefully Reap won’t outshine me.” He gave me a smile before leaving, and my face was molten hot.
To say I’ve been having a hard time sleeping with all this going on would be accurate. Fitful is the word I would use. My overactive imagination combined with the ‘ten hands’ mantra I’d been going over, was giving me some pretty bodice heaving thoughts. I could only imagine what was coming with Reap and Eros still arriving. I knew a bit about Reap, I’d gotten to talk to him already. But Eros was a bit of a mystery. His painted nails and pearl necklace were the most I had to introduce him to me. Reap was shy and super sweet, and his opening line to me had been on my mind as I awaited our meeting.
It was a regular afternoon, one where I had just received a grocery order. I always enjoyed the act of putting things away neatly. Whether it was in the barn or in my own home, having everything neatly placed and organized was cathartic. Plus, if I had a hard time seeing something I often forgot it was there. So it’s best I can see what I have.
Anyways, as I was remarking on how frustrating it is certain products have the same bottles but different labeling, there was a knock at my door. I turned, seeing a shape in the stained glass window of my door.
“Just a second!” I called out, setting the groceries aside. I opened the door to see a bouquet of flowers. Vivid pinks and reads, dashes of pale yellow, all sorts of flowers that must have cost a bundle to put together.
“Don’t just shove it in her face.”
“I didn’t mean to!”
I looked beyond the bouquet to see both Eros and Reap standing in my doorway. They both looked at me, similarly sympathetic but their eyes read it in different ways.
“Two at once? What did I do to deserve this?” I asked.
Eros offered me the bouquet. “Before that, I put this together myself with Reap’s suggestions.”
“You did this? It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.
“Eros is really talented with those sorts of things,” Reap spoke softly from behind. “It’s part of why I asked him to tag along for my visit.” He looked embarrassed, almost afraid to look at me, but he did with a lustrous sparkle to his eyes.
“Come on in, the kitchen is a mess right now, but the table is clear.” I stepped inside, letting them follow in after me.
“Do you have a vase?” Eros asked. “I can take care of those for you.”
“I’ll have to hunt one down. It’s been ages since I last got flowers I didn’t pick myself.” I chuckled, gently laying the bouquet down.
“The kitchen isn’t a mess,” Reap said as he looked around.
“I just got groceries so it’s scattered.” I was searching through the lower cabinets, hoping to find my grandmother’s vase. We used to put it on the table every Sunday with flowers my grandfather got for her. But childhood was so long ago.
From the corner of my eye I saw Eros mouth something to Reap. Reap nodded in turn and came to my side. “Can I help with the search?”
“Yes, actually,” I huffed when the lower cabinets didn’t pan out. “The vase may be up behind one of the tins. You’re so tall, you’d probably see it before me.”
Reap smiled at me. “Says the tall sight for short eyes.”
I broke into a huge smile I tried to keep restrained. “Yes, even for me.”
His bright smile broke through that nervousness he held and he began searching along that top shelf, carefully peering behind the tins.
“I haven’t had to use that vase since my grandmother passed,” I replied. “So I’m afraid I put it somewhere safe and forgot where safe was.”
Eros looked up from the sink, using a pair of shears to trim the ends of the flowers into the sink. “Isn’t that how it always goes? I lose more scissors in my shop that way.”
“What is your shop?” I asked.
“A florist,” he said with a soft laugh. “I also dabble in a few other things. But flowers are my main pay check.”
“Don’t be modest,” Reap said. “He’s a renaissance man.”
“You hush.” Eros ran water over the freshly trimmed stems.
Reap stepped back. “Is this it?” He held out the vase which was covered in grease and dust from years of sitting high up in the kitchen.
“You found it!” I reached for it, touching Reap’s hands as I did. His gaze softened and his fingers twitched. “Thank you,” I said a bit more gently. “It needs a good washing.” At the sink I stood by Eros. His eyes glanced down upon my hands as I scrubbed into the vase.
“A hard worker, I see.” He took my hand gently as the vase soaked in water. He turned my palm over, gently brushing the tip of his claw along my skin. It made me shiver in a way I never had before. It was a whole new sensation to me.
Eros smiled. “What a strong heart line you have.”
“Heart line?”
Eros looked up into my eyes. “Also known as the love line,” he almost sounded like he was purring saying this.
My cheeks radiated heat until it burned the tops of my ears. “What a coincidence,” I said breathlessly.
“See, I told you it was a good thing I brought you along,” Reap murmured from behind. “You’re so good at that.”
Eros gave Reap a gentle look. “Don’t sell yourself short, Reap. You have charms all your own, but I am more than happy to be here for both of you.” He squeezed my hand gently before letting it go.
I rinsed off the vase. “You don’t need to be nervous about me. I consider myself an easy person to be around. It’s growing up with animals I think.”
“That’s what my brother said,” Reap said with a halfhearted chuckle. “But still, Eros is good at breaking tension. I feel as though I am good at making it.”
“There we are now,” Eros said as he finished off the vase. “Beautiful. Just like the one we made it for.”
I giggled and shyly looked away.
Reap sighed. “He makes it seem so easy.”
“Compliments are meant to be easy,” Eros replied. “Action is what’s best.” He motioned to me and Reap looked at me. We both exchanged glances and Reap smiled.
“Action, huh?” Reap rubbed at the side of his neck. “Well, would you like help putting your groceries away.”
I smiled. “I’m picky about how I put it up, so don’t worry about it. All the cold stuff is put away. But, if you’d like, I’d love to sit over some tea or coffee with the both of you. It’s such a nice day out, and I rarely ever get to use my patio.”
Reap’s smile was probably the sweetest out of all five of them. I was charmed instantly by him, and anytime Eros spoke it was like he was putting me under some sort of dreamy spell.
There was a gentle breeze along with the warm sunlight, the old picnic table my grandfather made was rarely used these days, but sitting with Eros and Reap made it feel like old times.
“My big brother went through the ceremony a few years ago,” Reap was telling me. “I’ve always been nervous at the idea. But he’s been telling me all these amazing things so I’ve been growing more excited as the ceremony gets closer. Then, shocker, we find out only one of the chosen this year is attending.”
“Honest gut punch,” Eros replied. He had been holding my hand the entire time, massaging it, rubbing my palm, admiring the fine lines it seemed. “None of us were sure what to do or how to act.”
“We tried to wait on word from the council but-” Reap bowed his head and swallowed. “I got curious one night.”
“I saw your footprints,” I replied.
Reap looked aside and fidgeted in his seat. “I’m sorry! I wanted to see who stayed and I…well-”
Eros rolled his hand. “Go on. Tell her.”
I looked back at Reap. “Tell me what?”
He took in a deep breath. “I understood something my brother said. He said he saw his chosen, and knew then and there she was it. The one. His. I thought it was silly, Lerour was always dramatic but then I saw you.”
My heart fluttered.
“And like he said, I knew.” He looked up at me with a shy glance. “I think all of us felt that way. That’s how it seemed in the meeting anyways.”
I swallowed, nervous, elated, light headed, and a bunch of other things I don’t think I could blame on the coffee. “Well, thank you.” I laugh because that sounded so silly. “I don’t know why I said thank you! But uhm…I felt a little similar that day. I feel that way each time I meet one of you. It’s like fitting into something comfortable.”
Reap’s smile returned. “It does.”
Eros lifted my hand, kissing my knuckles. “We’re all a little opposite in our own ways, but you seem to be a connecting factor to all of it.”
My heart was pounding fast. Ten hands kept repeating in my mind. “I am nervous about the ceremony. I’ve barely had one serious boyfriend, let alone five. Let alone five paralangua ones.” I gazed into Reap’s eyes, seeing a gentle gaze. “I don’t know if it will work out for all of us but…I am excited to try.”
Four:
My heart is hammering out of my chest. No. Beyond that. My heart is hammering in space and changing Earth’s rotation. I was wading in knee deep water, entering the depths of the labyrinth. Cold mud and stone greet my toes. Meanwhile, ahead of me, there is a vastness I cannot describe. The labyrinth is one of the greatest mysteries the Festival of Ash provides, and I am alone inside.
The paralangua will begin their hunt now. But I am the sole prey this festival. Usually, the five chosen paralangua will enter along with some other hopeful paralangua, hunting for their chosen mate. This year, my five will enter alone, and they will hunt me together, yet separately. The order of who leaves the labyrinth will determine…well, something very intimate.
I slipped and fell into the water, splashing down, losing footing, and finding myself careening down a waterslide that shoots me out over a waterfall, below me is a vast depth with a faint blue glow.
I notice none of this beauty or splendor. I am far too busy screaming at the top of my lungs as I cascade down the waterfall like a ragdoll.
From the waterfall lunges a huge, imposing figure that rips me from the air. My heartbeat is such that now the moon is shaken from its orbit. I am tucked into large arms, one of which grabs hold of a vine and swings us towards a wall where he stops my careening.
“Easy now,” a calm voice whispers. “I got you in the nick of time.” There was a slight chuckle to his voice, but I was too busy trying to breathe to notice the sexy inflection.
“Oh my god!” I gulped in air. “Oh my god!” My naked body pressed into the scaly flank of Chandra. His white scales gleamed with that faint blue glow. He looked iridescent in the light.
“Took a tumble, did ya?” Chandra laughed as he put me upon his back. “Was planning to sneak up on you until you did that.” He started climbing up the vine, heading towards the beam of light over us.
I clung to his neck, holding on for dear life as the pool below us grew even further away. “I didn’t even see that I was that close to a slide!”
“No worries.” Chandra started to laugh but was yanked from below.
Glancing down, Venus was upon us, his hand wrapped tightly around Chandra’s ankle.
“Do you mind?” Chandra tried kicking, but found it upset his balance on the rope. “I’m trying to get our Stella out of here.”
“And let you be first?” Venus snarled. “Fat chance.”
Chandra eased me around to his front, holding me in the curve of his arm. “Excuse me, love.” He set me upon a ledge on the wall then leapt down, tackling Venus, and both of them dropped into the knee deep water I started in.
I yelped, quickly coming to standing. I watched them struggle for a moment, their bodies writhing and thrashing in the water, before I made my way along the ledge. The ledge led to an opening, which itself turned into a dimly lit corridor. Light filtered in through the ceiling, which was covered by vines and tree limbs. The floor was cold with settled patches of water that trickled down the walls. I was supposed to keep running, creating the chase that the labyrinth was made for. But I really didn’t want to. I wanted one of them to find me, it didn’t matter who. I just wanted to be found and taken out of here.
As I came to the end of the hallway, I peeked around the corner to see stairs on either side, and a drop off straight ahead. I stood there for a moment, listening for rushing water or something, not sure.
“There you are.”
I jumped nearly out of my skin. I looked this way and that before turning back around and seeing a massive shape at the end of the hall I just came from.
“Found you,” Solomon’s deep voice rippled through the air.
“Oh, hi,” My voice pitched as I spoke. “Fancy-” I slipped on the wall as I tried to brace against it. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Solomon stepped into the hallway. Light flitted across his body, and I took in the entire spectacle of it. I swallowed, forcing myself to gaze back up at his face. “What happened to Chandra and uhm…”
“Venus?”
I nodded, keeping my eyeline up.
Solomon lowered down to all fours. “Don’t worry about them.” He lunged, rushing towards me.
I jumped again, rushing out the door and heading for the stairs. Solomon came racing out, standing back up on his legs as I was halfway down the stairs. We locked eyes as I turned back to look. I smiled, and he smiled back, so I turned and kept running.
I stumbled into the water at the bottom of the stairs. Taking a step off a stone landing, I went waist-deep, which made running and impossibility. There was a loud splash behind me, and then there was silence as the water settled.
“This would be so scary under any other circumstance,” I whispered to myself. I saw ripples in the water where Solomon was swimming. I ducked under, swimming away myself to continue the chase.
Now, I know that there is no possible way I could ever hope to outswim a paralangua, especially one like Solomon. But, I do have years of swimming in the creek outside the farm against kids in the neighborhood on my side. I was a strong swimmer, so there was a possibility for some fun to be had.
But just as I was thinking this, my leg was grabbed and I was pulled back through the water. I was lifted to the surface where Solomon had me locked in a tight embrace. My back was pressed to his chest, and I could feel the rhythm of his very even breathing, but also, the excited rumble of his heart.
“You almost slipped away from me,” he whispered into my ear.
“Almost,” I laughed. I patted my hands upon his arms, feeling just how tight he was holding onto me. I glanced back at him, seeing a curious smile grow upon his face. I looked back forward, seeing more ripples in the water that aimed directly at us.
Eyes peered up from the water, then slowly, Eros rose from the depths. “I really didn’t want to go head to head with you, Solomon, old boy.”
Solomon laughed, “Then don’t.”
Eros wiped water back from his face then sighed. His eyes focused on me. “I do have to admit.” He licked his chops as his eyes turned sultry. “I like the looks of this.”
I had felt exposed and naked this whole time, well, because I was. But Eros’ gaze did something to me that made me all the more aware of my body, my shape, and Solomon’s pressed against it.
“Careful now,” Solomon coaxed.
Eros let out a deep, dark chuckle that sent shivers up my spine. “Oh trust me. I’m as a gentle as a la-” He was cut off, dragged back under water so fast I was half certain my brain glitched out.
“Goodness,” Solomon sounded just as surprised as I was.
Venus rose up, water pouring out of his jowls. He was snarling, breathing heavy as he looked at us with an almost crazed look to his eyes.
“Give her up, old man.”
“Now why is everyone suddenly calling me old man?” Solomon lifted me up and set me back behind him. “I’ll show you old, little boy.”
Venus roared and charged ahead, but much like Eros he was ripped aside and tossed into the waters with a mightly splash. Eros dove after him, charinging into a fight that looked more vicious than it needed to be.
“Run.” Solomon whispered back at me. “Now is your chance while the children are fighting.”
“What about you?” I asked.
Solomon just laughed and rushed into the fight happening before them.
I went into the water, swimming away from the kerfuffle and finding land I could walk upon. I climbed onto a mossy embankment and slid down to the other side where I plopped into a plush field of little white flowers.
I laid there for a moment, catching my breath. Up above me was a canopy of vines, sunlight streaming down in radiant, warm beams. I laid for a second, resting and letting myself warm.
“Those three are fighting,” I murmured. “Chandra is somewhere. And I haven’t seen Reap yet.” I sat back up and saw across the field of flowers there was an alcove where Reap was curled up inside.
“Oh,” I gasped. I stood up, waiting to see if he would move, but he didn’t. I walked across the field then climbed up upon the stone to peer into the alcove. “Reap?” I touched his back and he shifted slightly.
I took hold of his arm and shook him gently. To which he stirred more. “It’s alright, keep running.”
I climbed up further to peer inside. “What’s the matter?”
Reap curled up more. “Nothing. I’m just not made out for this sort of thing.”
I stepped over him and into the alcove, finding it was quite comfortable inside and the stone was warmed from the sun. “Neither am I.”
Reap sighed, keeping his eyes closed. “I’ve never been much of a fighter. I don’t mind getting out last.”
I sat beside him, pulling my knees up to my chest. “I mind.”
Reap swallowed hard but remained silent.
“You were the first one I met. I mean, it only seems fair.” I touched him, seeing him shiver from the contact. “I like you.”
Reap let out a nervous, shuddering laugh and he opened his eyes. “Damn. I knew it. You’re beautiful.”
I was aware of my nakedness again, but I knew that in this position all my rolls and folds were showing tenfold. “Oh come on.”
“I mean it.” Reap muttered as he doubled up into his fetus position. “And you smell even better.”
I was growing warm from within. “You’re lovely too.” I said as I gazed down his body, watching his tail cover a certain area.
“You should go now,” Reap murmured. “They’ll show up soon.”
“So?” I breathed as I lowered myself down to him. I touched him more, grazing my hand down his chest. “I’ve been waiting for this. I’m not sure I can wait more. The more they come after me, the more they touch me-”
Reap shuddered again. “I shouldn’t be first.”
“Why not?” I chuckled. “I already said-”
Reap grabbed my hand before it could lower and he glared into my eyes. “I’m not made to be enjoyed so easily,” he growled.
I furrowed my brow. “What does that mean?”
Slowly he began to unfurl, pulling his tail back and shifting his hips to present himself. Now, as a farm girl, I’ve seen some things. Lots of things. Back when we had tons of animals, I had seen horses, bulls, hell, even goose and pigs go at it on the farm. My grandfather taught me the birds and the bees that way, which my grandmother and mother had to correct in a lot of ways.
But when I say I had never seen anything like Reap, you know it was nothing you had ever seen.
“See?” He snarled. “I’m too big for anyone to enjoy.” He grunted and looked away in shame. “It’s miserable. Sometimes I even get light headed when I get erect.”
“Are you now?” I whispered as my eyes remained locked to the shaft. Thick. Big. Ten hands.
“A little.” Reap kept his gaze away from me.
I licked my lips as the hunger inside me grew. Yes, he was big, but I was also a big girl. “May I touch it?”
Reap jerked and his hard cock swayed. “You should run.”
“Please? My hands are cold and you look warm.” It was a ruse, but maybe he would fall for it.
He growled under his breath, straining as he seemed to throb harder now. “Just a little. It’s fine.”
Yes! I reached down, placing the tip against my palm. Reap whined, so did I. I stroked down, my hand was barely able to wrap around him. I bit down hard on my lip, caressing him even more.
“Fuck,” Reap whimpered and his hips shook.
“Reap,” I breathed. “I’m so fucking turned on.”
He whined again as I began to pump my hand up and down his mighty cock. “I-” He couldn’t get any words out.
I scooted down, taking my mouth and joining my hands. I kissed and licked him, feeling his pulse directly against my tongue. I was growing so wet I could flood the labyrinth myself. And there was an ache, god the ache!
“Stella, please!” He gasped breathlessly.
I took his tip into my mouth, tasting him directly, tasting a saltiness that dripped from the tip. Fuck, I needed him.
“We should…I should-” Reap was shivering, his hips were bucking.
“I know.” I moaned as I sat up. I lifted my leg to straddle him, taking his cock and rubbing myself against it.
Reap cried out in a sort of desired agony. “Hot!” he cried. “You’re so hot!”
I whimpered, holding him with one hand while grinding my slit against him. I needed him, in all ways. I had been trying my hardest all this time to behave myself, to keep a cool mind. But ten hands. Five cocks. Six if you wanted to take Reap’s size into account.
I place his tip to my entrance and saw the wide eyed expression upon his face. I nodded to him, slowly taking his monstrous cock inside. God! It felt so good!
“Stella-” he gasped and grabbed hold of my hips. “Be careful.”
I moaned with glee as I took him, rocking myself upon his tip then taking slightly more. My jaw hung slack as I took more and more, but there was a lot of him to take. Below me his hips rocked, pressing into the sensitive spots inside. I cried out, leaning forward to balance myself against him.
He would take me first, there was no question in it. I panted, trying to catch my breath, but my hips were moving to find my release, and I didn’t want to stop. Not at all. I faced Reap again, smiling at him.
“I’m enjoying you very much,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, so much.”
Reap threw his head back. “I’ve never felt like this.”
“Hey!”
The loud bellowing call shook us both, taking us completely out of our hedonistic moment. Venus was standing there in the flowers, huffing and puffing from what was, no doubt, a hard fight against Eros and Solomon. He’d also gone head to head with Chandra first thing.
“What are you doing? That’s not fair!” Venus pointed towards us, and I could swear I saw a glint of tears in his eyes.
“Oh uh-” I was scrambling, but not moving out of place. “Venus, it’s uhm-”
Venus charged towards us but stopped short. “I wanted-” His voice cracked and I was sure I saw tears.
Reap swallowed and he sat up, picking me up with him. He handed me out towards Venus. “You can join in. Who says we have to fight?”
Venus sniffled and looked away, his eyes darting back to me. “Then what?” He sniffed again, but this time, it was like he was tasting the air.
“Fuck?” I spoke up which caused Venus to chuckle.
He smiled at me, getting that cocky smug of his. “Fine then.” He took me from Reap and laid me down upon the flowers. He kissed me, planting them all over my body along with hints of his sharp teeth. His tongue replaced Reap’s cock, slurping and moaning against me until I was a blushing, heaving mess again. I clawed at the flowers behind me, gripping at them until I moved to Venus’ shoulders.
Reap watched us from above, eyes bleary but focused at the same time. He would glance around shyly, fidgeting slightly as he seemed embarrassed to touch himself. That was, until it became too much and he had to take both his hands and stroke himself.
Below my waist, Venus was enjoying himself. His tongue was long and strong, lapping at my clit, then burrowing deep inside me. His teeth would hit every so often, eliciting a startled yet pleasured moan from my lips.
“You’re really good at that,” Reap said through a strained breath.
Venus’ eyes cut up to him, lifting his head briefly to crack that superior smile. “Have you not tasted her? She’s awesome.”
Not sure how being called awesome is sexy but I would take it.
Reap knelt down beside Venus and I thought my head would pop open like a cartoon. He and Venus licked at the same time and I craned my neck back, cupping both hands over my mouth as they feasted together.
“See how she likes it?” Venus chuckled.
Reap moaned softly against me, almost like a purr.
“Save some room for us?”
All three of us jerked, turning our attention to Eros and Solomon coming over the flowery hill. Eros was watching, licking his chops as he came forward.
He laughed as he stood before us, Solomon hobling up behind. “Did we change the rules on the elders? Naughty boys. I like it.”
Venus sneered as Eros came up, kneeling down beside me to caress down my chest then kiss me.
“You guys really did a number on me.” Solomon huffed as he plopped down beside me, laying down and letting out a relaxed breath. “Don’t let us stop you. By all means, keep going.”
“What about Chandra?” I managed to squeak out as Eros stroked and kissed me all over, nuzzling his head against me as he let out tranquil, happy sighs.
Solomon chuckled, pointing up.
I craned my neck back, peering up above the alcove where Reap and I had started. I see Chandra poised there, watching us with a lusty glint in his eyes.
“Pervert!” Venus shouted out as he stood up.
Chandra laughed. “I’m just enjoying the view! What’s wrong with that?” He slithered down from his perch and approached us. “You and Reap make wonderful dancing partners,” he said, jutting his tongue out. “Now come here. I think I earned my turn.” He grabbed me up from the ground, holding me so my rear was cupped in his great palms.
“Who decided this order?” Eros chuckled.
Chandra’s cock slipped against my thigh, rubbing there as he rocked me in his hands. “Don’t you want to do the pampering at the end?”
Eros pouted slightly, looking away as Reap came up to his side. “I suppose.”
“Then I get my go.” Chandra lifted me slightly so when I moved his cock popped up and he was able to place me over him. “I’m nowhere near as endowed as Reap,” he whispered so only I could hear. “But I know better how to utilize my gifts.” He entered me, pressing deep until I was overflowing.
I grunted, biting my lip as Chandra began moving me, using me as his own toy. I felt someone press up against my back, hugging me and touching me as Chandra moved inside.
Ten hands. I thought to myself again. Ten hands.
“Enjoying yourself, huh?” Eros whispered into my ear from behind. “Good. You’re going to be having this feeling for a long time.”
“What about the labyrinth?” Reap murmured.
“Fuck the labyrinth!” Venus snapped. “We’re here with Stella now. They can wait on us for a minute, can’t they?”
“I hope longer than a minute,” Solomon laughed.
Suddenly Chandra pulled out, allowing Eros to fill in his place. He eased up between my cheeks, slipping in from behind and wrapping his arms tight around me.
I cried out, feeling the first peak of intensity from my gut. I threw my head back against Eros’ shoulder, almost completely out of breath. Someone would have to give me mouth to mouth to survive.
“That’s it,” Eros puffed. “Feel me. Take me. Oh you’re beautiful! You’re amazing. Supple creature you are-”
“Enough adjectives,” Chandra laughed. “She’s close. She doesn’t need words. She needs actions.” His hand touched me below, fingering my clit.
It was too much, too hard a push. I erupted from that touch, arching my back and struggling to keep myself in their arms. I cried out, whimpering pitifully as Chandra continued to touch me, not stopping even though my body was crying out in that agonizing ecstasy.
“You’ll kill her,” Reap said gently.
“Nonsense, women are stronger than most. She can handle this,” Chandra moaned. I felt his warmth against my belly, he was cumming from seeing me cum. His thick seed dribbled down my belly, coating his fingers as he kept moving them against me.
“I’m cumming too-” Eros said with breathless abandon. “I’m-!” The strain in his voice choked off his words as he released, filling me to the brim even more than I expected.
The cool of the grass and flowers beneath my back pushed me back into reality. I gazed above me, seeing eyes watching me as I tried to pull myself out of my stupor.
“Wow!” I panted, pushing my hair out of my forehead.
Venus chuckled. “You’ve still got three to go.”
I gave a thumbs up.
“A thumbs up, she’s a brave one,” Solomon laughed as he rolled over into my side. He pet down my chest, nuzzling my neck and murmuring softly to me.
“We should let her rest,” Reap said gently.
I propped up on my elbows. “I can handle it. I’ll be sore come morning, but I’m used to that,” I laughed.
“Well then, don’t mind me.” Solomon climbed up on top of me, stroking the hair from my face and gazing into my eyes. “I hope you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, raising my knees up around his hips so he could move between my thighs.
“Eros and Chandra left quite a mess,” Solomon murmured. “Good. I like that.”
I would say Solomon was the middle ground between Chandra, Eros, and Reap. He was quite big, but more long than girthy. He breathed in deeply, rubbing himself against me before he took the plunge. I was still quite sensitive, and his entrance shot tingles through all my limbs.
Solomon held up my legs, hugging them to his chest as he started slowly within me. He breathed out then hissed through his teeth. “Damn boys got my leg. But this will all be worth it. I can feel it.”
I could too. He reached deeper inside me than Chandra or Eros. I could tell he was holding back, but at this point he really didn’t need to.
Venus knelt down by my head. “Do you mind if-?” He seemed shy to ask.
“What would you like?” I stretch out my arm, rubbing up his thigh towards his cupped hand.
“Well-” He released himself from his hand, aiming his cock towards my mouth. “Just a little. That’s all.”
I parted my lips, letting him rest his tip upon my tongue. He pressed deeper, going into my cheek then towards my throat. I closed my lips around him and he breathed out this pitiful little sound.
I wondered what Reap was doing. We started out together, I hoped he wasn’t growing impatient or anything.
“Trade?” Solomon chuckled to Venus.
Venus nodded eagerly, carefully removing himself from my lips then switching positions with Solomon. Venus was short, but quite girthy, he stretched me a bit as he slipped inside. Solomon’s length hit against my throat, almost making me gag. But I had trained my gag reflux ages ago due to shoveling manure on the farm. Sorry, not exactly sexy talk, I’ll leave it there though.
“Oh-” Venus let out that adorable, pitiful sound again. His face was elated and subtly precious. Solomon’s cock went down my throat a little, he struggled with not cumming immediately.
There was a shudder again from deep within. Actually, I’m not surprised this didn’t happen sooner. Chandra and Eros had left me so raw and tender, I should have cum when Venus first entered me. But it took a moment to grow back, to settle warm in my belly and spill out again. My legs trembled first, sending their waves up through my body until I could no longer hold on.
Solomon sensed this, pulling himself out and splattering a bit on my lips, then aiming himself at my breasts as he finished. Venus cried out, nearly falling forward from he force at which his release hit him.
Venus rested on top of me, snuggling to my chest despite Solomon’s seed all over them. Solomon chuckled, smoothing my hair back and kissing my face as I relaxed again.
“Any good?” He asked.
I nodded, not really able to form words this time.
“Mm,” Venus snuggled up closer, curling himself around me.
“Come on little one, we’ve got one last one to make his turn.” Solomon, said, shaking Venus’ shoulder.
Venus swatted at him. “Just a second longer.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Reap responded quietly.
“What’s fair is fair.” Solomon managed to get Venus up. “Come on, you need to wash that pretty face of yours.”
“What?” Venus touched his face and squirmed. “Oh god! I laid in it!”
Solomon and Venus walked aside while Reap came over to me. “If you need a break, I don’t mind waiting.”
I pulled him down, hugging him tight into my arms. “Just a minute. I‘ll be okay.” I nuzzled into his neck, feeling him trembled as his arms joined in.
“This is nice,” he whispered.
I was exhausted, my body spent beyond its natural borders. But I wasn’t done yet. Eight out of ten hands were dealt with. Just two more to take care of. “It is.”
“I do really like you,” he whispered. “Had this been a normal festival…I would have…you would have been-”
I kissed him softly, gazing up into his eyes as I pet his face. “I would have liked that.” I smiled, sitting up to roll him into the ground. My legs were tired, but I knew this position was the best way to take him. His beast of a cock didn’t need to be tamed exactly, just coddled. After everything, I think I was even more relaxed than before and could take him with ease.
“You don’t-” I put my finger over his mouth to keep Reap quiet.
“Shh,” I hissed. “Relax. You’ve earned this. You’ve been so patient.” I placed my hands upon his chest. Easing myself back over him. It was much easier than before, much smoother. I could take him deeper now.
Reap’s eyes widened then he threw his head back, groaning. He trembled more, grasping onto my hips as I moved upon him.
Had it not been for this whole mess with the other chosen not showing up, Reap would have been my choice as well. He was exactly what I wanted in a partner. But now, knowing all five of these strapping paralangua, I don’t think I could ever choose between them. They were all so special, so precious. Their differently personalities meshed well, including with me. I liked they worked together and they didn’t seem jealous. I wanted this, more than anything, I wanted all of them. Not just their ten hands. But their five hearts.
Poor Reap had been waiting so long, I could feel his thunder deep within me. He came and he came, shuddering and twisting as his long awaited release finally took over. I rode him the entire time, finding pleasure in watching him writhe under me.
I woke some time later in a bed, sunlight dappling in through the curtains. I sighed and laid back, not too eager to get up and started my day. The Golden Girls were surprisingly quiet. But then I recalled what had happened, and where I actually was.
I was in the castle at the end of the labyrinth. I sat up in the bed to look around, noticing the soreness of my thighs. I tilted my head towards the door to try and see out, but I couldn’t really see anything.
I laid back down, closing my eyes and enjoying the coolness of the room. It must have rained between my memory and waking up. I could smell it in the air.
I then felt the bed sag and looked to my right. Venus was crawling back into bed. He snuggled up against me and I put my arms around him.
“We didn’t wake you did we?” He asked. “We went to the farm to take care of things while you slept.”
“You’re too sweet, thank you.” I murmured.
“Solomon is making something to eat too.” Venus sighed tranquilly as he rested against me.
“Good morning.” Reap joined us in bed as well, curling up to my back and spooning me. He smelled like the soap in my kitchen. I wonder if he did my dishes.
“Morning,” I murmured.
Reap nuzzled to my hair, breathing in. I rested again, nearly falling asleep when my temple was kissed from over Venus. Chandra joined us, followed by Eros who crawled up beside Venus to cuddle me.
I smiled to myself, feeling a bit smug and content with how this all turned out. Eventually Solomon arrived, bringing coffee and tea for all of us. We sat upon the bed, drinking the warm beverages and sighing in content. Nothing needed to be said, we had a long time to say everything in the future. For now, we were content and happy. I’m sure we would spend time here at the castle for a while, like all chosen did. But soon, I’d have to find room for them on the farm. Which sounded like a perfect chore.
Ghost boyfriend, you two were dating before he died and one night a couple days after his death you were sleeping and heard a loud noise in the kitchen, when you went to check what it was you didnt see anything. This happened almost every day for a while before you finally saw it, at first just glimpses of a figure standing in a room looking at you, it would just stand there staring. You didnt think it was harmful so you never did anything to prevent or get rid of it. Eventually instead of just staring at you from afar on the couch it would start inching closer and closer, trying to be slick. You would giggle at its attempts of stealth.
One day you walked into the kitchen and paused in your tracks, the sun was beaming brightly in the room, illuminating your lovers pale and translucent face. You two stared at eachother for a long time. Eventually you found it in you to step closer and try to touch him, your hand passing right through him, being enveloped in the cold grey matter. You sighed dissapointed before he reached up and you felt a ghost of a touch against your cheek. You found out through a game of charades that he had to learn how to make himself visible and touch things, and that he doesnt know why but he is stuck there (not that he midnds at all.) it took a minute to get there but eventually you two did build a sort of routine, he was very well off and left his inheritance to you so you dont have to worry about a job and he loves it because hence gets to spend all his endless time with you.
Eventually he is able to learn how to actually touch you, the first time he does you break down sobbing, missing his touch. He makes more and more progress every day and eventually your able to give him your first hug in months.
Now the fun part, sex with a ghost is very strange. Did you know they can spit and cum? Not their actual spit and cum though, its some sort of sticky gooey substance that takes some getting used to.
The first time your lover goes down on you, you yelped at the cold sensation. He passes his tongue up your folds and slowly over your clit. You try to grab his hair but your hands just pass through him and he chuckles deeply into your cunt. Your frustrated whine immediately turns into a moan as he sticks a finger inside you and curls it just right, then continues his assault on your clit. His finger pumps in and out of you at an annoyingly slow pace, you whine and he adds another finger, scissoring them inside of you, you gasp and arch your back. After a while of this you cum all over his face and hands and watch as he cleans up your sloppy pussy, slowly licking all around it, licking your chubby thighs and then going up your chubby tummy. He rests his head on your stomache and stares at you lovingly with a half-visible face. As much as you want to return the favor you two still havent quite figured out how to get you to touch him, a hug is one thing, but holding on long enough to cum just hasnt been accomplished yet. So for now, you settle on letting him stand over you and your sticky thighs, petting your hair silently as you are lulled into a gentle sleep.
2 orc mates who absolutely obsess over you in the cutest ways.
Hair is a big part of their culture and taking care of eachothers hair is a very intimate thing, certain hair styles can indicate different things like your relationship status. You however, do not know this, you just think your orcs really like playing with your hair and you of course dont mind it because your hair always looks flawless and healthy.
When you first started dating them they competed for your attention, but on their own they came up with a truce, sometimes they share you and sometimes they are allowed to switch with you on certain things, like they take turns on who goes to the store with you or who showers with you (because only two can fit in that shower, especially cuz orcs are huge.) they do preffer doing most things together like cooking, cleaning, social activites, and of course anything involving the bed.
Their favorite way to lay (and only way they accept) is you sandwiched inbetween them on your giant bed. All your blankets have been nicely folded and put away in a closet considering your inbetween two giant furnaces who smother you in their sleep. Their Arms and legs wrapped around you, leaving little skin exposed to the cool air of your room. If you had a blanket over you too you would probably die of heat stroke.
Sometimes they snore and at first it drove you crazy but eventually it actually helped you sleep, like white noise. Their lungs are so big that when they snore the tone is a much deeper sound than a humans, making it less abrasive. You also kinda like the vibrations their chests make against your body, like a little massage.
Every morning you wake up to gentle hands carressing your hips and waist, lazy shapes being drawn over your chubby tummy. When you open your eyes you can always count on seeing 4 loving eyes staring lazily at your disheveled form, your previously neatly braided hair frizzy and lopsided and your eyes squinting from the sunlight that leaks through the blinds. They dont see any of that that though, they see the most beautiful woman with the perfect body and the perfect face and the perfect personality that they have the pleasure of calling theirs.
They do warship you in a way and in the beginning it does make you pretty uncomfortable because your not used to being treated so good, at first it just comes of as overbearing and overprotective, maybe even a little misogynistic. They insist on doing everything for you, wether its something like opening a door or going up stairs. The first time they swooped you up to carry you up the stairs you yelped and yelled at them to put you down, that was the saddest puppy eyes you have ever seen til this day. In time you did learn that it is part of their culture and “courting” ritual, that they only ever had good intentions and you eventually learned to love the princess treatment.
When you get to the stage of intimacy in your relationship you couldnt be happier. No other beings no matter how many there are could ever satisfy you better than them. They learn your body in and out, they know every freckle scar and weak spot. They focus so heavily on you they sometimes forget to even try to cum. They may bicker sometimes but when it comes to you and your body they wholy agree that the only right choice is to do whatever it takes to make you feel as good as they can and they have mastered working together on it. They work in complete synchronization, one working your sensitive clit and sucking your nipples while the other sucks on your neck, pumping his fingers in and out of you at the perfect speed, his fingers curled to hit just the right spot to drive you crazy. Something you really enjoy is how willing they are to explore new things either you, wether its a new position, a new toy, or a new fantasy. They will do anything to make their sweet girl feel good.
Hmmmm… gentle bull hybrid, he grew up with everyone (all the other bull hybrids) being so aggresive all the time, it wasnt an issue because he knew they were all tough enough to handle it and he was too. You though? No no no, your way too fragile, he could never do anything to hurt you! Including being intimate unfortunately. When he holds you he makes sure his grip isnt too tight, scared to fully wrap his giant hands around your chubby body (his hands could still fit around ur waist he is huge). Even if you ask him to be rougher he is so scared of hurting his little mate, you tell him you can handle it and he cringes with hesitation. Eventually he does start to loosen up a little bit, slinging you over his giant shoulder, picking you up by the waist, tossing you onto the bed, laying his big fluffy head on you, now that he knows your not made of glass he finally gives in. Not fully initially, he starts with only making you cum on his tongue and after a couple weeks he adds in a finger and maybe two, its only after a few months of his “conditioning” that he finally decides to give in to trying to go all the way. He will lay you down and hesitate for a moment before rubbing his throbbing head through your soaked cunt, shuddering at the feeling. He rubs your squishy tummy as he ever so slowly starts to push in, not even getting the head all the way in before stopping and asking if your ok, eventually you have to just suddenly move your hips down onto him so you can get it over with. He moans loudly as you fit all of him (that you can physically fit) inside you. The stretch is very apparent to you but definitely worth it. He then starts a terribly slow pace, pausing to check on you every now and then but you can see his wet nose getting redder the more he gets worked up. Eventually your yelling and whining with tears in your eyes for him to just fuck you already, he reluctantly gives in and starts a more steady pace, throwing his head back. “G-god your so tight…” he whines. Your quickly reduced to a moaning and drooling mess after only a couple minutes, the shape and size being just right for your cunt. After a few rounds of this, some soaked bed sheets, and lots of love marks covering your skin you lay panting next to your bull hybrid lover, “told you i could handle it.” He chuckles and soothes your hair, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer. You settle in that night and get the best sleep you have ever had.
I feel like bear hybrid x reader is sooooo underrated like i want a giant fluffy chubby man to lift me up like im a paperweight and carry me to the bed like im a baby then cuddle the shit out of me til i fall into the best slumber ive ever had in my life,
like i want a bear hybrid to carry me around on his shoulders so i can like hug his giant head thats the size of my torso,
and i wanna COOK WITH HIM, they are foodies and you know it, specialty being fish dishes obvi,
bears are one of the best examples of “if not friend why friend shaped?”
Imagine squishing a bear hybrids chubby cheeks (face cheeks u filthy animal)
Just imagine laying down with him and running your hands through his fur while his big tummy goes up and down with his loud deep breaths while he sleeps,
Also also also imagine how protective he would be, but like mature protective not animalistic protective, like for some reason i see bear hybrids being mature? 😭 not where he will growl at guys who come too close but instead, he can tell when your uncomfortable with someone or with a situation so he wraps his big arm around your waist and scowls at the person as a warning, or just picking you up and walking away to remove you from the situation as a whole
Sorry just a lil rant, i can never find anything new on bear hybrids its so underrated ✊😔
