#2sentenceminimum

Just whipped off my minimum on R3 prior to dashing off elsewhere. Amrae is having trouble with his divine partner, Vik. Vik, is a giant white otter when he shifts. Amrae is a real asshole MSM. They're arguing after Amrae managed to attract the woman Vik was trying to seduce.

I guess I'll post this little bit. Warning, glbtq, adult content with a major asshole guy thinking he can top forever. Oh, and Vik using ESP to speak, although I never call it ESP in the novels.

“Stop…! Ow! Vik! Stop! Get off me!” Amrae’s fist punched down on the otter’s head. Vik loosed a small mewl. Amrae inched toward a nearby wall, scrabbling for anything to help him bash the otter, but Vik hopped onto him before he had a chance to do that or get up and run. “Ow! Vik, stop it!”

She was mine! Mine!

“M’lani is yours! Stop it! Hey!”

Vik had rolled him onto his stomach. Amrae twisted around and kicked at his head. He missed, but Vik still backed off.

M’lani is yours too!

“Then why are we arguing?”

You interfered!

“You haven’t serviced M’lani properly. Get off!”

You interfere with her too! It’s always your cock first! She’s afraid to take out the fertility impediment.

“Fine. I’ll let you go first next time.”

Not enough.

“Fine! You can have her cunt all to yourself! So long as you’re both sucking—”

Fuck you! You never spread your legs! You never receive! Vik attacked him again. Amrae thumped a boot at his head, only to have the otter grab the footwear and wrench it from the mortal’s foot.

“Hey! Fuck…! I’m not receiving! Ever! Get it straight!”