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To all the MonsterFuckers out there that love a horny himbo, this book is for you. Will he know what his cock is? Absolutely not. Will he give it to you good once he does? Absolutely. We sincerely love a terrifying, skull-headed monster who is also tender, cute, and ready to rail us into blissful oblivion until our eyes cross. Enjoy our bird brain — I made him just for us!
“Not much further.” Ingram nudged him back so he could quicken his kindred’s pace. “Do not slow down.” “I am with you.” Ingram’s purple sight flashed bright pink in answer, mimicking his kindred’s normal orb colouring. “I know.”
They’d killed his kindred, destroyed his friend... his home. They had broken the only thing that had ever mattered to him, would ever matter to him. He didn’t truly understand its meaning, but the love he held for Aleron was of its purest form in all the world,
They were his. His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive.
His wake was sudden, and it was missing something vital. A wing that would normally be draped over the top of him. Limbs that would normally be threaded around his own. A feathery tail his own lizard one would be coiled around.
“I was brought into this world with him. We always lived it by each other’s side, and we should have left it together!”
“You should have let me die with him,” Ingram whimpered. “You cannot say that to me,” the Witch Owl whispered, her bottom lip trembling. “I know you’re upset, but why must I bear this every time? A mother is not meant to lose her children! No one cares how I feel, having watched two of them die.”
“Aleron was your brother! All the Mavka are your brothers! You all came from me, and yet, when you grow your skulls, you forget who I am to you.”
There was a phrase he’d overheard humans say to each other, as well as Merikh had uttered it to him and his kindred. He’d never truly understood what it meant, why someone would say it, until this very moment. It felt perfect. “Fuck... off,” he rumbled.
“I’m not a fucking boy – I’m a man. One that’s treated you better than anyone else.” “You’re actually a little bitch. I was just trying to be nice.”
What right do I have to cry? I’m not the one suffering.
Ingram had decided Emerie was the most delicate thing in the entire world. Therefore, he must protect her always. From creatures, humans, and even the water that could suffocate her. He would dive into the river and ferociously maim it if it tried to swallow her alive.
His purple sight darkened a little when movement shifted behind his seam as he stared down at her breasts. I want to see the naughty places on her.
“Good! And you better not watch me from the bushes like a freaking creep or I promise I’ll be really, really upset with you.” Ingram winced, since he’d been planning to do exactly that. I take it back. Emerie is mean.
She will not let me see. Will not touch me. He tapped his tail tip against the ground as he thought. Why not? I am pretty, and my horns are small and not imposing. He grumbled to himself. How do I make her do these things?
A sexually curious Duskwalker sounded like a dangerous combination.
She stared at the back of his white raven skull. At least my grim reaper has a pretty face.
The pinkish red means he’s either embarrassed or ashamed. He didn’t show this colour very often, but when combined with his inward-turned body language, he easily gave its meaning away.
White means he’s either scared, wary, or... in pain. She felt terrible when his orbs turned white when he’d been trying to undress her near the lake. She’d given him a fright. Him! A Duskwalker!
I’m out here doing a saint’s work. The gods better smile upon me.
“Really depends on the kid. So, if she is the mother of all Duskwalkers, that means she grew all of you, and you all share her blood. You are related and have a special bond unique to all of you. Brothers are usually your male siblings, and sisters are females.”
“If you were born into this world at the same time, that means he was your twin. That’s probably why your bond with him was so special. Many twins are inseparable and often feel like halves of each other.”
The big Duskwalker wanted to cuddle her like a freaking living teddy bear, and she was unwilling to deny him.
If she had her own pain, Ingram wanted to frighten it away. To be a source of comfort, as she had already been for him – without him needing to ask her to.
Lifting his skull towards the sky to gaze at the stars beginning to sparkle, his orbs turned blue. “He is in the afterworld. But I will find a way to go there and bring him here, so I can see him again like you will see your Gideon person.”
He’d also learned what the word beautiful meant today, and he was pleased he already found something that appeared this way to him. Starting from the centre of her throat, he carefully drew his blunted claw tips up and down behind her ear with the arm she was leaning on. Beautiful, shiny, little female.
“I have been around another female before, and she did not make me feel this way.” Then again... he hadn’t known he had a cock when he met Raewyn, but he didn’t tell Emerie that. “You are... beautiful. I like your face, your scent, and how you are kind to me.”
“Your hair is pretty, and I like how it glows bright orange in the sun like a sunrise. Your eyes look like a frozen lake, yet you look at me with warmth. And when you smile at me... your entire face hurts my chest. I find these things beautiful.”
Ingram was not virtuous – what he was made that impossible – but he was pure in thought and heart. Somewhere in the core of her soul, she craved the utter honesty that was Ingram.
“I do not know what to say to take this pain away from you,” he stated with a dark tenderness. “But I can hold you, as you did for me.”
“You have to be gentle and patient with them. Let them come to you.”
Not when he had his own bigger, brighter, and better colourful butterfly. One who had lost all her own new friends as she crawled over to sit between his legs with her back pressing against the inside of his left knee.
“We will find Aleron his own Emerie,” he decided. Then he nodded, agreeing with himself wholeheartedly. “We will not share you. Not like this.”
“You have not said why,” he argued, leaping to his feet. “I want to touch you, Emerie, and you say no. I want to see, and you say no. Yet, you let me hold you, tend to your wound, sleep by you.”
“I want to know what secrets you keep beneath your clothes. I want to give pleasure like you have for me.”
“I don’t know why, but it tells me that you are aroused. I feel it in my body. It calls to me, and I want it.”
“Then why am I not good enough to be special to you?!” he roared. “I don’t know what I am doing wrong, and you will not tell me so I can fix it.”
“You were such a good boy, Ingram,” she whispered against him, her voice thick and her breaths airy. “You were so patient and gentle. You even grabbed my bag before coming for me.”
“More,” he begged with a twisted snarl, his sight darkening until he thought it would fracture. “Keep doing that.”
“You’ve been so good tonight. So gentle. So patient and obedient.”
“Can you be a good boy and come for me?” How could those two words, good boy, pierce through the fog, and shove him violently into bliss when everything else had been a crawl?
She’d covered herself in his scent, marking herself with it, and it shot a thrill through every fibre of his being. She even fucking smiled up at him, like she was pleased that she’d showered herself in his essence.
I swear... he’s the horniest fucker I’ve ever met.
“Perhaps all your screaming scared them off.” Her jaw dropped, and her face grew blistering hot in embarrassment. “You did not just say that to me!” This time, he burst into laughter as his orbs morphed to bright yellow. “This is fun.” “What? Teasing me when it was probably all your roars that freaked out the entire forest?!”
“I’m not the kind of person to be gentle with another. I have a very low tolerance for human beings in general, which is why I’m with a Duskwalker in the first place. So, Emerie, I’m not going to hold back the truth from you, just as I wouldn’t for anyone else.” Then she raised her arm to shrug, her chin lifting. “You’re so afraid of your own damn feelings that you can’t even talk about them. If that isn’t cowardice, then I don’t know what is.”
“I’m really sorry,” she whispered languidly. “I never meant to hurt you, and that was even before I learned how wonderful you were.”
“That’s a good little butterfly,” he grated around panted, scent-tasting breaths, as he leaned down to lick across her neck. “Flutter for me.”
Giving was just as exciting as receiving, but that may have been because he was stealing her sweet nectar in return.
“I’m sorry you’re being asked to do this, but if it works, there’s nothing in the world I could say or do that would show my appreciation.” She tightened her arms around Emerie’s waist while she plopped her chin on her shoulder. It spurred her into returning it. “I don’t even like hugging people, so this is the best I can do.”
Each tiny stroke around him had him seeing fucking stars. “Please don’t stop,” she demanded in a hoarse, cracking voice. “I need more of you, Ingram.”
