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To all the male queer MonsterFuckers out there, this book is for you. My Duskwalkers love everyone, no matter their gender. So come enjoy their touch, their sweet words, and let this loving monster show you what it means to be adored unconditionally... while also getting railed hard and fast within an inch of your life. I know you’ve all been hoping for this book.
They had once been two inseparable souls, their shadows constantly overlapping and entwining. One being split into two. A unit, defined not by their different exteriors, but by their collective desires. They had been able to read each other’s thoughts, as though they shared a single conscience. Their hopes, their dreams, their wants, and fears had been exactly the same.
The missing piece of himself, his other half, now stood before him, yet they felt miles and decades apart.
He was put off by it, by her. Why does she get to go back with Ingram, and I cannot?
She was very kind to me.
She said they will be waiting for me.
Ingram was obviously obsessed with the little female, considering he constantly tried to touch her with his intangible form. He’d huff with annoyance, and just hover his palm around any part of her he could.
He did have a nice, deep voice when he spoke, Aleron decided. It was the most enjoyable quality of the male so far.
Instead, he crouched to be at the same level and leaned forward, and Aleron mimicked the action. They pretended to nuzzle skulls.
“We will try to figure out a way to bring you back to the living world,” Ingram stated quietly. “If Emerie can come back, there must be a way for you as well.”
“I will do the same from here,” Aleron answered, his voice more guttural in comparison to Ingram’s – likely due to still being in his monstrous form. “Then I will not stop until I find you.”
His heart gouged in loss, in heartache, as his sight turned blue with sorrow. A whine broke from his chest. Come back. He didn’t want to be... abandoned again.
“I’m just glad I got to see Emerie, and know that she’s happy, safe, and has someone who will love her. It’s more reassurance than anyone else here in the afterlife would get. Does that make sense?”
The initial introduction to them all meant little to Aleron, so long as Gideon retained everything else – which was much more important. For example, when he’d called Mavka caring, or when they’d shaken hands in their human custom of greeting. That was all this human needed, because Aleron understood it would be what kept him as his companion. Without it, he’d be alone in this world again. I must not let him forget... me.
“You saved her life by sacrificing your own? Is this not a good thing to do? I would have done this for my kindred.”
He’d made his first real human companion, and he was excited the male had made the offer himself! He wasn’t afraid of Aleron, nor did he seem deterred by their differences.
He let me hold him. Hehe! Bright yellow filled his vision as he swayed his head, rather pleased about all this. He even let me put my wings around him. And he hadn’t seemed to mind Aleron staring at him the entire time they had been encased in the feathery blanket. I made a friend here. One that wants me to join him on his adventure.
I also find his eyes... pretty. They were such a light, but intense green that they seemed piercing each time they briefly flicked to him. He liked them the most, although his deep voice did tingle his ear holes.
Until now, Aleron didn’t know it was possible to be both offended and complimented at the same time.
“So your love for your brother held you back and kept you on the ground?”
Aleron radiated magnificence.
“I do not care about the gender of my partner, only that they make me feel warm here.” He pointed to his chest, to the place Ingram had told him his desired partner should move him.
“You do this for me, and I would like to touch you in return. But I do not know how to do this. I do not know how or where to touch, which is why I have not done so.”
“I know what I want, little human. I feel it in here.”
He didn’t want anyone to see the deplorable things he was about to do with this Duskwalker, even through a blurry, dream-like haze.
“This feels very good. I would like for you to feel good with me.”
“My heart is telling me to hold you,” Aleron softly stated in return, nuzzling the jaw of his skull against his temple. “My wings are precious to me, but they ached to bring you into their close and protective hold. I have never felt this for anyone but my kindred. It means much to me to feel this for you.”
Still, they were kind of... handsome.
“I do not know where you were before I met you, but I will not let you go,” Aleron stated, his tone holding confidence in his promise. “I will stay by your side, always.”
It’s so easy to make him happy. Gideon almost chuckled. Just saying I trusted him turned him into a big puppy. He was growing fond of this side of Aleron’s personality.
like it.” As if to demonstrate that, the Duskwalker licked at his jaw, making him tense up in surprise. “Do not do this shave thing.”
“That is the Witch Owl,” he explained. “This is how she appears when in human form.” “The Witch Owl?” Aleron spoke of her.
“Really?” Aleron tilted his head, his orbs turning dark yellow. He shined them down at Gideon. “I think you are more so.”
His stomach was rounded, his thighs thick like tree trunks. There were no bones protruding from the outside of his body, and he looked like he’d snap the other Duskwalkers in half with his meaty hands.
“Is it possible for someone to be mean, yet kind at the same time? He did not like us, refused to play with or talk to us, but he would allow us to rest within his ward. He never turned us away, no matter how much we annoyed him or how many times we fought. He even named us.”
“Maybe I’m biased, but I think your skulls are awesome. You Duskwalkers all have this supernatural beauty about you. Especially you, Aleron.”
“I can be your wings, Gideon.” His wings twitched back and forth, and even his tail fluffed and vibrated. “I am glad you see me as special and beautiful. I like this.”
“It is fine. I do not mind if I am creepy, so long as you are not bothered. You are beautiful as well. Pretty for a human.”
“You are all squishy and weak. I do not mind this about you, though.” Humour curled his lips. “Ouch. That cuts deep, Aleron.” “Then perhaps you should not cut yourself on the truth, yes?” “Oooh! You’re getting good at this.”
“It makes me wish to listen and learn, so I can become something you want.”
“I am different to you. You have already shown that you are hesitant and unsure of me. I wish to make you comfortable, so that you will feel the tenderness towards me as I do for you.”
He has been my rock here.
Aleron had turned into a fuzzy moth, ever chasing this human’s handsome, transfixing light. He started cherishing him in ways he utterly didn’t understand, which hurt his chest. He craved expressing them. He wanted to let his instincts take over and lead him as they had his whole life.
Aleron let out a lung seizing whine, as his sight changed to a deep blue. “You asked me to think, but I have already done so. You asked me to initiate, and yet when I do, you tell me to wait.”
“I am doing what feels right to me!” Aleron roared, causing Gideon to recoil in surprise. “I am following my instincts because I do not know how else to be. And this...” He licked across Gideon’s mouth once more, and the roughness of hair and the softness of lips both scraped and soothed his tongue. “This feels good. This is what I want, and I desire to do this with you. I have craved it every second since I last did so.”
He needed to be swift, to stop Gideon from changing his mind.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Weldir stated, stepping back and gesturing towards the exit with a hand. “You both will quit trying to hump each other and leave this special place.”
He wished the spirit of the void would get lost.
I am not alone in these tender feelings.
He reminds me of spring.
