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Dedicated to you, my heartsthread. And to all our fellow monster lovers.
The queen is in foul temper today.”
“Has she any other temper?”
There was something about this one that fascinated him.
And this unique creature was his female. She belonged to him.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, but at least it sounds nice.”
By the Eight, he wasn’t about to eat her, he was about to mate her!
“Oh, thahtz nastee.
Is this punishment because I peed on your precious rug?
“Sure. Laugh it up, spider man. I’ll pee on another one of your rugs. See how you like that,”
She’d said something about an injek shun, about it changing the way her body worked.
“Ketahn, is something wrong?” “Everything,” he said. “Everything but this.”
“Your language is difficult for no reason.”
“You are such a…a…an asshole!” She spun and stalked away from him, toward the trees. “You say I am what poop comes out of?” he growled from behind her. “Yes! Stinky, yucky poop!”
“I’m sorry. Sorry I yelled at you and called you spider man.”
“I have known many happy days. But these last few eightdays have been my most happy.”
“The days I’ve spent with you are my happiest, too.”
“I would see you clad in silk.”
“I will see you clad in my silk.”
“You are mine, Ivy,”
“Now you are mine, my nyleea. My mate.”
“My heartsthread.”
“I just had sex with an alien spider,”
“My nyleea.”
“My luveen.”
Now Ketahn and Ivy were mates, they were bound, they were ensnared by one another.
And whatever is down there, whatever we find…I’ll still have him. That is enough. He will always be enough.
