Captured by the Monsters

by R.L. Caulder

I’d always hated the color pink. However, as I grew up and opened my eyes to societal expectations, I realized it wasn’t the color I hated. It was everything that accompanied the stereotype of a female saying they liked pink. That it made us girly, housemakers, and one day mothers. It was “femininity” personified in a color, and I fucking hated it. I hated being boxed into an image that didn’t fit me. I hated being told that I would be an incredible mother and wife one day, even though I was as single as it got. Couldn’t I be more than that? Or was I not enough as I was right now?

Forty-eight hours until I would no longer be eligible to be offered up as a sacrifice to uphold the treaty between The Above and The Below.

So in between eighteen and twenty five you can be sacrificed

“We are each a Trifecta looking for the woman who will be our match and carry our offspring.”

Makes sense since they were on the verge of extinction

“You would slay your brethren?” Azmunch scoffed, acting like he was calling their bluff. My Trifecta responded instantly and with unwavering certainty. “Yes.” “Without a second thought.” “She is ours.”

“I prefer to call you ‘precious,’ but if you prefer ‘cum dumpster,’ who am I to deny your wants and needs?” Axton tossed out, sounding way too serious for me to be able to discern whether he was joking or not.

“Ah, so you can just jizz all over me and rub it into my skin like lotion and I’m supposed to what…thank you for your kind generosity?” she quipped. “Such a foul mouth,” Rowen muttered, more to himself, “and that’s exactly what we need to do if you don’t wish to go further.”

My curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned forward to taste the glistening drop of cum. Surprised at the sweet flavor, I lapped at the slit for more. It tasted like…marshmallows! I had only heard of human jizz being salty, and I kind of felt bad for all the human women missing out on this much more enjoyable version of cum.

“I don’t just want to immerse myself in your body, Sera. I want to immerse myself in your heart.”

“Such a good girl, swallowing all of my seed,” Sylan whispered as his cock twitched one last time and the cinnamon roll flavored cum continued to roll down my throat.

Its straight up desserts

I was officially screwed. The three of them tasted like marshmallows, cinnamon rolls, and chocolate.

Rowen’s were bronze, while Sylan’s were silver, and Axton’s were gold. Three of the most precious metals known to mankind resided in their ocular depths.

In The Above, sex was a very private matter that was only meant for a bedroom. And only at night, when you could draw the curtains and turn off the lights. No prying eyes could see you, and you couldn’t offend anyone with the dirtiness that you were engaging in. But it seemed as if the Specters embraced sexuality. It was normal, a part of who they were—who I am—and nothing to be ashamed of. I felt like The Above had much to learn from these monsters.

As Sylan worked his way back up to my ear, his whispered words caused my breath to catch. “I’m not going to fuck you, beauty.” I wanted to whip my head around and demand to know why, but before I could, he clarified. “I’m going to make love to you.”

“I don’t know about humans as a whole, but there is one in particular who’s pretty amazing. She has a smile that lights up a room and is the most beautiful creature in all the lands. Her heart far outshines any of our kind.”

Humans were a social species, and we would never want her to feel trapped or controlled. The only thing that we were controlling over was how many orgasms she’d have.

Heroes to me aren’t special people who have superpowers. Heroes are the people who just choose to do the right thing, not expecting a reward in return. They make their choices because they wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing that there was something they could’ve done to help and hadn’t acted upon it.