Captured by the Monsters

by R.L. Caulder

“Give them hell, darling.” A chuckle came from me as I recalled how I told them that if I was ever selected, I’d be such a pain in the ass to the monsters that they’d have no choice but to hand me back over. “I will,” I swore, steel straightening my back as I internalized that thought.

“I refuse to be another woman added to the statistic of sacrifices that never return. My name is Serafina Adler, and I’ll be back.”

The price women paid for breaking their hymen—even by accident—was exile. These women were shipped to the other side of the world and left with no food, water, or shelter, and eventually died. Exiled was a polite way to say death penalty, but everyone in this room with me should have my records.

We realized a vital piece of information that no one ever told us. The monsters wouldn’t kill us—their land would. Well, the monsters may still kill us, but for now, they weren’t the imminent threat.

darkness of death called to me. I stepped into its embrace, unconsciousness washing over me. Even dead, I’d managed to spite these monster bastards.

Well, I thought I had managed to spite them. Turns out, all I did was pass out.

“Tell me what you want with us! Or are you too cowardly to explain yourselves?” A deep chuckle floated through the room, but it wasn’t scary or intimidating. At least not to me. The girls shook even more violently behind me, but I…I found myself intrigued. My body felt like it roared to life, shocked by an electrical surge.

What the hell was going on, and why was my traitorous body turned on in a moment like this? Attempting to clear my brain of this heady feeling, I yelled, “Whatever you are doing to me, I demand that you stop!” It was clearly magic of some kind forcing my body to react this way. “Impossible, beauty.”

“She’s fierce. I believe she will be ours,” a softer voice said, and my heart hammered in my chest at his tone. It was so gentle and soothing. Why did I want that statement to be about me? Fuck, get it together, Sera. You cannot afford to let their powers or whatever the fuck is in the air here distract you from your goal. Get out of here alive.

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

“You bring human women down here to breed?” “Not just to breed, but to love,” the softer voice answered. It shocked me to my core at how genuine he sounded. That wasn’t true, right? It couldn’t be.

My blood boiled, heating rushing to my face as I yelled, “You claim to want to find a woman to love and then shove us around? Learn some fucking manners.” Maybe I shouldn’t be insulting monsters that we knew nothing about, other than the fact that the women sent to them never returned and they wanted to use us as monster breeding machines, but I couldn’t keep the lid on my mouth at this point.

“I knew she would be ours,” the soft voice said as I felt a phantom brush of lips pressed to my shoulder. “Such a beauty,” the second voice said, a reverent tone to his words like he was worshiping me. “All ours,” the deep voice agreed.

But all I could see was darkness now, like I was wrapped up in a cocoon of shadows. That wasn’t what scared me, though—what I felt inside was what truly scared me. I felt euphoric at having this set of shadows to myself. They were mine. Their voices called to me, mentally and physically, with just the few words they had uttered.

“We must protect you, precious.” The rough voice swirled around me, seemingly explaining everything that mattered to them in just five words.

I felt the pull to them like a moth to a flame, and maybe that was the perfect analogy for what this was. Because despite whatever unexplainable draw I felt to them, I knew in the end I would be burned and likely killed.

“You cannot force a match, Azmunch!” one of my shadows yelled, echoing my own inner thoughts Despite the panic that I would soon face the same fate as the other girls if I didn’t get clean air, I couldn’t help but snort out a precious breath at how close to “ass munch” that sounded. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen making me a little loopy, but it was funny.

“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.”

Were they mine? Was that right to say? And what exactly was mine? They weren’t my men… I suppose they were my monsters.

“I could, but why would I? It’s not like I have much to look at besides wisps of shadows,” I sassed, shocking myself at my clear lack of self-preservation.

"Your thighs clenched together at his words, precious,” Axton observed, making me freeze and think if that was true. Had my body involuntarily responded? “Tell me, was that in fear or out of pleasure?” Opening my eyes and seeing swarms of dark tendrils surrounding me like a hug, I snapped back, “Clearly out of fear. Why the hell would any human woman want to be used by your kind?”

“I am to be a monster cum dumpster. That is my fate. Fucking exactly what I had imagined for myself. Couldn’t ask for anything more for my life!” I sarcastically exclaimed. “And why the fuck can’t I even fucking see anything around here?!”

“Such a foul mouth. I can’t wait to see what other sinful things you can do with it,” Rowen teased, making me narrow my eyes in defiance. “Fuck you,” I seethed. “Yes, please,” he purred.

“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. Throwing my hands in the air, I shrieked, “I do NOT want to be called that!”

“I will give you whatever you want, precious. Just say the words.” My first response should have been that I wanted to go the fuck home, but instead what popped into my head was wanting to know how the hell they’d ever be able to physically touch me. And, suddenly, I realized no part of me feared them.

My lovely mate opened her mouth to answer, but quickly slammed it shut. A pink tint blossomed across her skin, marking her varied emotions. Confusion, arousal, hesitation, and trepidation—but not of us. Curious that.

A wry smile curled my lip. She was our perfect match; the one to whom the crystal called. The cum dumpster to our monster needs, as she so eloquently put it.

“She is mouthy,” Rowen pointed out in delight. “She is perfect,” I reiterated, and Sylan hummed in agreement. “We need to mark her, though. I would wish to give her time to further accept this, but between the other Specters and our environment, we don’t have that luxury.” “Fuck the other Specters,” Rowen snarled. “She’s our mate, and we will destroy any that try to touch her.”

It was very important to me that this brave woman not fear our coupling. While we intended to breed eventually, her body was a vessel for us to worship—her every pleasure ours. We lived to serve her.

She didn’t fear us, but she feared mating? I whispered this to Sylan and Rowen in our language. “She is a virgin,” Sylan stated, speaking in our tongue once more. “You’re doing it again,” Sera cut in, a deep scowl on her beautiful face. “We’re discussing your dread of mating and concluded it must be because you’re a virgin,” Rowen told her bluntly. Sera’s jaw dropped open.

“What? No! That’s not it!” she spluttered, and something feral formed inside of me at her announcement. “You’re not a virgin?” I demanded in a low, dangerous voice. I’d go to The Above as soon as I’d materialized enough and rip out the heart of whoever dared touch our precious mate. I knew that no one else was anywhere near worthy of being graced with that piece of her.

“Of course I’m a virgin!” Sera spat vehemently. “The Selected have no choice! Everything is taken from us—our freedom, our right to choose, to fall in love, form a family…” She trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes. “Everything,” she repeated in a sad whisper, making my savage inner beast die down. “I’m not afraid of you, but I-I don’t want to give you that last piece of me. Everything has been taken from me—I should choose who gets that most special part,” she ended, her voice cracking as tears spilled down her smooth skin.

“Then I choose when to give my V-Card,” she declared triumphantly, her sniffles subsiding as she wiped her eyes. “V-Card?” Sylan echoed. “My virginity,” she clarified, her head tilted up with determination. Rowen groaned, but Sylan and I nodded in understanding. So much had been stolen from my beautiful mate; the least we could do is give her a semblance of control.

“Your ‘V-Card’ is yours to give—but we must mark you. It is vital for your survival.”

“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.” Sylan stifled a laugh at the absurdity of it, but I couldn’t say I didn’t love the thought of our mate naked, coated in a layer of our cum.

Rowen solidified a pair of dark lips that were tipped up in a wicked grin. Next to him, Sylan chose his tongue to make corporeal, and I kept my claw-tipped finger, but channeled enough of the energy to make the claws retractable like they normally would be in our full form. These little pieces were all we could maintain for now since we’d used much of our energy to fight off other Specters, but it would be enough to mark Sera and give her the pleasure she deserved.

Using the sharp tip of my claw I shredded the fabric from her soft body. I despised human clothing, meant to conceal the perfection of the woman before me. We would dress her in silk spun from the mists of our land—delicate and lucent, exactly what our queen should wear. Forever on display for our greedy eyes.

Sylan assured, his soft voice and scent telling me who he was. He smelled like campfire and home, a poignant combination that brought tears to my eyes. He somehow miraculously smelled like my mom’s favorite candle that mimicked an autumn night.

Axton added, his deep voice soothing me. He smelled inexplicably like aftershave and cigars. Did monsters wear cologne and smoke?

Rowen’s unique scent of birch and eucalyptus, making me wonder if they had natural growth in this desolate place. How would anything grow without sunlight?

Feeling like a sleepy, naughty kitten, I decided to bait my monster, sticking out my tongue for more meat. Why was I being so playful with him like we were lovers who knew each other, mentally and physically? The answer scared me. It felt natural to be this way with them,

“Stop it,” Axton scolded lightly. “Make me,” I taunted back, and I heard him suck in a breath. From nearby, Rowen’s lips curved into a smile of acceptance at my challenge. Fuck. Maybe baiting them wasn’t the smartest move. “With pleasure,” Rowen purred as Axton moved away, taking the food.

“Are you still hungry?” I nodded slowly, feeling like his question might be a trick. “Come taste what I have for you,” he enticed, his cheeky tone sparking my defiance. As if he thought I’d back down with ease.

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 opened my mouth to take more of Rowen’s cock, before feeling the weight of all three of their stares despite not being able to see their eyes. Instantly, I shrank back, uncertain. Maybe I was doing something wrong…maybe I wasn’t supposed to initiate contact?

“I’m sorry,” I apologized irrationally, making Rowen’s lips turn down into a frown. “Why?” he wondered. “I-I don’t know. I feel like I did something wrong—” Axton floated over to put a finger to my lips. “Never apologize. We belong to you, just as you belong to us.”

I wasn’t theirs, but some crazy part of me enjoyed the thought...

“And we definitely want you to explore,” Rowen hinted blatantly, his cock bouncing in anticipation. If I could see past the shadows obscuring his features, I’d bet he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

The scent of campfire and cologne filled my nostrils as Sylan sauntered over, his cock very much present, and I realized he’d granted my unspoken wish. All I wondered now was if all monster cum tasted the same. What had gotten into me? I wasn’t thinking straight at all anymore.

A smirk graced her face as she mumbled, “I’d ask if that is a weapon in your pants or if you’re just happy to see me, but I think the answer is abundantly clear.” I didn’t have pants on, so her joke was lost on me. It must have been a phrase from The Above that went over my head. She laughed softly to herself, seemingly proud of her joke as she softly padded over to me.