Captured by the Monsters

by R.L. Caulder

“Did you want help with that, or did you just want to helicopter it around for us to see?” My chest rumbled with confusion as I growled lightly, “I do not understand these phrases you use, and it makes me want to listen to you speak for days on end until I know everything in that beautiful mind of yours.”

Unbeknownst to her, I had already decided it was my sole mission to pry open her heart to me. I wanted to know her desires, her fears, her secrets. I needed to know every inch of her like I needed to breathe.

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

“Such a good girl, letting us learn your body,” I murmured as she instinctively spread her legs for me at my praise.

“You taste so fucking good, beauty.” Her back arched at my words as she asked a bit breathlessly, “How good? It can’t be anywhere near as good as Rowen tasted.”

Little minx. Mentioning my brother’s cock made me want to shove my own into her luscious mouth and have her taste my seed. It wasn’t that I had a problem sharing her with them, but fuck, how could she think about anyone other than me while my tongue was buried in her glistening pussy? I suppose I wasn’t doing enough to hold her attention. I’d have to fix that. She laughed as I quickly sank my tongue back into her with tenacity, like that had been her plan to spur me on.

To my surprise, she leaned up and reached out with her hand like she was going to caress my face. “I saw your face for a moment. It’s like you flashed into existence for the briefest of moments.” Shame swirled within my chest. I knew we would not be what she was attracted to after living amongst humans her entire life and then being told we were savages to fear.

“Don’t you dare shrink away from me like I’m going to hurt you.” As the words left her lips, I saw my own shock reflected in her face, like she had surprised herself with the depth of her meaning.

“I apologize, but I had assumed you wouldn’t like what you saw and that you wouldn’t want me near you. It is easy for you to imagine us however you wish, with the shadows obscuring much of us, but to see our face takes away that, confirming the monsters we are to your kind.”

“If I didn’t like what I saw or if I was scared”—she paused before grabbing as much of my cock as her hand could hold and pulling it up until the top was at her lips—“would I be doing this?”

“I take back my earlier words. You taste better than Rowen.” Mischief flashed in her eyes as the man in question shouted his displeasure at her conclusion, but I grinned so damn hard my face hurt. She hadn’t rebuffed me. She hadn’t fled in terror. “Don’t worry, precious, you’re saving the best for last,” Axton goaded. I flipped him off, not that he could see it. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

I lost track of time as I learned all of my monsters’ cocks, and yeah, there was no way I could pretend like they weren’t mine anymore while I was here. Which was fine, right? They’d keep me safe while I was stuck down here with them, and I’d get orgasms out of it. Sounded like a win-win situation for me.

“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. I hummed my appreciation for his dirty praise, and it caused his cock to thrust into my throat again like I was revving him right back up for round two. Oops?

Axton growled deeply like a feral animal, and I stopped to ponder how I knew it was his growl without a second thought. “What’s wrong, sunshine?” I asked, smirking at the nickname for the grumbly monster. It fit.

I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance and groaned at the primal dominance these men displayed around me. It was hot as hell, but it was also concerning that I found it hot. It should have been red flags galore, because hello, I wasn’t going to stay here with them forever.

“Lay with me?” Damnit, Sera. Boundaries with the monsters. Cuddling with them on top of letting them take care of literally all of your needs is probably not the best way to keep your emotions separate.

“Sylan?” Closing my eyes, I felt his presence in front of me before he answered. “Yes, beauty?” “I have a lot of questions, and call me crazy, but you seem like the one to provide these answers to me,” I stated, breaking off to yawn. His deep chuckle floated through the air, and I cracked an eye open to see where he was.

He chuckled, confirming that he had indeed been watching me. Bastard.

It was clear Axton was the leader of the group, and Sylan was the logical, more emotionally adept one. Rowen… Well, with his banter and forwardness, I’d say he was the one that used humor and physical contact to keep a wall up. He provided lighthearted jokes, but it seemed to me like an armor of sorts.

I wouldn’t just go home to my family like a lost puppy when I finally had the chance. No, I would set the fucking record straight with how the life we were forced to endure was a sham.

What if she was like the other human women and just hiding it well? What if she took her life? What if she fled from us? How would we go on when Sylan and Axton were already enamored with her?

So long I’d almost forgotten what our kind looked like. A light smirk tipped my lips as I recalled our true forms. Humans called us ‘monsters’—and for good reason. We were. But not the monsters Sera thought. Our outside forms might be terrifying, but we were no different from humans. We craved the same things—love, security, and a home.

“I don't want to go until Sera’s fully marked. It’s too dangerous to go before then, and you know that.” Shit, I hadn’t even thought of that. How could I have forgotten? That complicated things greatly. I snorted. “We don't even know if it will happen.” “It’ll happen,” Sylan urged. “Her body craves ours. She needs our touch, and she needs our love.” I felt like the last part was directed more to me, but I held my smart remark back.

“Rowen’s right. We don’t have the time to woo her like she wants—like we want. So what do we do?” “Obviously we won’t be forcing her,” Sylan scoffed. “This is her heart—her trust in us—that’s on the line. We cannot abuse that when we’ve given her this promise. Even if she says yes right now, it’d be the ‘yes’ of her body, not the ‘yes’ of her heart, and that’s what we want.”

Instantly, my mind fixated on the fact that I’d just called three monsters “my mates” with ease. I’d only spent one day with them and already was calling them mine multiple times over. This did not bode well for me.

“Is somebody going to feed me? I mean, do you guys eat something other than my orgasms?” Sylan immediately moved to my side. “Of course we will get you some food, beauty. Do you have anything in mind?”

Axton cocked his head as if to say he had something for me for breakfast. I could easily guess what it was. Grinning wickedly at him, I asked, “Something other than monster dick?”

“Looking for something, Sera?” Rowen purred behind Sylan and me, and I tossed a scowl toward him over my right shoulder. Insufferable, nosy man. I was irritated at his question…mostly because he was right—I was looking for something. A discreet exit. “Just trying to look at my new home. I mean, it’s mine too, right?” “Anything of ours is yours,” Sylan reassured with a soothing tone and my heart almost broke at the ease in which he said such sweet things while I was looking for escape routes.

Who did this? Did they have a cook? A maid? A monstrous butler? Did…Rowen do this? No, that definitely wasn’t an option. It was clear he liked me enough to fuck my mouth, but there was no way he’d cooked food for me.

“The light is a privilege,” Rowen added. “Not everyone can have one—only the Trifectas who have found a mate are allowed to keep one—and the Chosen may keep it only if she has proven herself worthy.”

I decided it was best that Rowen was currently mostly smoke and shadow because I wanted to punch him in the gut for being a dick.

Despite myself and my intentions, I over-exaggeratedly licked my lips and fingers clean, my tongue enticing and beckoning them. Low growls sounded from the three like they were feral beasts who’d come upon their prey. I wanted to be their prey.

“Careful, Sera,” Rowen cautioned, almost mocking. “You're playing with fire. Don’t let your body make a decision your heart’s not into.”

“I’m not afraid of fire,” I taunted with all the sass I could muster. It was like my body and my mind were at war over how I was supposed to act with these monsters. My body undeniably wanted to give in to the urges they inspired within me, yet my mind told me to throw up as many mental blockades as I could muster. A guttural sound came from the amused monster as if I’d just granted him his most secret wish. “Then prepare to get burned, my little gem,” Rowen purred.

The pet name from him had a heating unfurling within me. It insinuated I was precious and beautiful to him. That couldn’t be true, right?

I sensed his eyes locking with mine, and I wondered whose side he’d pick. For the most part, Sylan seemed on my side, but something told me he was happy to watch me go up in flames this way, not that I blamed him.

He was right—playing with fire might get me burned, but I was taking them down with me. Spreading my legs wide, I let Rowen’s shadowy form slip between them.

“What’s wrong?” “Nothing, a little cramp,” I admitted, trying not to pout that our sexy time was halted. “It’s gone now. Where were we? Oh, yes, I was about to get burned—” My words were cut off as another spasm of pain rocked my body, causing me to groan in agony and my eyes fluttered shut. “Sera!” all three men shouted at the same time.

“So how do they live?” I asked fearfully with wide eyes. What happened to someone who couldn’t eat? They died. What Axton murmured in my ear nearly had me choking on my spit. “Off their mates’…cum.” Holy shit. No wonder the stuff tasted like decadent desserts—it was meant to sustain me.

They groaned, and I briefly wondered if it was a new sensation for them or something they’d enjoyed before I became their mate. An unreasonable jealousy exploded in my head before quickly rushing down to my arms and legs, creating a sizzling path of fiery resentment inside of me. I didn’t want to share these men—not even with one another. For some illogical reason, I desired them only for myself.

A bead of precum pooled at the top of Axton’s dick, and I swooped in to lick it up, curious at the flavor. A groan echoed around the dining room area, and I realized it was me. Chocolate.

I was officially screwed. The three of them tasted like marshmallows, cinnamon rolls, and chocolate. Like a woman possessed, I went down on Axton like his jizz would be my last meal. I needed more. That little drop had set off a primal urge to take more of their cum into me.

I swallowed it greedily, moaning at what tasted like melted chocolate—sweet with a hint of salty. His grip on my hair loosened, but I didn’t stop sucking the head of his dick, aggressively milking every last drop of him as he praised me. “That’s right, precious. Lick up every drop.” Moaning, I did as he said until there was without a doubt nothing left.

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. It seemed everywhere I turned in this land, I found some hidden treasure. “Your eyes!” I breathed in wonder, a ball of excitement gathering within me at being one step closer to seeing their true forms.

All three men stared at me with identical expressions of awe, as if they were seeing the sun for the first time. I realized I was their sun—their light—which is what they’d been trying to explain to me.

“You’re even more beautiful than before,” Sylan murmured, and I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. “Could you not see me clearly before?” “Yes, but it was muted,” Axton explained. “All the colors before were dulled. Seeing you now in full color… There are no words. You’re the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.”

Nibbling my lip, I decided it was best not to confront him as I had planned. I suddenly felt exposed and didn’t want to address my emotions—it was healthier to box that shit up, right? But Rowen wasn’t having any of that.

I feigned ignorance—which is supposed to be bliss, but felt uncomfortable as fuck instead.

“I was jealous at the thought of you all touching one another or someone else before me. I’m sorry.” Sylan’s silver-sparked eyes bore into mine, radiating compassion and understanding. “You don’t have to apologize for how you feel, Sera. Does it make you feel any better to know we have not touched one another—or anyone else, for that matter? We have been waiting for our mate—and we only want you.”

“We enjoyed it because you seemed to be enjoying it. Your pleasure brings us more fulfillment than you can imagine. And for the record—I love this possessive side of you, precious.”