by Bob Dattolo
“I can’t say. I just know that she made me an offer.”
The table was quiet for a moment before Leticia cleared her throat. “All right, my question is, what the fuck is up with your fucking language?”
That made me smile. “I’m not sure what you mean?”
“You don’t curse? Not that we’re all dropping f-bombs or something, but I see your reaction? It’s like you never heard them before?”
Another sip of drink. “Sort of but not really? My parents were really, really hard on us that way. We were punished for pretty much everything. Eating too much. Talking too loudly. Not being in bed on time. Not waking up on time. Not reading the bible enough. Masturbation. Cursing was a huge no-no for them, so I’ve literally never said most of them. Even saying God was frowned upon, although I’m not sure I get that one. We were religious, but they really didn’t like that one.”
“I’ve heard you say that, though?”
Blushing, I shrugged. “Coming out of my shell, maybe? I’m not sure what to say there.”
“Okay then, repeat after me…” She smiled through the entire thing and made me repeat every word. By the end, my face was beet red, but I was laughing as well.
“Really? Shitballs?”
“I was running out of options! Plus, you did say it, so that counts.”
“Well, yeah. Thank you for that.”
When the laughter stopped, everyone looked at Tom. He squinted one more time, “Why did you run away and try to kill yourself?”
Oh…crap. Yeah, not what I was expecting, but I guess it had to come up. It’s not like I haven’t told them a bunch of it, just not everything.
“Uhh, well, one of my younger brothers fell…” I walked them through what happened but didn’t expand on why my parents were killing everyone, then up to getting to the factory and the FBI finding me. “They’d been monitoring my parents since everyone came out and caught me leaving on camera. Once they had me, they had probable cause to enter. And then it fell apart. 31 dead agents and six dead siblings, and here I am. My parents are still on the run somewhere.”
That got me stunned looks until the food arrived. It smelled even better in person.
“So…time to eat?” Most of them did a little body shake, as if what I told them was that much of a stunner.
“Damn…more insanity.” Leticia gave me an odd look.
“Another question?”
She spared a glance for the rest of the table. “Why…why aren’t you more broken up over everything? Your brothers and sisters have been dead for, what, a few days?”
Nodding, I sorted my plates. “Odd, right? Part of it is that my parents frowned on us getting to know each other. The older kids were required to take care of the younger ones, but that is not the same as getting to know them. We never played with them. We weren’t allowed. We didn’t sing together or dance or make up things to do. None of that. We didn’t make them food because we wanted to, we made it because we had to and my parents didn’t cook for us most of the time. We were property at best. They set us up so that we were at odds with each other, too. Telling on each other was a favorite pastime. Every rule that was broken that someone else saw was reported instantly, and the punishment was extreme. You don’t open yourself up to people in situations like that, you know? We were prisoners in the same prison, but we weren’t even cellmates. It was more like competing gangs. The other part, though, is that I pretty much said good-bye to them before I left and then on my run out of there. I didn’t expect to be alive today. Or even a few hours after I left. Combine the two of those together, and I miss what could have been. What should have been. But not what was. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but like I said, my not even 20 minutes with a fey of incalculable power was more loving attention than I got at home in 16 years. I’m not even exaggerating. And I wouldn’t even call it 20 minutes. It was maybe 10 minutes. Probably less.”
“God damn them to hell; I hope the FBI catches them soon!” Armand’s response mirrored my thoughts exactly.
The mood started heading downhill a little until I tasted the food. “Damn, this is fantastic!” Leticia laughed and snorted soda out her nose, which got everyone else to laugh. Thankfully, she missed the table. “See? I can learn!”
That broke the ice and we moved into a fantastic dinner, complete with normal conversation that didn’t delve into the inner workings of my mind.
At the end of dinner, when we asked for the check to be split up, the waitress smiled. “Don’t worry, your meal has been taken care of.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Tom asked.
“It’s been taken care of? Including tip.”
“Who paid it?” He asked what we were all wondering.
She checked her pad. “We received a call from a Ms. Rasphael? She paid for everything for you and wanted me to tell Ceri to have fun tonight.”
I meant what I said earlier. I’d kill everyone within a mile of here. Including my new friends. Balanced? No, not really, but I’d still do it.
Chapter 12
After dinner, we went to a local mall and walked around. We’re more heavily weighted towards girls, but we didn’t do much shopping. We did talk more, and I learned that, true to what I’d been told to begin with, everyone in our dozenal is from money. And a lot of it. Granted, I apparently received a lot from my parents, but these kids are something else. Not that they flaunted it at all. We spent a few hours wandering from store to store, grazing on pretzels and popcorn and churros, and it quickly moved into one of the best experiences of my life that didn’t involve orgasms. So many firsts in the past week!
We headed back to our dorms around eight and decided to watch a movie in our lounge. They texted the folks that stayed back and most were game for the movie, so we brought in some drinks and snacks and met everyone but Zach. He’s still with his date wherever they decided to go.
“How was dinner?” Carl asked, looking at me.
“Fantastic. The best food I’ve ever eaten that wasn’t served here.”
“Seriously?”
“Completely serious.”
“Damn. That’s messed up!”
“You don’t know the half of it!” Tom patted him on the back. “Movie time?”
We settled into the huge couches and I was squashed in between Rachel and Nick. Not that we were that close, but it was comfy. As a general rule, shifters like to be close, even those that aren’t pack animals.
Once they found out I’ve never seen any of the Marvel movies, they decided I had to watch the whole Avengers arc, whatever that is, so we were starting with the stand-alone movies that came out first. Frankly, I get the feeling catching up is going to take a while.
The movie passed quickly and, I have to admit, it was pretty good. Not as good as feeling Rachel draw patterns on my arm or watching Tom trailing his fingers across Steph, but still good.
As the credits rolled, I glanced at Rachel, only to find her staring at me intently. Not at my face. At my neck.
“Are you hungry again?” The thought of her feeding made me wet.
She nodded, biting her lip. “Uhh, yeah? I’m sorry I’m staring at you. I can go find someone to feed from.”
I clasped her hand where it was touching me as the room went quiet. “You don’t have to do that. Why don’t you feed on me again?”
She looked shocked. “What? I can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“You’re a mage! I can’t feed again for another month!”
That made me laugh. “Yeah, no, I don’t think so. I healed having my stomach torn open in like no time. I’m pretty sure I’m more resilient than most mages.”
Tom scoffed. “Most mages? Try most shifters. You heal more like a vampire. If not possibly quicker. I can’t even figure out how quickly you healed the broken bones in your face. That was definitely quicker than a vampire!”
“See? Even Tom agrees. Why not feed from me?”
“You’d let me do that?”
I got even wetter as the thought turned me on something fierce. “Let you? I’m asking.”
Steph grabbed her free hand. “Come on, let’s head back to our room. I think Ceri’s going to want to lose some clothes for this.”
Oh…yeah, that thought is wonderful. My panties were soaked when I stood, and I knew every shifter in the room could smell me. “I like the thought of that. A lot.”
My huge roommate waved towards the others. “Do you mind if everyone comes?”
I could etch diamonds with my nipples right about now, so I just smiled around at everyone. “Everyone comes? I like the thought of that even more.”
I couldn’t quite believe as everyone followed me back to our room. Am I really going to do this? Just a day and a half ago, the thought of being naked around anyone at all was anathema to me, yet I’m leading a group of 10 people to my room?
On the surface, I should be screaming inside at what’s going to happen. The reality though, is that a tiny, fading part of me is screaming, while a larger part is wondering just where things can go.
By the time the door closed and I turned around, Steph was already topless. The little part of me that was screaming, fizzled, and faded entirely. I may not be a lesbian, but dang, that’s sexy.
For her part, Rachel was still staring at my neck as she walked forward slowly, shirt held in her hands. I took it from her and threw it onto my chair, then followed it with my own. I need to do this. For me. It’s an even larger kick in the face to the lies my parents told me. That, plus I’ve come to find that I really, really, really like orgasms. Probably more than I should, but I’ll let time prove that to me. You have to reach rock bottom at some point, right?
Before I knew it, I was surrounded by naked people that I’d just met the day before. Granted, the same thing pretty much happened not even 24 hours prior, but still, it’s a strange and wonderful experience. So many hard…cocks, to use a word I’ve never said out loud. Wetness started dripping down my thighs as Rachel stepped into me. I expected her to bite me, but she kissed me instead, shocking me in a pleasant way. She’s an excellent kisser, and her wandering fingers made me moan as she nudged me back towards my bed. “Why don’t you lay down? This time I get to make you cum.”
I settled back on my bed, legs hanging off the side as she kneeled down next to me and pushed me back so that I was laying down. “You won’t be able to sit up for this.”
A few more hands came in and touched me lightly and I inexplicably had Tom’s raging hard-on in my hand and didn’t even realize it. Oh man, something tells me…as soon as her teeth slid in, I was in heaven. She took the tiniest of suckles at my neck, but I was wracked with a series of orgasms that didn’t seem to want to stop. She rubbed my clit at the same time and I think someone else slid fingers into me, and it made me scream more, especially when I realized Nick was sucking on one of my nipples. It took effort to see through the feelings tearing through me and the nearly overwhelming feeling in my stomach as my magic does whatever it does, but my eyes landed on Tom and I knew I had to have him if he was willing.
“Please?” I’m sure it barely made sense to him, because the look he gave me was confused at best. I tried again. “Please?!” Tugging him towards me seemed to do it, because he moved to the end of the bed and held my spread legs.
“Are you sure?”
Rachel suckled again and I moaned out, “Oh God, do it!” He was holding my legs out, but he moved up and down my opening, telling me someone else was moving him. I came hard feeling him move across me, then again when the tip slid into me. “Oh God, please fuck me!”
I was so wet and ready that he slid into me without delay, filling me for the first time ever, and sending crashing waves of pure pleasure through my body that centered on my stomach, where my magic was going insane. He began sliding in and out of me, slowly at first, but I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want easy. Between the fangs in my neck and the mouth on my breast and the hard cock, I was in heaven. The only thing that could make this moment better would be… I grabbed Christine from where she was watching on the side and tugged her towards me. She didn’t take much prodding until she straddled my face and I got to taste her for the first time.
I’m not sure how I was able to focus enough to do it, but I did. My entire body lit up from toes to eyebrows and everything I thought was a big orgasm before was called a lie as I exploded. My magic went haywire and I felt it pouring out of me as the moans and screams in the room went crazy. Then it was a round robin of feelings as my orgasms continued as Christine shuddered on my face and I felt Tom hesitate before plunging into me as cum filled me.
I would have thought I’d have stopped then. But I didn’t. I had to continue the feeling as much as possible.
That’s okay, though, because Carl was up at bat next, just as soon as Steph was done licking me clean.
Four hours later, our two beds were covered with exhausted classmates. They had blissful smiles on their faces, and most were sticky in more than a few places. Seeing everyone zoned out on sex made me giggle. “That was fucking awesome!”
Leticia smacked my stomach from where she was resting against my thighs. “That’s my girl! Now you’re getting into things!”
More of the group laughed at that, then grumbled as I slid out of bed. “Time for a shower?” One by one, they dragged themselves out of bed and we washed up. I felt good. It seemed odd to think that, but I do. I should feel like a slut because I had sex with five different guys and five different girls, but I didn’t. I felt satisfied. Satisfied and a little sad that Zach hadn’t been there. Seeing the contented smiles on everyone’s face made me happy that I decided to go to school instead of killing myself. I was given the opportunity to have good food, which I’ve had, and to make friends. I’d like to think that I’m making inroads into that, although I wouldn’t want it to be based on sex.
Not that I’d say no to it, but I wouldn’t want that to be all of it. We parted with some kisses, which I enjoyed, and returned to our rooms for sleep. I was more than happy to have Steph slide in behind me when I patted my bed. She seemed to want the company, as did I. It’s probably wrong of me to want the comforting arms of someone larger than I am. I know she’s not here for protection, but she’s like a huge body pillow, so sue me for taking comfort from that. I’ll take it any way I can get it.
When I woke, I realized I never even noticed falling asleep. Just like the day before, Steph was pressed up behind me and her arm was over me, holding me tight. Unlike the day before, I didn’t immediately start touching myself, instead, I dove into everything that happened since coming to this madhouse.
Have you ever stopped and looked back at your life and wondered just how in the world you got from point A to point B? When you’re at point A and you have the rules or guidelines about your life in mind, you can envision your path forward. Or most people can. I surely could. Prior to washing my brother’s blood off, I knew that this weekend was slaughtering time for one of the cows and two of the chickens. By this point in the morning, the chickens would have been dead and bleeding out and the cow would more than likely have been in the butchering stall.
Now, instead of being liberally splashed with animal blood, I’m naked in bed with my equally naked roommate. Based on how I was raised, both of those things would be cause for me to go to hell. That’s not taking into account all the sex in our room not even 12 hours ago. Granted, that thought makes me wet again, but seriously, point A to point B based on where A started just doesn’t make sense.
Yet the portion of my brain that keeps screaming at me for all of the evil things I’m doing is getting tinier. Tinier and farther away and it has a sore throat. When I walked into this room for the first time, seeing Steph take her shirt off made me want to curl up in a ball and whip myself until I was bloody to repent for the sin of seeing her. Now, feeling her boobs against my back…well, I still sort of want to curl up in a ball, but that urge is fading hard and fast. I feel like the last two da
ys have really been a gateway to a different life. A different world. Starting with stripping away my clothes at the urging of the girls, that moment became the starting blocks for somewhat accepting the fact that I’m not who and what I always thought I was.
Not even remotely.
I’m not a normal human, struggling to stay pure so that I can ascend into heaven. In fact, everything I’m being told now indicates that what my parents brought me up to believe is pretty much all a lie. Then again, that’s assuming I can trust the people I’ve spoken with? I trusted my parents, and they lied to me. Do I trust outright strangers? Granted, the strangers may also be lying to me, but at least I don’t know for a fact that they plan on killing me soon. That doesn’t make them trustworthy, necessarily, but it does put them ahead of my parents that way. Pretty far ahead.
So now I’m at point B. I kind of like it here. As messed up in the head and as confused as I am, I like it. I have the start of friendships with my dozenal. Sure, I may have created enemies with some others in the school, but it’s not like I went out and hunted for them. They all came after me. Hell, I probably would have fixed Corey when Lacie asked me to. Or, well, demanded that I fix him.
The funniest part, or not so funny, is that while I’m worried about their responses, I’m not really worried. Not like I should be. I have no idea how I’ve done any of the things that I’ve done so far. I don’t know how to absorb power, it just sort of happens. I don’t know how to shoot black beams out of my hands. Okay, I can slam someone on a table and stab them with cutlery, that doesn’t require any particular skill, although I don’t know how I’m able to do those things against a shifter that should be able to overpower me without really trying.
My life, my world, is changing. I thought I was safely moored at the docks of my world, only to find out the docks were made up of lies and weren’t anchored to the shore or even the sea floor. I’m adrift in a sea of craziness all around me and it’s up to me to crest each wave as it comes and find a real harbor to anchor in.