He grabbed the bag of dog food he’d asked Avery to bring when he picked up Tulle. The little dog whimpered and did a cute dance, trying to charm him as he bent to pour her some kibbles. He grinned at her antics and scratched her short, glossy coat.
“There you go girl.” He checked her water dish was full. “All good for now.”
As he made his way back to the bed, he remembered the illusion wall. The latest in underground carpentry, Sid had said, before he disappeared after the burly troll. He went to that wall now and pressed a hand through the place where he’d entered earlier. It slipped through as if it penetrated water.
They had to be behind there, he figured. Where else could they have gone? They had to leave for the island at nightfall. No way they’d go without him.
So maybe they’re in there getting it on, he thought, a pang of jealousy souring his stomach. So what? He shrugged and clenched his jaw. Not like he owned the vampire, and it sounded like Sid got around anyway. Besides, that was par for the course in monsterland, from what Warren gathered. So I shouldn’t be precious about this …whatever this is.
But, still, he needed to know what was going on, when they planned on leaving. They should form some sort of strategy. So, with a determined lift of chin he moved forward.
And slammed right into solid plaster. “Ouch! Sonofa—”
“A little to the left!” Sid called out. “The wall tends to float a bit. My carpenter had terribly shaky hands and he was horrid with a level.”
“Thanks,” Warren mumbled, trying again. He was successful this time, slipping through the illusion like a knife through butter.
He peered in the troll’s bedroom. Both monsters were naked, and Sid straddled Avery on the bed. Warren felt that pang of jealousy surface again and his werewolf stirred with it. He tamped it down, soothing his werewolf swiftly this time. This was no time to get into a scrap over a promiscuous vampire.
Still, he couldn’t hold back his tart tongue. “Can’t you creatures keep it in your pants for more than six hours?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the pair.
“Hmph,” Sid said, waving an arm to motion Warren in the room. “This is serious business. He’s got an ether implant set to track us on the island. Get in here, get your clothes off, and help us get it out.”
Warren shook his head as he shed his underwear and obeyed. “So, what, sex cures everything underground?”
Avery propped himself up on an elbow. “Pretty much.”
Sid shrugged. “We monsters aren’t complaining.”
Warren bit back further retort as he crawled onto the bed with them. “So, how do we do this?”
Sid stroked his shoulder. “The implant is deep in his pineal. It’s very tiny. We need to go into his mind as we pleasure him, zone in on it, and purge it from his brain. Follow my lead.”
The vampire smoothed his palms over the troll’s brawny, sculpted chest. He told Warren to service their lover’s cock and listen for Sid’s voice in his thoughts.
The troll mumbled something as he coiled his hand around his stiffening penis. It was an impressive cock. A little on the overly large side for the werewolf’s taste, but he could take it. He molded his grip to the satiny skin and absorbed the feel of muscle growing steely with desire.
Lick his glans and look into his mind. Sid spoke inside his head and his likeness appeared in Warren’s thoughts. He held out a hand for Warren to take.
He flit his wet tongue over the top of the shiny, plump cock. The troll gave a gruff moan and his hips lifted a bit. He lapped at the hole, licking up clear, glistening pre-cum.
While he serviced the troll’s penis, his vampire lover moved up the monster’s massive chest. He raised up on his knees and ran a hand through the troll’s long, dark curls. The troll opened his mouth wide and the vampire slid his long erection between his lover’s lips.
Warren moaned in a mixture of horniness and frustration. He had to split his mind three ways, and it was a definite challenge to give pleasure, watch erotic delight, and focus on probing the troll’s mind.
He laved his tongue beneath the ridge as he watched Sid’s head fall back on his shoulders. The troll dug his big fingers into the vampire’s ass, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper into his mouth. Warren tried to pay attention to how he pleased Sid. He was new to this blow job territory, and he figured it never hurt to learn a few things. He remembered how his former lover’s tongue and mouth had felt around his cock. Applying what he liked and avoiding what he didn’t like, he then gauged the troll’s reactions.
At the same time, he walked through a colorful abyss with Sid. Inside this thought world there was only blackness filled with zipping balls of color.
“Avery shields his mind tightly,” the thoughtform Sid explained. “He’s only allowing us glimpses.” He pointed to the zigzagging streams of color. “Just enough to let us find the implant.”
Then he pointed to something sticking up from the floor of the abyss. It looked like a fat, oversized worm. It’s tail wriggled furiously and it let out a soft squealing.
“There,” the vampire said. “Let’s dig that bitch out. Suck, lick, and fondle. We need to make our boy cum hard.”
The werewolf stretched his lips around the meaty glans and descended. He tasted the sides of the large cock as he did so, swishing his tongue all over the thin, tender skin. The troll growled low in his throat and pumped slowly in and out. He reached between his lover’s legs and fondled his balls, tentatively at first. His lover pushed the lightly furred sac into his hand, indicating enjoyment, so he added greater enthusiasm to his strokes. Erotic experience was different with the troll. It felt less carefree. This creature was a tower of brute strength and power, and the werewolf wasn’t too proud to admit he feared the mountain troll a bit. He got the feeling that sex was always intense with Avery, even when it wasn’t serious business.
He pulled his mouth away from his lover’s cock, pressing his tongue into the fuzzy sac between his legs. He suckled and nipped gently at this tender flesh, making the troll buck and writhe. The vampire had to grip the big monster’s shoulder just to keep his cock anchored and hold on.
“Good job, werewolf,” the vampire whispered, almost breathlessly.
He worked his hand up and down the spit slick, thick shaft while he traced his lover’s perineum with the tip of his tongue. The troll let out a gravelly “Ohhh yesss…” and tilted his ass higher, giving the werewolf better access. He spread his lover’s ass cheeks and teased his crack with a wet caress up and down its length. The troll’s appreciation spurred him on, making him bold in his erotic exploration.
In the thought world, Warren and Sid wrapped their hands around the slimy tail of the ether implant. Together, they pulled.
The werewolf licked all around the troll’s tight, pink asshole, until the opening shone with his spit. His own cock twitched hard as it brushed against his stomach. It’s aching length grew ramrod stiff and craved release.
“Uhhhh,” the troll groaned. “Fuck me with your fingers now, little wolf.”
He complied with his lover’s wish, slipping two fingers up his slippery canal. He wriggled his fingers inside, stretching and stroking the tight inner walls. His touch moved deeper, and his lover let out a long sigh of pleasure when he curled fingers and massaged his prostrate. The tiny, donut shaped gland seemed to tighten from his manipulation, and the troll swiftly thrust up and down into the werewolf’s grip.
“Put those beautiful lips back on my cock,” the troll commanded.
He opened wide and sucked hard on the head before he descended down the shaft. His lover didn’t give him a chance to slip his lips down, though. He thrust up, driving his cock to the back of the werewolf’s throat. As he did so, he let out a long baritone growl. The werewolf sucked hard, pulling his cheeks in tight against his lover’s cock. He bobbed up and down in time with his lover’s thrusts, swallowing each time the glans bumped against his tonsils.
In t
he mind world, the implant slipped and squealed, inching a bit farther out of the troll’s brain.
“Okay, werewolf.” The troll’s breath and words flowed rapidly. “Stick your cock up my ass and fuck the shit out of me. Fuck the implant out of me.”
He smoothed his palms over the peach fuzz dusting his lover’s ass. Digging his fingers into the contoured cheeks, he pulled the troll closer to his cock. The werewolf licked his hand liberally as he watched the vampire writhe atop the troll’s face. Once his palm was wet, he slipped it up and down his cock, lubing the rigid muscle well. He sighed as he did so. His over sensitive cock greedily absorbed the sensation of warm flesh milking its length.
He nudged the glans up his lover’s tight hole. The troll’s anal canal stretched for him, and he slipped deeper into a wet bliss that held him firm. His lover possessed superior inner muscles, and he knew how to vary up the grip of his ass at just the right time. Clench and release. Clench and release. Riding him bareback only further amped the exquisite sensation. Warren’s eyes rolled back until he was forced to close them momentarily. His free hand wrapped around the troll’s jutting erection and he milked the slippery dick for all it was worth.
Keep tugging, Sid said within the mindscape. We’re so close. It’s almost out.
He watched the lean muscle ripple across the vampire’s back as he fucked the troll’s face with wild abandon. “Don’t cum yet, Warren,” he gasped out through his mounting orgasm. “We need to cum together. Our bliss needs to bind together to give that implant one last good yank. Wait for my signal.”
He watched the vampire’s beautiful ass roll forward and back as he drove his cock in and out of the troll’s eager lips. Cheeks bunched and smoothed with each passionate thrust. As he watched, he teased beneath the ridge of the troll’s dick. He dipped his head forward and bent over so he could flit the tip of his tongue over the glistening hole. The troll let out a strangled cry.
He held off his climax even though it hurt. His balls ached so bad they felt bruised and heavy. He slowed his tempo so he wouldn’t blow his load. The delicious friction milking him became sheer torture, but he wasn’t complaining.
Then, finally, the vampire said, “Okay, now. Cum hard, my lovers.”
The troll spurted cum high. Three jets of glistening, clear spunk shot over the werewolf’s pumping hand. It spattered the troll’s groin and belly, and some even hit the vampire’s sweat shimmering back.
Warren drove his dick in his lover’s ass to the root. He cried out and threw his head back as his cock pulsed hard once, twice, and he shot spunk far inside his lover. The vampire rode the troll’s face hard and fast and, with a garbled squeal, he came too.
As he did so, the implant popped free in the mindscape.
In the real world, as the vampire slipped from atop the troll, Warren saw a glowing orb emerge from the center of the troll’s forehead. It wriggled and elongated as it slithered from inside the monster’s flesh. The vampire reached up and caught it in a fist he clenched until knuckles went white. Tiny shrieks sounded from his grinding hand, but soon the room went silent.
As they caught their breath, Warren crawled up the mattress and laid between his lovers.
“It’s dead,” the vampire said. “We leave for the island at nightfall. It’ll be easier to slip on unseen that way. Even though Avery is visible at night, dense forest and dense darkness make the best cover.”
Then he kneeled between his lovers. After giving an impish smile, he went to work licking them clean of pearly juices.
But as his tongue touched Warren’s nipple, another vision entered the werewolf’s head, and he went rigid as his mindscape completely pulled him in. Just before the vision consumed him, he heard the troll say, “But we still have to question Bastian, too. The gorgon commanded it.”
“True,” the vampire said. “I’ll have to go question him while you two pack some necessities for the island.”
These words faded as Warren’s mindscape took over. He felt hands shaking him, but he was lost to inner planes.
Child of Wolves, his grandmother’s voice soothed him. Do not fear. This is your path. The road you’ve been searching for all your life.
Grandmother stood amidst a towering old growth forest. The trees were verdant and slick with a fine rain that misted the air. On either side of her, giant Western Red Cedars loomed like sentinels.
Warren’s heart filled with love. Though she had passed away many years ago, Grandmother was still his constant. When he needed calming, she came to his thoughts. He heard her voice, her soft but strong way of speaking, and he instantly knew everything would be all right.
Now, though, the weight still hung heavy on his shoulders. The weight of the world. The fate of monster kind. It hit him like a tons of bricks, nearly robbing him of breath.
With a heavy sigh, he smiled at her. “Grandmother, you know I don’t believe in prophecy.”
She continued to look serene. A grey and white wolf padded out the woods and sat at her left side. A massive white bear lumbered out of the dense foliage to her right and stopped near her hand. Warren recognized the bear as his totem animal. He had known this spirit protector since he was a child. The wolf, though… the wolf was new.
Perhaps you don’t believe in prophecy, Grandmother said, but do you remember what I told you when you were a child, Warren? About the song of the earth?
The weight lifted a bit. He felt that trademark calm Grandmother brought. It swirled around his heart and took the edge off his feeling of doom. “Yes, I remember. You used to tell me, ‘All you need is a good hum. Listen for the hum, the voice of our Mother Earth, and she will guide you.’
She smiled and her face became a crinkled map of lines. Yes, and she brought you to the park that night. She brought you to the alley that afternoon. You and your friends—the vampire, the troll—you have been brought together, chosen by the Mother to keep the balance. All her children are important, and that includes monsters. Purity must not kill its brothers and sisters, for we are all brothers and sisters. Do not fear, Child of Wolves, for you are right where you belong.
With that she faded, as did the vision. Warren came awake to a concerned looking vampire shaking him while the troll loomed over them, arms crossed over his massive chest as he scowled. Avery’s version of concern, Warren had come to learn.
“That woman in your mind, your Grandmother,” Sid said when Warren focused on him. “I’ve seen her before. It was a long time ago, but she came to me… Spoke of a Child of Wolves…” He turned to Avery then, eyes wide. “You saw her too, and the wolf!”
Avery nodded slowly, gave Warren a wary look. “It was just after Sid and I met. But I never thought much of it. Like you, Warren, I don’t believe in prophecy.”
“But sometimes all you need is a good hum,” Sid said, and Warren sensed he wasn’t being facetious. “Maybe Grandmother is right.”He shrugged. “Maybe, sometimes, we hear the earth calling us. You know trolls do, Avery. We three just happened to listen. So here we are.”
Avery rolled his eyes. “Listen to Sid sounding all New Agey.”
Sid sniffed at the troll’s mocking tone. “Whatever, you big skeptical brute.” He glanced at the clock. “Shit, I better go question Bastian and you two better pack. We’ve already lost two hours of preparation time, and we should really leave by nightfall.”
Warren walked toward the bathroom he’d spotted earlier. He hoped there were three clean towels handy. He found four dark blue ones folded atop a dark brown hamper. He grabbed some and threw one to Sid and Avery. “Go,” he told Sid. “We’ll get things ready here.”
He saw the troll give him a dubious up and down appraisal at his words.
“What?” He turned to Avery. “Think we’ll kill each other if we’re left alone together?” He couldn’t resist a cheeky smirk at the gigantic monster.
The troll scoffed. “We’ll try not to.”
Sid dressed quickly. He shook a finger at them as he departed the bedroom. “
I better not find body parts everywhere when I get back. We have to save monster kind, so keep your testosterone under check!” Then he came back into the room. “Wait, don’t you think we should shower first?”
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Chapter 5
“Boys, come here!” Grant held up an arm and waved Ethan and Drake over. “My skin is indestructible. The stone giant’s DNA took.”
Ethan could feel no joy in this revelation. He grew tired of the games, and he could no longer deny the hypocrisy inherent in their mission. Grant Digby was the head scientist at this main Purity lab. Mad scientist, if you asked Ethan. Grant started out human, but now he was part human with an amalgamation of monster DNA. There was nothing wrong with that, but there was something wrong, in Ethan’s eyes, with stealing genetic traits from the very creatures you wanted to drive into extinction.
And that was exactly what Purity was doing. While the organization claimed it wanted to wipe monsters out, the humans within this institution sure liked to covet the supernatural capabilities of these creatures they claimed were abominations against nature.
“Come here, Ethan.” Grant sounded annoyed now. “Touch this, feel it.” He stroked his arm as if it were made of solid gold.
Ethan gave a heavy sigh and lifted himself up out of the chair he’d been sitting in. He strolled over to where Drake inspected the scientist’s arm. He and Drake had come to the island together after their plan to infiltrate the party of three failed. They had to report the failure to Grant, who was less than amused, but his newfound success with the stone giant’s DNA implant tempered his anger. Ethan hadn’t received punishment, yet.
Grant’s skin looked the same—pink and lightly haired—but it felt like the smooth surface of a stone.
“Go ahead,” Grant said. “Try to pinch me, punch me. Give it your best.”
Ethan gave him a hesitant look. He glanced at Drake, who shrugged as if to say ‘go ahead.’
Ethan pinched the skin just below his elbow. It came away from the muscle a bit, but the flesh lacked the prior elasticity it possessed. “Is that safe?”
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