Page 26 of An Invocation of Monsters

“I wanted to, it just… wasn’t any good.” I shrugged, as much as I could shrug while being contained by numerous tentacles. “So, what is a Klee?”

Mostly I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. Drazan grumbled at the change in his subject, his lights flashing yellow.

You have met the Zizhatl, the creature of the air. I am Klee. I was born to water. Now I am an Elder, in my full strength and sexual maturity.

“You’ve got a one-track mind,” I said dryly, but my mind was racing. Toth had wings, which would make him the creature of the air… a Zizhatl.

It is hard to concentrate when you are giving mating signs, he said. The voice in my mind was growing deeper, more guttural. You are… very pleasing to the eye.

I glanced down, and saw that the monster’s cock was fully erect, pearly fluid beading at the tip. Another flush went through me at the sight of it; most of my knowledge of desire came from my carefully-hidden collection of toys.

I’d had sex once, it was true. With Brady, the high school quarterback. He’d been healthy enough that I hadn’t feared accidentally healing something that would give me away, though I’d worn my gloves for the encounter, just in case.

Brady had thought the gloves were weird, but his dick was getting wet, so of course he didn’t care.

I, however, after enduring a lot of masculine grunting, no orgasm, and a bit of pain to show for it, had declined a second tryst. Smelling teenage boy B.O. in my face once had been enough for me. Also, he’d apparently never learned of the existence of the clit.

After that, Brady called me a skank and a weirdo on a regular basis. It hadn’t exactly encouraged me to seek out other men, and my ability essentially prohibited any further intimacy.

But this was no man, and no silicone toy.

This was a full-fledged monster.

I exhaled, trying to quash the strange, choking desire that had risen in me, and failing.

God help me, I wanted him.

A monster not of this Earth.

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Elle

I had to reel myself in, and not get caught up in this out-of-world experience.

I had to put myself on level ground and make sure I wasn’t going crazy.

Of course, this meant resorting to the question I asked myself when I thought I needed to ground myself: WWJD, or: what would Juno do?

I considered that as a tentacle tickled my calf.

She would probably befriend them, to start with. There was nothing occult that Juno wasn’t willing to throw herself into headfirst.

Then she’d probably… I snort-laughed out loud.

Yeah. She’d definitely fuck a monster. That wasn’t even up for debate.

She was going to be so jealous when I worked up the courage to tell her about this.

But first, taking a page straight out of my WWJD playbook, I was going to befriend these monsters.

“You need to put me down, Drazan,” I said, laying my hand palm-down against a tentacle. “I want to get to know you before anything else. I need to think about… um… mating.”

He exhaled, a deep sigh that rattled my bones. Several tentacles squeezed harder, the one massaging my breast curling tighter.

“Please.”

Very well, he grumbled. But I have chosen you. You are going to be mine.

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