Page 45 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“Do you guys eat?” The question feels weird as I ask it. “I mean… I’m sorry. You know I don’t want to offend you. I don’t remember everything yet.”

Khal smiles. “I can eat human food, but it’s just for the taste. I don’t get nourishment from it.”

I take out a roasted chicken and sit down with it, picking at the meat. As I start to eat, I finally realize how hungry I am. Some warm French friends would be great with this, but I don’t feel like cooking, so cold food will have to do.

“What are you having?” I ask.

“Nothing.” Khal pulls over a chair, but not before popping open a can of Coke Zero and handing it to me.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve known everything about you since you were two,” he says calmly with that thick voice that makes me shiver with pleasure. “We feed on emotions, especially the emotions of our anchor. And in exchange, we protect the one with the sight from going crazy and increase that person’s powers.”

I take a sip of the Coke. “What does it mean to have the sight? Is it like… I don’t know… being a fortune teller?”

He laughs and my heart skips a beat. Damn, he’s gorgeous in this form. I feel another type of hunger raking through my body.

“You are borne with the sight because you can see us. If you weren’t connected with us, your third eye...” Khal presses his long, slender fingers on my forehead, the touch sending an excited shiver through my body. “… your spiritual eye, would be invaded with bits and pieces of information from different worlds and dimensions. It’d be like being locked inside a room filled with TVs, each of them showing another horrible show with the sound loud, and you can’t close your eyes. Imagine that happening 24/7.”

“How is it possible I didn’t experience this when I didn’t believe in you guys?”

“For one thing, we were already connected, so we did everything we could to shield you. Plus, your meds protected you from most of it by blocking your sight.”

“And the dreams?” I almost choke on my food when I realize the dreams were real and the guys had participated.

Khal breaks into the hottest smile. “I’d love to relive them... or create new ones. I can take whatever shape you want me to.”

That smirk, that confidence.

I lean closer to him, losing myself in his soft brown eyes, knowing that behind them lurks my red-eyed monster. Our lips touch, gently. Khal pulls me over, having me straddle his lap. My arms wrap around his neck. He smells delicious. His tongue invades my mouth as his arms move along my back, pulling me closer.

“I dreamed of you,” he whispers into my ear. “Of this. Each day without touching you felt like an eternity of damnation.”

Khal bites down on my ear, hard, filling me with a sharp intense pain.

“I love causing you pain. Not more than you can take, just enough to reassure you I’m here and that you’re alive. But I’d never hurt you. Your heart is safe with me.”

My panties melt. As I press my body close to Khal, I realize I’m not wearing panties under my scrubs.

“Khal, do we have warm water here?”

He breaks the kiss and stares at me as if I’m the most precious creature on this planet. “Yes, my love. We made sure the house is ready for you.”

“Would you like to join me for a hot shower?”

Khal doesn’t reply verbally. He throws me over his shoulder and walks upstairs with me on his back. I’m not about to protest. I giggle and eye his cute ass. This must be a dream that started like a nightmare, but I’m damned if I care.

Everything sounds so crazy. Shadows. The Church of Light. Possession. Monsters.

A hot monster guy with two cocks and six arms. Hm, I can live with that. My brain still needs time to get used to what was going on, but I had no intention to complain.

Khal opens the door to a luxurious-looking bathroom designed in the same rustically chic optic of the house. The floor is made of stone. The walls look like waterfalls, with water running down the surface into drains on the floor. Even the sink and the tub appear sculpted out of hard rock. A rainforest shower waits in the corner. Khal puts me down, turns on the water, then comes back to me and rips off my clothes in one rapid motion.

I stand in front of him naked, slightly shivering from cold and anticipation. I still bear last night’s scars. Dry cum sticks to my skin. My nipples are hard as rocks. His hands caress my butt, pulling me closer. I bite down on his earlobe, hard enough to draw blood.

“You like to play hard, Ivy?”

“Yes. Do you mind?”

---