Page 13 of Land of Monsters

A snort huffed from me. Mushrooms always made me laugh now; Bitzy and Opie would be forever linked to them. That cranky imp would love this one—it was strong and smooth, and she’d get high as fuck off a hit.

“What?” Celeste took a hit before handing it back again.

“Nothing.”Just miss my friends. “It’s good.”

“We have two gardens dedicated to mushrooms and herbs.”

Bitzy’s heaven.

“I might not leave now.”

A hungry smile curved her mouth, and she slipped her hand to the waist of my pants, tugging me through a curtain into a room off the main one. It was a small, dark meditation room.

Celeste pushed me against the wall. The powerful herbs were starting to mess with my mind, my body disconnecting, though I could feel this need to push back. To fight the fall. To stop this.

“Celeste—”

“Shhh.” Her finger brushed over my mouth. “Let me make you feel good.” She lowered herself to her knees, light escaping through the curtain glinting off her blonde hair.

Blonde… It’s supposed to be brown.

She unbuckled my trousers, the sound of the zipper scraping through my head like a warning.

You’re not doing anything wrong.You need this.

Next she tugged down my pants and briefs.

“Gods…” She breathed out in a groan, her hand wrapping around my cock.“Den är enorm!” It’s huge!

My head hit the back wall, my eyes closing. I wanted so badly to let go. To lose myself in the bliss for a moment.

Her tongue slid up my vein before her mouth covered me.

My body jerked as visions of Raven walking in and seeing Celeste sucking me off sprang to my mind. They were so real, I knew I muttered out her name.

Celeste groaned, taking me deeper.

“No.” The drugs befuddled my mind, and instead of feeling good, I felt agitated. “Stop.”

“What?” Celeste gasped when I pushed away, my head wagging. “What is wrong?”

“I-I can’t.” The statement came out before my brain had any clue what I was saying.

“You’re a tree fairy, no?” Confusion wrinkled her expression. “I don’t understand.”

Tree fairies weren’t at all monogamous, nor did they turn down sex. It was who we were.

“I don’t either.” I pulled my pants back up, buckled them, and left the room. The world around me morphed into sharp sounds and colors, everything making me more anxiety-ridden, needing to get back to the tent. Like it was my safety. A place I could breathe again.

Stumbling down the path, I burst into the healing tent, and my chest eased seeing Raven curled up, still sound asleep. Guilt for leaving her washed over me, spinning my head.

Discarding all my clothes, I crawled down onto the bed. I climbed in behind Raven and snuggled up to her back, wrapping my arms around her frame and pulling her into me.

I heard a heavy sigh escape me, and for a moment, I felt like I was out of my body, looking down at us.

The man lying there, his eyes closed, nose snuggled into her neck, looked content. At peace.

Peering down at the guy in the bed, I knew he was doomed in so many ways.

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