Page 67 of Land of Monsters

Yet I felt her embedding into my soul as I succumbed to the darkness.

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“I don’t think licking his skin for mushroom remnants is gonna work.”

Chirp!

“I am not judging you!”

Chirp! Chirp!

“Don’t turn this around on me! I didnotlick his fungi earlier!”

Voices came in, disrupting my sleep, pulling me from the peace I’d surrendered to.

My lids flickered open, threads of slumber clinging to me, wanting to pull me back down. Sleep had so wholly claimed me that it took a moment to recall where I was. The glow of morning light slipped through the boards across the window, giving the room some definition. Although I didn’t need to see to know who my body was wrapped around.

I could feel her in every fiber, every pump of my heart.

Raven’s dark hair was spread out over the pillow we shared, her back pressed to my chest, our legs tangled, and my hard cock pressing into her entrance like it was trying to sneak back in without anyone knowing. Stay in her tight heat.

Sound asleep, her muscles relaxed into me as if she was home. Safe.

Even with Kek and Lukas, I didn’t stick around in the mornings. It was my time to stroll through nature, absorb the quiet peace, and regain whatever energy I had depleted the night before. Except this morning, I vibrated with energy. My dick was sore, my muscles ached, but I felt anything but depleted.

Like she filled me with energy instead of taking it.

Chirp!

“How dare you bring it up again!” The sharp exclamation drew me fully to consciousness. “That was an experimental time.”

Chirp! Chirp!

“And that next time was atotalmisunderstanding.”

Rubbing my eyes, I exhaled, fully opening my eyes, my brain slow to register the brownie and imp sitting on my thigh, a thinsheet barely covering us. Bruises and scruff burns swathed Raven’s skin, while mine was covered in nail and bite marks.

We looked like we had been through battle.

With a grunt, I grabbed the sheet, covering Raven’s naked body, frowning at the two.

Chirp!The imp flipped me off.

“Right? Like we haven’t been up close and personal with his giant wild mushroom before.” Opie rolled his eyes. “And when I say giant… I mean the titan… the king Trumpet—”

“What the fuck are you wearing?” I cut him off, my voice raw and croaky, my vocals strained from last night.

“Do you like?” Opie’s attention was instantly taken to his outfit as he twirled around. His ass cheeks peeked out of two small circles in the short shorts.

I forced my lids shut with a groan, hoping I was seeing wrong, but when I reopened my eyes, he was still in the cut-up leather.

“Fuck.” I massaged my temples.

His nipples and belly button were circled in red lipstick, the same color as Daciana‘s. He wore black leathers, most likely from a member’s jacket, in the style of crotchless lederhosen, with a biker patch covering up his crotch. Barbed wire twirled through his red-tipped mohawk. My eyes instantly darted to the wall where the weapons were on display.

“Opie…” I groaned, noting the barbed wire whip was gone.

“Like you can talk, tree fairy,” he huffed, motioning back to the ground. “I know what you did with those brass knuckles.”

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