Page 2 of Mean One

“Always leaving such a mess,” she purred, leaning forward as her tongue flicked the tip of my cock. “Let me clean that up for you.” Max continued to run her tongue along me, cleaning every bit of my cum and her saliva from my body. I had to control myself, resist the insane urge to fuck her again. I pressed my cock against her lips softly, her kisses causing my eyes to roll back. “You could always bend me over and?—”

The sound of distant laughter echoed through the cave, cutting through the thick, hazy moment.

“Someone’s here,” I grumbled, pulling away from Max and towards the mining entrance.

When I ran away as a teen, I found this old mining quarry, abandoned and tucked away in the mountain caves. It seemed perfect, a hole deep in the Earth I could make my own. Over the years, staggering lost folk would lose their way, wandering the woods and stumbling around my cave. I’d always scared them off, terrorizing them and sending them away. This was my place, and I was going to keep it that way. Aside from Max, no one was welcome here.

Moonlight peeked through the gated entrance of the quarry, the world drenched in a cool hue of blue as snow coated the woods. The laughter was clear, coming from nearby. I carefully opened the gate, stepping into the snow to hunt the source of it down.

As I traveled through the woods and stomped over the snow, my foot met something, the sound of wood crunching beneath my weight. I bent down, wiping the cold aside as I realized it was a fallen sign. Anger boiled in my veins, my heart racing as I read the hand-painted letters to myself:Beware. Here lives the abomination, a green monster no one wanted. The Grouch.My arms bulged with wrath and fury as I snapped the wooden sign. Laughter erupted through the trees as birds flew into the night sky, startled by the sound. I watched as they flapped their midnight wings, an idea hatching inside my brain, my lips curling upwards in the most unnatural smile.

A monster, huh?

I closed my eyes, sniffing the air as I caught a trail of not one, but two scents, twisted together. Oh, what fun this will be. My feet continued, picking up the pace as I followed their trail, eventually finding a stumbling couple in the woods. They were drinking, wandering around in the dark without a care in the world.

“I think it’s this way,” the man slurred, his arm wrapped around the woman’s neck. He was holding a shovel, using it as a cane to walk.

“Oh, stop. There’s no Grouch up here. Gus was probably just telling another one of his stories. You know how he is!” she teased him, taking a brown bottle from his mouth to take a sip. “That man is full of bullshit. Now, give me that before you hurt yourself!” She snatched the shovel from his drunken ass.

The sound of Gus’ name made me snap.

I lunged from behind the trees in their direction. The couple screamed as I tackled the man into the snow, knocking the frantic woman over in the process. My legs straddled his feeble body as I roared and growled, slicing his torso with my claws, ripping his body to shreds. Hot blood spewed in all directions, soaking the fur of my chest and face, hitting my tongue as I savored it. He pleaded and cried, clawing at the air in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was no use. I was seeing red, and nothing could stop me. I clawed at his skin, forcing his head to the side as I exposed his neck, widened my mouth, and bit into his flesh, crunching his bones beneath my sharp teeth, breaking his neck. His body fell limp as his life quickly faded away.

My tongue licked at his blood as it ran down my lips, the woman screaming as I turned to see her backing away from me, tears drenching her reddened face.

Oh, no, you don’t.

I crawled towards her as she scuttled back, turning to run with a second scream. She whipped around as the spade of the shovel slammed into her skull, knocking her into the snow. My eyes raised to see Max standing there, holding the tool with a giant grin on her face.

“What a pleasant surprise this is,” she cooed. The woman groaned, blood pouring from the head wound as she slowly began to regain consciousness. Max raised the shovel, whacking the woman’s face again, hammering away as the woman’s features began to smoosh together, becoming nothing but a bloody pile of flesh and bone. The sound of the metal meeting bones echoed through the trees.

“Easy, freckles,” I stated, honestly impressed.

Max landed a final blow, breathing heavily as she glared at me, her body caked in blood and brain matter. She pierced the shovel into the snow, glancing at the man’s corpse behind me as I rose to my feet.

“What were these two even doing out here? Don’t they know not to come here? This is your land.” She leaned against the handle.

“It seems I’ve become something of an attraction. Thanks to Gus, everyone now knows where I live. The home of the Grouch, a monster, an abomination to gawk at from afar.” I examined my bloody claws. “I think it’s time I show them just how much of a monster I really am.” I looked over at Max with a smile. “What do you say we pay little ol’ Whoreville a visit, Max? It’s time they learn what happens when a monster finally snaps at the hand that beats him.”

Max lifted the bloodied shovel over her shoulders, approaching me as she stood on her toes. “Just say the word. I’ll follow you anywhere. Besides, I rather enjoy killing people.” Max’s eyes sparkled at the bloody shovel, turning her head to lick it. I couldn’t help but grin, gripping her face as I leaned down, breathing into her bloodied mouth.

“Good. No more hiding.” I slammed my mouth to hers, nearly lifting her off her feet as we embraced, excited by the taste of blood.

I’m coming for you, Gus. And you too, May-Martha.

Chapter 1

May-Martha

Gus’sweaty, exhausted body dropped next to mine as he grunted, huffing and puffing. I waited patiently for him to move before I did, knowing that was what he preferred. He was always dominating me.

“Oh, May-Martha,” he wheezed, exhausted from fucking me too hard, something I was going to regret allowing him to do. “You always know how to get me just right.” Gus smiled as I reflected the gesture, faking it as always.

“Yes, well, I try.” I just wanted him to leave.

I was glad he was finally done. Normally, I could slip something in his drink or get him to knock out sooner, but today, he was a bit more determined than usual.

Gus rolled from the bed to his feet, redressing as I slowly sat up and adjusted my lingerie and disheveled hair. He walked to my side, tossing a few folded bills on my nightstand. It was noticeably smaller than our usual agreement.

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