Page 4 of The Monster's Obsession
Not everyone is meant to be a parent.
I still struggle with understanding how angels are supposed to be the morally superior species, but that’s life.
Watching the debauchery that plays out on a nightly basis at The Den means I’m not in a place to judge anyone.
My origin species are both judgy fuckers, though. So, it’s something I battle against regularly.
Nadia and Aline love to tell me I have resting bitch face, but I know I’m a sexy motherfucker.
Vivie saunters by, tossing her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. Fine, it’s a little more pink than red, but it’s the closest color I can think to compare it to in the human realm.
That siren has curves like no other.
She’s beautiful, no doubt about that.
She’s also a spoiled pain in the ass.
No matter what my sphinx says, there’s no way she could be my mate. I appreciate understated grace and elegance. If I was to permanently tie myself to another living being, I would need there to be an understanding that I’m in charge.
That’s not something she would ever agree to.
Vivie is loud, chaotic, and dramatic. The first two, I could handle, but the last grates on my nerves. She’s a brat through and through, and Lazarus doesn’t have the constitution necessary to put that fae in her place.
I know where I’d put her if it was up to me—directly over my lap with a bare ass that’s burning hot from my palm bouncing against it.
If she took her punishment like a good girl, I could be generous, especially if she learned to apologize for her abhorrent behavior. A little cock worship could go a long way…
Then again, there’s that whole dramatic thing, making it easier to just leave her to Laz.
The universe’s favorite pastime is tormenting me, but it’s part of my job as lower management to monitor the sexy shows. So, I plaster myself to the wall and cross my arms, watching with as much indifference as I can manage with a hard-on.
No other performances torment me the way watching Vivie on stage does.
Laz keeps his shifted lower half in the aquatic tank, but his top half is mostly the man. He rests his forearms on the padded barrier at the top of the tank and watches intently as two of the other performers have their way with Vivie. Although the glass distorts it a little, I can still make out the way one of his tentacles wraps around his shaft, jerking slowly as he observes the show.
Laz and Vivie have been together for a while, and I’m baffled how the man can watch her being railed six ways to Sunday.
Sure, he gets to participate, but he also has to watch her with other monsters. I guess it’s better than if she were taking clients. There are a few workers that are in long-term relationships, and that could never be me.
There’s no way I could be in a committed relationship and watch them fuck other people—whether I was involved or not. Let alone knowing they went to work every night to see clients.
Then again, I can’t even seem to fathom how some of the monsters around here share their mate.
Maybe it’s the curse of being an only child. I never had to share my toys, so being in a pack holds no appeal.
If my mother hadn’t abandoned me shortly after she gave birth, I would have asked her more about angel culture.
Something in my gut says they must be monogamous by nature because sphinx sure aren’t.
My father is a manwhore to this day. He might be pushing two thousand, but he keeps up with his harem like he’s my age. Most residents of Haven who are in polyamorous relationships have one female at the center of several, or more, male monsters.
My father’s harem is the opposite, with him at the center of many human female admirers. It’s something in his sphinx genetics that makes it practically impossible for him to settle down with one woman.
I’ve often wondered if that was what pushed my mother over the edge. Even if it was her final straw, abandoning her own child was an extreme reaction to my father’s philandering ways.
My head tilts.
While I was lost in thought, the configuration on stage changed. It’s only Laz and Vivie, which is how they end most of their shows.
