Page 32 of Wishing Upon a Monster
I rested in my room,the enchantments I laid making it more than spacious, staring up at the ceiling. I spelled it to look like the galaxy in which I was formed. Someday, I wanted to take Aurora there.I want to take her everywhere.
I could feel my obsession with her growing.Along with something else.
The urge to fist myhane—no, my cock, as they call it here—was intense. I kept my pants on, refusing to lose control and spill my seed for the first time in anything other than my bride. I could wait, lying here in my bed as I learned about all the English ways to talk tomin skat.Tonight proved that she liked when I praised her, and when I described what I wanted to do to her.
I wanted to be able to go into even more detail, but I doubted she knew what my words meant. The language exchange did not include non-anatomical words for things. I searched the internet as my shaft pulsed with need, learning the words and imagining how to describe what happened tonight with Aurora in graphic detail.
Words were sacred. Knowing how to wield them was just as important. I would pleasure her body and mind, and then, perhaps, she would let me into her soul.
She would let me into her being, I had no doubt. The gods did not wake me from my slumber for naught. She agreed to let me pleasure her whenever she needed, and I planned to do so. I looked down at my golden cuff, made of her hair. While she did an excellent job of hiding her thoughts from me, hiding her emotions was trickier.
I could feel when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was aroused. She could feel the same things about me, though I tried to block her from that last one. I wasn’t sure if that revelation was one she would welcome. She has adapted to so much in the last few weeks.
I had never bonded to another in such a way before, but I had heard that with a strong bond, the pleasure would loop between the partners, creating an ecstasy that was unmatched. I was male enough to be intrigued. I groaned at the idea of her feeling my passion for her and I feeling hers for me.
In time. For now, I study.
14
Aurora
Islept in this morning as much as I could, today being my first night working with the night shift crew. The only beings I knew on that team were Rocio, Yari, and Irene. Rocio, a Cuélebre with violet scales who seemed to be mentoring my husband in all things modern, often worked between the two teams. Yari also worked with both teams, a vampire from Japan who drank the essence of flowers rather than the blood of humans. He didn’t sleep, and his monitoring of the preserve as a whole was invaluable. Of course, I also knew Irene, the auburn-haired beauty with cutting green eyes and a voice that could bring grown men to their knees. She was a badass Banshee who had served as a protector for the preserve when it was first formed.
There was some normalcy, seeing Vickie at the front desk, changing into my forest camo uniform, and meeting to receive our assignment in the conference room. That’s where the similarity ended, though.
“Alright, folks,” Irene’s accent reminiscent of a Charleston southern belle, “Before we send you out, I want to formallyintroduce you to Aurora Aurum. She used to work with the day shift, and she made it through my intensive training, so she is qualified to work with us on the night shift.”
Everyone nodded, including the two who I did not know.
“Aurora has met Rocio and Yari, but if Isla and Cletus would introduce themselves?” Irene asked before sitting down.
Isla stood up; she was a Cymbee, with deep blue-green scales and webbed fingers and toes. Her eyes were yellow and slitted like a crocodile’s. She wore a wetsuit that was printed with the same forest camo as our uniforms. “My name is Isla, and while we haven’t met officially, we have spoken in passing when I have assisted the day crew. Welcome to the team. I cannot wait to have a new sparring partner in training!”
I smiled. “I love a good spar! Nice to meet you.”
The other being I didn’t recognize was male, and he looked sort of like a Big Foot, with one notable difference. Gray fur covered his entire body, and his features were more human than those of the Big Foots I had interacted with in the past. He stood, wearing a forest camo uniform much like mine. A long, lion-like tail rose from behind him and flicked back and forth. I wondered if he was nervous.
He held a pair of goggles in his hands that he passed back and forth as he talked. “My name is Cletus James, but you can call me CJ,” he said in a very thick southern accent. “I’m really glad to have you on the team. It’s nice to have another being that isn’t automatically equipped with magical powers to see in the dark and fly. I like to think that makes us craftier than this lot,” he gestured to our comrades, who rolled their eyes good-naturedly. “And uh, I got you these! So you can see in the dark. They are night vision goggles enhanced with magic so you can see like it’s daytime.” He passed them across the table to me.
“Well thanks, CJ,” I said warmly. “I really appreciate it. Iwas hoping that the blindfolded portion of my training was a worst-case scenario.”
“You never know, Aurum; you could lose those glasses during your patrol. You'll be thankful of my teaching methods if you do,” Irene replied dryly.
“Yes, ma’am, I sure will,” I agreed, not wanting to alienate my boss on my first day.
She nodded, satisfied.
I stood up. “Well, as you know, I am Aurora Aurum. I am a Talentless and a graduate of Westhaven College. I trained under Weapons Master Jameson and am the first Talentless to complete the magical enforcement track. I’ve worked on the preserve for the last thirteen years, but on the day shift. I hope to prove to be an asset to the team.”
“Well said.” Rocio knocked the table with her knuckles.
“Alright, tonight we are sending you out on a trapping mission. There are rumors that the trees in E6 have a family of tailypo of all things, causing a ruckus,” she said, scoffing.
CJ’s brow furrowed, “Ma’am, tailypo live in the mountains.”
“I’m aware. There’s no reason they should be this far east. Even in their wildest migration dreams, they couldn’t make it this far. I think some lunatic either brought one as a pet or maybe had hopes in training it as some sort of guard... thing, and it escaped—while pregnant.”
I snorted. Tailypo were devious, savage creatures who lived in the Appalachian Mountains. They were known for killing things two and three times their size. They were capable of rudimentary speech, like a parrot or a magpie. A guard creature is the worst job for such a feral thing.
