Page 36 of My Monster's Keeper
“You have no rolls around your middle,” Puppy says and circles around her. “Your ass is not as jiggly. And these are too small.” He reaches out and grips her breasts.
Now, even in the courts of barbaric cruelty and malice that I’ve served in, gripping a woman’s breasts is considered an act of open warfare.
“I will need to fatten you up to your potential before I feast on your flesh,” Puppy says with a content nod. “I want to see you jiggle.”
Becky’s face has turned an interesting colour of puce. Her arm flashes out faster than I can almost see. Her fist slams into Puppy’s throat, hard. He lets go of her and stumbles back, reaching up to grab his throat.
“For the last time, Puppy. You are not eating me!” Becky hisses. “And there will be no jiggling.”
“You jiggle a little bit,” Frost points out helpfully.
She turns her gaze on him, in slow predatory movements that stir my cock. I adjust myself and watch as her cheeks turn crimson, her eyes become flinty.
“We are done here. Go do whatever you do. I’m going out alone.”
She starts to leave and discovers she has Stix on her heels almost immediately. She glances over her shoulder at him and glowers.
“I said nothing, poppet, but it would be…” he purses his lips and looks at me for a second before he returns his gaze to her, “safer if you had one of us with you.”
“I’ll go,” I offer.
“Fine. I’m hungry anyway,” Puppy sulks. He shoots up the wall and disappears into the shop’s air vents.
Frost shrugs. “I have a person to find.”
We watch him leave.
“Does he know people here?” Stix asks.
“I’m not sure. Our courts did not mix very often, and I was in mine even less,” I admit. “What time he spent with people was also cut short from his time in exile.”
“You’re from a court?” Becky asks.
“The Seelie Court, or the Court of Summer and Spring.”
“The good court?”
“There is no good court. We are depraved beings, intent on warfare and political intrigue. We love deals and tricking people. Hunting.”
She cocks her head to the side.
“So, both courts are the same?”
“Similar. We do different things. Unseelie has powers over winter and autumn and all the world that falls under their dominion. Seelie has summer and spring.”
She rubs her hands on her thighs and glances around as she leads us back through the store. “Okay, so are you a prince, too?”
I bark a laugh. “No, I’m not a prince. I’m much older than the princes. I’m much more powerful. My role is eldritch and ancient.”
“I see.”
She clearly doesn’t, but if we’re stuck together, she will eventually. Just as she will need to learn that the nightmare playing her gentleman courter is truly one of the most frightening and strongest demons to ever spawn. Just as she will discover that Frost is as monstrous as he is beautiful, and Puppy is far more than what he appears.
Perhaps we underestimate the human.
“Wait a second. How old is old?” she asks.
“Thousands of years. Time means little.” I shrug.
