Page 9 of Monsters in My Bed
Reading my mind, Vizruk leans forward and gives my knee a squeeze. “We all have our own demons to fight, even Seriq. Besides, there are other powerful emotions that are not too pure for your baby to be born from that are not based on pure negativity.”
A spark of hope lights inside of me. “Like what?” Desperation laces my voice, but I need to know so I can save my baby.
“Like power, strength, cunning, ordesire.” He punctuates his last word by reaching up to tweak one of my nipples, and I slap his hand away.
“I don't want my baby to be born of desire!”
“Yes, you do.” Osz stares down at me, his purplish-pink eyes bright with intent. “Think about it—it would be the perfect emotion for his mate.”
I wrinkle my nose. While a logical explanation, I simply wasn’t looking that far into my child's future. “And what about when it’s a baby?”
“Then the baby will desireyou—not the same desire as for his mate—but the desire for your presence. For your love and your comfort. Whatever emotion you feel will feed it and become what it desires, whether it be “good” or “bad”.
A light bulb goes off in my head with this revelation. Maybe my mates are right. Maybe this isexactlythe emotion my baby needs. My brow furrows in concentration, but shifts back to worry when I panic that I’m doing it wrong.
“Um, so I just focus on desire?”
“It's better tofeelit.” Osz gives me a naughty smirk, trailing a claw along his brother's mark on my arm and eliciting a shudder from my frame.
“Guys, no, it was different when the baby was inside me—or outside as an egg—but now—”
“Just one little orgasm,” Viz coaxes. “I promise you that your baby's not formed. It can’t sense anything around it but our emotions. Right now, it’s just tasting the environment for what to become.”
Indeed, the little hazy swatch hasn't changed very much, still hanging in the air like a tiny phantom. I wiggle against my mate's lap in indecision.
“You could focus on the other emotions if you feel they're better suited.”
I ponder what Osz said. Power is dangerous as it can easily become corrupted—same with cunning—as for strength, I suppose it could be like desire, teetering one way or the other. But I don't know how to convey such an emotion to help my baby form into that. Unlike desire, which is so obvious, so tangible, and I know I can produce it. At the same time, it feels so wrong, though.
Vizruk heaves a heavy sigh. “Put your human morals aside, my mate. There’s nothing wrong or shameful about what we do when we come together. Ultimately, it's an act oflove—it’s the closest that we can give to your baby without mutilating it.”
A tear slips down my cheek, knowing that he just wants what's best for this child—our child—because Viz is part of my trium and this baby belongs toallof us. I nod in acquiesce before twisting around in their laps to glare up at them.
“But make it quick!”
The twins chuckle, and Osz yanks a handful of my blond curls. “It'll take as long as it takes.”
My thighs clench together at his announcement, seeming to forget that there’s a half-formed wisp baby only five feet from me. In fact, all my thoughts skitter away the minute both of them hook a clawed hand under my legs and pull them apart. Working in tandem, they unfurl their impossibly long tongues, both meeting at the juncture of my thighs and curling inside my wetness.
I jolt at the sensation. One teases my clit, and one fucks my pussy. They take turns torturing me until I'm brought to the brink of ecstasy. At the small of my back, their twin dicks press into me, and my pussy weeps even more at the thought of them both inside of me at once. The thought is there and gone in the blink of an eye, but still my monsters pick up on it just as I'm about to come.
They pull their tongues out and lift me up with their outer arms. With their inner arms, both of them push their cocks together to form one massive monstrosity as they lower me down upon both of them at once. The tips of their velvety heads push through my folds, sending my body into hyperdrive, and I wonder how either of them thinks this is feasible. I can barely fitoneof their dicks in me, let alone two, but it would seem my mates have one goal—to stretch me to my limits and make me come all over them.
I groan at the mental image, and wetness teems around their lengths as they slide into me even further. I cry out in pain, the stinging sensation slipping through my pussy, but it hurtssogood. Above my head, my twin mates whisper words of encouragement, growling dirty, filthy things to spur me on. Their words take me higher and higher as I sink lower and lower onto them.
I don't even make it halfway before they snake their tongues back out, both of them flicking against my clit at the same time, as one clawed finger strokes just inside the cleft of my ass. It's all too much, and I come so hard that darkness envelops me once more. My eyelids flutter shut, and my last thought is I just gave new meaning to orgasmic birth.
“Alexis, wake up!”
The deep voice, steeped with urgency, rouses me from the depths of my sleep. I blink my eyes open, taking in my surroundings that don’t make any sense until I see the twins. Vizruk’s pink eyes glow down at me as he shakes me a bit, and I gasp as everything comes crashing back into remembrance. From the throbbing pulse between my legs, I wasn’t out too long—but long enough for something to happen.
Osz leans over to cup my chin, directing my gaze toward the little wisp, which isn’t so little anymore. The smoky tendrils have evolved into a writhing mass of obsidian, and my body shakes in my bogeymen’s arms. Logically, I know my baby can’t be born like humans because it’snothuman, but watching the black mass stretch and shift creates a bubble of apprehension inside of me.
“Breathe, everything is as it should be.”
“This happened to Mark?”
Vizruk doesn’t answer me, but Osz raises his hand to caress my cheek, silently telling me to be calm and patient. Neither are really my strong suit, but I inhale as deeply as possible, letting the air fill my lungs. Instead of exhaling, I hold my breath, waiting until Vizruk tickles me. Everything comes whooshing out of me in an embarrassing wheeze that makes my mates laugh. I glare at them over my shoulder just as a giggle reaches my ears.
