Page 101 of Monster Daddies
There was an immediate sense of loss, and she didn’t like the space between them. It felt… empty. She scooted to the edge of the couch, leaning forward to be closer. “Would it be so bad if the bond was tighter? What would happen?”
“For me? No, it wouldn’t be bad at all. But if you don’t want to be tied to me, if you want to go back to your regular life and forget all about tonight, then it would be best not to make it harder for both of us.”
Did she want to go back to her regular life? She wasn’t sure that it would even be possible after this. “It’s a big decision to make in one night.” Without him holding her hand, it was restless, twisting in the quilt that was half-draped across her lap.
She looked down, examining it thoughtfully. The scorch marks and tattered ends where it had burned made her sad. “I’m sorry about the quilt. You must have put a lot of work into it.”
“It’s yours anyway. I can fix it for you. I’ll cut out the burned parts and replace those squares, then put a new backing on it.”
She stroked her fingers across the charred remains of one of her favorite shirts. “Do you have enough fabric left from the clothes?”
“Uh, no. It’s all gone.”
He sounded so odd about it, that she had to ask, “What did you do with the rest?”
There was a moment of silence, and then he cleared his throat. “Our mating rituals are a little… different.”
She waited, finally prodding, “Well?” Then her mouth twisted. “Wait, don’t tell me you masturbated with them or something.”
“No. Actually, sometimes the whole ‘moth’ thing runs true. When we find someone we think might be a potential mate we eat some of their clothes.”
Her head snapped up. “What? Why?”
There was a long sigh. “Things you keep close to your body pick up your scent, your essence. We eat the clothes so we can get a taste of you.”
“But that’s so…” She stopped and shook her head. “You know what? It’s actually not the weirdest thing I’ve learned tonight.” She took a deep breath and let it out.
“I expect that’s true, but you’re handling it pretty well.”
It was nice he thought so. She wasn’t sure yet how well she was taking it, or how long that would last. There was so much to process, and every time she felt like she had a good grasp on the situation, another odd little item would pop up.
But was it reallythatweird? He was a moth-kinda-thing after all, and they were known for eating fabric. As usual she turnedto humor when she was struggling with words. “So, you’re saying that any panties are edible panties when you’re Mothman?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.”
“Didn’t they taste like detergent? I mean they were clean clothes, washed.”
His face scrunched a little, eyes closing for a moment. “They would have tasted better doused in your juices, rather than detergent, yes. That chemical soap is hard to ignore. But I found your flavor underneath and I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“Knew that you could be my mate, if you accepted me.”
An image of him eating her panties right off of her body popped into her head, and it was a ridiculously hot picture. She squirmed a little. “Well, you should probably try a direct taste. You know, just to be sure,” she blurted.
She’d shocked herself, and him. For nearly a minute the only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire.
“Ellie, I need you to be careful with your jokes. It’s takingallmy willpower to keep my hands off of you, so don’t make the offer if you don’t mean it. I would love nothing more than to bury my face in your pussy and take a good long taste, but if I do that… you’re not going home tonight.”
“Then… maybe youshoulddo it.” Her voice trembled a little and heat crawled up her neck until her cheeks felt inflamed.Did I really just say that?
“Ellie… you don’t know what you’re doing. The bond is clearly affecting you, but you still have a choice?—”
She stood up and took a step, so she was standing right between his knees looking down at him. It effectively silenced him, as he waited to see what she would do. From this angle she got a much better look at his head. She’d missed the antennae before. They looked like feathers, and she had to touch them.Her fingers ran up and then down, playing the little hairs like harp strings.
Lium groaned and his arms wrapped around her waist, clutching her almost too tightly for comfort. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, girl.”
“Don’t I? You seem to know a lot about me, but did you know I have a degree in biology? The sensilla of the antennae are sensory organs. They detect heat, and scent, and movement too, of course. Ibet”—she ran her fingers up and down again—“they are incredibly sensitive.”
