Page 59 of Captured By the Monsters
SERA
Or maybe it was their touch that was driving me to further insanity.
“Sera, what’s wrong?” Axton questioned as I jumped to my feet to attempt to put space between myself and them. He was having none of that though as he rose and stepped into my personal space, causing my body to pulsate with need.
“Get back!” I rasped anxiously, leaping away. Although their eyes were not like a human’s, I could read their shock and dismay at my words and actions. “This is all too much,” I whimpered.
Slowly, Sylan stood up and tried to soothe me with gentle tones. “It’s alright, Sera. There’s something we need to talk to you about.”
“Oh, what’s that?” I queried, thankful to have a conversation to keep my mind off of the urges I was having at such a terrible time.
Maybe if no one got too close to me, I could keep the feral, sexual beast inside of me at bay…
Sylan cautiously inched forward. “We want to talk to you about your heat, beauty.”
My eyebrows scrunched together as my head jerked slightly back in confusion. “My heat?” I repeated in bafflement, wondering if there was something wrong with the temperature—it did feel like I had a fever, now that I thought about it.
“Yes. After the claiming, the female human body starts to change. It starts a physical cycle of intense need that can only be satiated with…” Sylan trailed off, looking uncomfortable.
That meant one thing.
“Let me guess—your cum,” I deadpanned. Everything else up to this point required that, it seemed, so it was the logical conclusion.
“Yes and no. Heat makes you crave your Trifecta’s nearness and touch, makes you long to have us make love to you to receive our cum. That will stave off the symptoms until your body realizes you aren’t…” Axton trailed off once more, shooting a look to Rowen and Sylan for help.
Axton smiled, seemingly more than happy to take over the explanation. “The reason for your heat is because it drives your body’s desire to get pregnant. And you will keep going through these cycles until you are.”
His words hit me like a sledgehammer.
“P-p-pregnant?!” I blurted incredulously, sure I misunderstood.
“Mhmm,” Axton hummed in delight. “Heat ensures that our mates are bred and our species continues, but it also serves to bond you closer to your Trifecta.”
Wildly, I shook my head and huffed out an annoyed breath. “I don’t need a reason to be closer to you all—I’m already close enough! Besides, I don’t plan on having children. Ever.”
My three monsters shifted, looking anxiously at one another.
“Precious, what did you think my kind were doing with the humans sent down here?” Axton queried softly.
“Honestly… I had no idea. When I was in The Above, I thought your kind was maybe eating them or raping them,” I muttered in a weak response. “Or both.”
At the time I would never have considered that any humans would be compatible for breeding with a different species.
I didn’t know why it hadn’t crossed my mind that they would want children—given the perilous outlook of their species, it should’ve been common sense. Perhaps I was too wrapped up in how good it felt to be with them, that I ignored all the warnings that it was leading in this direction.
All three men gave me pained looks at my answer to their question, but in my defense, what was I supposed to think before I came down here?
It seemed to be one of The Above’s most guarded secrets: the Rumilus didn’t want to eat or terrorize human women—they wanted to cherish, protect, and love us. But that did nothing to change the fact that I never wanted children.
Not in this messed up world.
The Above was no place for a child—especially a female—and I was learning that neither was Paratiisi. Maybe, once upon a time, when the Queen ruled with her Trifecta and the crystal nourished the land, Paratiisi would have been a good place to have a family. Unfortunately, it seemed no better than The Above from what I had witnessed in the short span of my days here.
“Sera, the heat isn’t something you can fight,” Sylan cautioned, probably worried about my silence and what was going through my head. “To ignore it will cause…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, as seemed to be his usual throughout this conversation, but I didn’t need him to.
To ignore it would cause immense pain.
