Page 31 of Descend into Madness

“You know, I’m starting to think you really don’t want to fuck me.” His eyes burst into a glow, spearing me with a heat that is at odds with the rigidness to his stance.

“Oh, trust me, I want to. I just can’t,” Tweed replies and strides away into the tree line. His leather attire glints in the spears of sunlight through the leaves, reminding me I gave him those clothes. I could just as easily take them away.

“Well why the hell not?!” I shout into the wood instead. Cash chuckles, tearing a branch of poppies from the hut’s entrance and tosses it inside.

“His queen won’t allow it.” Holding out his hand for mine, he guides me inside. The second my feet cross the threshold, a downfall of rain drops so suddenly, I flinch into Cash’s arm. His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and I peel myself away. Damn me for being so eager to have their touch. Water pounds against the tin roof, leaking in various places.

“And why is some overprotective queen pussy-blocking me?” I shout over the deafening noise, dropping into a beanbag. It’s damp but I’m comfortable now. The walls have been left as brick, except for one that has had every color of paint splashed on in a haphazard fashion. Cash drops between my knees, pushing my thighs wide and my breathing hitches.

“Why worry about him? I have no such reservations,” he smiles devilishly. Everything inside of me clenches and suddenly, it’s not just the beanbag that’s damp. Shuffling closer, his body leans along the length of mine, Cash’s hands teasing a cold path along my arms. I shiver, my nipples puckering behind the cotton vest

Fuck it.

Grabbing Cash’s braces, I drag him the rest of the way to slam his lips onto mine. Cash doesn’t deny me simple pleasures or force me to question my appeal. He embraces my crazy, sinking his hands into my wild hair and causes Stan to abandon ship. Scraping my scalp, my moans are lost to the ringing of downpour on metal. His lips claim mine in fiery, short bursts, unable to get enough yet he doesn’t go any further. Not even when my legs wrap around his waist, his erection pressing into my center.

Don’t do it,a voice sounds in the back of my head and I swallow thickly. A heavy invisible weight sprawls across my shoulders, the glint of teeth catching my eye. I don’t know if I can stop myself now, my hips grinding on their own accord. And since when did I let my subconscious control me?

A bang sounds through the symphony of sound. The weight on my shoulders disappears and a millisecond later, Cash’s slumps into me. I spy Tweed with my little eye, striding across the shack with a gun in one hand and dead rat in the other. Shoving his boot into his twin, he dislodges Cash and sends him rolling across the ground. Only then do I see the hole in his neck, gunky orange liquid spewing slowing from the wound. I check myself for remnants, then furrow my brows.

“Hey!” I stand, shoving a finger into Tweed’s hard chest. “I’m not eating rat meat. Isn’t there any chicken around here?!”

“There are only two chickens in Wonderlust. Sam and Ella. They own the tadpole farm in the Club district. Do you have a taste for reptile eggs, or just my brother?” His eyes alight with a challenge, jealously painted all over his sharp features. All the while, I’m shuddering just at the thought of eating egg ever again. Chicken, frog or otherwise.

“You can’t have it both ways Tweed. Loosen the fuck up or stand aside. I won’t be told who I can and can’t fuck.” My own brows hitch at that rapey statement, but I’ve said it now. I can’t be considered a liar so if he wakes to me jumping on his morning wood, so be it. He doesn’t seem to catch onto my meaning, or he’s silently giving me consent when he looks back to the open doorway.

“The rain will stop in twenty-three minutes, exactly one hour and four seconds before another storm hits. Our next safe stop is the tumtum tree and I’m not prepared to listen to your stomach rumble the entire way.”

Right on cue, my tummy groans and I cross my arms over it. Damn, I never thought I’d miss Charmsfield, but regimented meals were a huge plus. Tweed snaps off the legs of a dining chair to start making a fire anyway, leaving me to stomp around to his front.

“Fine. I’ll eat if you hand feed it to me.” I high-five myself. Well done at taking back control of the situation Malice. Tweed attends to skinning the rat, while Cash groans across the hut. Forcing himself onto his back, he clamps a hand over the hole in his neck and gasps in deep breaths.

“Bastard,” he snarls, pulling himself into a seated position. I wave, welcoming him back to the present and a riddle, then sink cross-legged. Cash shimmies over, the mention of a riddle piquing his interest too. Tweed sets the rat, now skinned and skewered over the fire, turning his gaze on me and I straighten my spine. Two pairs of hungry green eyes I’d rather see between my thighs.

“I’ll sweeten the deal and throw in some DP,” I nod, sealing the deal.

“Dr Pepper?” Cash cocks his head. Oh, that does sound good. I’ll believe some up in the aftermath of my seventh orgasm.

“No, you square. Double penetration, on my end – not yours. But there’s a catch.”

“Naturally,” Tweed grumbles, twisting the skewer.

“If you want to make me wetter than an oyster, you need to solve my riddle. First one to get it right goes down on me first. Ready?” Both nod, fully invested now. Clearing my throat, the rain dims to a dribble in anticipation of my next words. “How much wood could a good fuck chug, if a good fuck could chug wood?”

Silence follows.

“Um, I don’t know – nine inches?” Tweed guesses. I believe a baguette into my hand and bop him on the head with it.

“Wrong.”

“Two feet?” Cash tries.

“Wrong.”Bop.

“An oak tree? An entire cabin? A carpenter’s workshop full?” they try in turns,Bop, bop, bop.

“There is no solution,” a feminine voice trails down from above. “Riddles don’t have answers, only logic does.”

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner,” I point my baguette in the direction of the curved smile, twirling around the sky to settle on my shoulder. Tweed’s face immediately darkens, a growl torn from his lips. The flick of a fluffy tail curls around my neck, brown and cream stripes of a feline seeping into existence. Large teal eyes fade into the hollowed head last, winking up at me as I gaze upon my sporadic companion for the first time. “Hmmm, maybe be considered cannibalism for a pussy to eat out another, but you won and them’s the rules.”

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