Page 94 of Monster's Obsession
“I’ve been feeling rather aroused lately, and no one seems to have fanned my flames. But be a good worm and don’t go anywhere.” She walked around me, her hand running across my chest, my arm, my back, heat stealing the cold, and I moaned, craving the heat.
“Yes, please,” I murmured, picturing her wrapped around me, soaking in her warmth.
Her laughter sang in my ears, and I rocked on my feet, following her, craving her but completely loathing myself for it.
“You know every day you breathe is a gift…I should have killed you ages ago.” She paused in front of me, her eyes on fire.
My stomach churned as I balanced on the edge of completely passing out from the cold.
“Do it,” I spat the words, meaning it because I’d had enough of her tortures, of beatings, of being belittled by her and her guards.
“What fun would that be?” She cupped the side of my face, warmth bringing feeling to my face once more, and I leaned against her touch, frantically needing that heat, but she ripped it away just as fast. “Your family rejected you, so what makes you think I’d see you as anything but worthless?”
She stepped away from me, making her way to her throne just as the cold spread through me, over me, securing my feet to the floor.
“I smell your fear,” she muttered. “And I like how it makes me feel.” She flopped down on her throne and spread her legs for me. “Let me show you something you’ll never have again because I’ve decided you will no longer feed with me. You won’t step foot in my throne room ever again. I won’t see you or hear your voice because you’re moving out in the back with the animals. So, call this your parting gift.”
Heart hammering, I grew fucking dizzy, my vision patchy.
But her words played on my mind, and with them, something feral rose up. It licked my insides, and with it a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t ignore. One of primal rage.
Watching her tug her tits and spread her pussy in front of me as she fingered herself did nothing for me. I screamed on the inside with agony, iced over like a fucking animal. I didn’t think I could take this another day.
Her moan rang across the room. “Watch me,” she purred, rubbing her clit faster. I couldn’t look away, as the bitch had fucking froze me.
Anger accelerated through my veins, my mind thrashing against the impossible cold. It wasn’t long before it became too much, and when my world blackened, I thanked whatever miserable god had put me out of my misery.
* * *
I flipped open my eyes to running water rushing over me, the stench of something putrid filling my nostrils. Groaning, I pushed myself up, rubbing my eyes to work out where the hell I was.
It became evident fast the guards had dumped me into the sewage drains at the rear of the castle.
Seething, something snapped inside me…something dark licked at my spine. My whole life I’d been kicked around, pushed down, from my father to the queen.
I wasn’t her “worm”.
I wasn’t hers at all.
I smacked a fist to my head, over and over, wanting her voice out of my mind. Wanting it gone. A prickle of awareness tugged at my thoughts, but I shoved them aside and embraced my monster side. The one where I’d no longer be the laughing stock, the garbage others kicked around.
I shook with anger, my mind blurring with a maddening frenzy. I threw myself back into the castle, knowing my way well enough to avoid the guards, to stick to the shadows. Making a quick detour to my room, I snatched the knife I’d been hiding and sprinted back to the throne room. I wasn’t an idiot and used the side entrance when I heard voices from inside.
Pausing at the doorway, I pressed close and pushed the door only slightly open. The queen was being fucked over her throne by a blue monster with ivory spikes that ran from the middle of his head all the way down his spine, his body explosive with muscles. She roared while having her ass fucked ruthlessly, both of them grunting like those horny Derins who humped anything they could mount.
I recognized the monster. It was Kurden, the king of one of our enemy cities, who’d already waged war against us once. What the fuck was he doing here? What the fuck wasshedoing?
“Kurden, you shouldn’t have come,” the queen whined in a sweet voice, and I ground my teeth with irritation.
He licked her face with a thick, blue tongue. “I’ll make this quick. Tomorrow, my army and I arrive before dawn, and I’ll destroy those idiots you fuck, who touch you like you’re theirs. I’ll start with Creed and chop him up before feeding him to theGazen.”
She moaned in ecstasy as his words.
“Then I’m taking over Wyld with you at my side. You’ve got everything in place, right?”
She nodded eagerly. “The explosives are set around the city, painted with my red magic. No one will know what hit them.”
My blood ran colder than when the queen had encased me in ice. She was going to betray her own monsters, and give our city over to our enemy, all for blue cock in her ass.