Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,15
to the cave entrance and the sheet covered bike hidden there. I found it abandoned over five years ago, it still runs smoothly and it is the only human treasure I allow myself to enjoy. I might not enjoy the cities and their restrictive feeling, but being on the back of that beast roaring through nature does have its perks.
Ripping back the sheet, I pat my steel baby and climb aboard. Time to hunt my mate.
Driving away from the forest, and Nos, has my heart pounding and a dull ache starting in the bottom of my stomach, but I grip the wheel tighter and carry on. I lose control of the car as shooting pains start down my whole body. Screaming in agony, I pull over and fall from the car. My body is shaking and breaking. Something feels like it’s trying to break free from my skin, like I’m bursting. I don't know how long I lie there in agony, but when I finally open my eyes again, I groan. Fuck, that hurt. My eyes rove over the sun starting to rise, shit, I need to get back before then.
Racing through the empty roads as first light chases me, I manage to work my way through the city before it fully hits the sky, the dark still clinging to the day. Pulling up outside, I toss the keys on the ground and make my way into the building. The receptionist, Ryan I think his name is, a cute younger lad gapes at me in horror and I remember I’m covered in blood and not wearing pants. Awkward. He stumbles from the desk, still wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
"Are- you- are you okay?" he rushes out, his eyes running down me before his cheeks heat and he looks away. Huh, I’m guessing he’s shy. Poor kid. "Do you live here?" he asks, obviously remembering his job, but really.
He stares at me every time I come down here, which admittedly has been less and less frequent, but even then he should recognise me. Am I really that dirty? I spot the bathroom at the edge and sigh. "Be right back," I say and dart inside, getting ready to be horrified by my appearance.
The harsh lighting has me blinking as I spot the sinks and make my way over, and when I lean in to see myself in the mirror I freeze, a little scream erupting from my mouth. I slap my hand over the strange, unfamiliar lips and stare wide-eyed. What the fuck? Leaning closer I move from side to side and the person in the reflection does the same. I pinch my skin next before slapping myself. Okay, ouch. I look back at the mirror and gulp. No wonder the poor boy stared.
I’m a dude, not in a dramatic sense. I am an actual man. Not just a random man either, I’m the spitting image of the man lying dead in pieces in the forest.
Okay, don't freak out. Breathing deeply I push my panic down and curiosity gets the better of me. Lifting the tails of the shirt I poke the flaccid cock between my legs. Yep, I have a dick. My eyes jerking to the rest of the room I grin, I have always wondered...
Wrapping my hands around the soft cock I give it a pump or two, and it starts to harden. I watch it in wonder as I pump until it is hard. Well shit. Is it weird if I jerk myself off as the guy I just sucked to death? Probably. Ah, I bet the poor guy was wondering why I wandered in with my Percy the Pirate swinging in the wind and covered in blood.
I’m more worried about why I’m a guy, but beggars can't be choosers. The door opens and I hide my hard cock against the cold sink, jerking at the feeling as a man stops at the door and throws me a weird look. His waiter uniform crinkles as he shakes his head and kicks open a stall. What an ass, ain't he ever seen a dude who is really a girl pulling his ding dong before? Please. Letting go of my dick I grip onto the sink as that same agony from before runs through me, oh shit! I clamp my mouth shut and hold on tight. I manage to stay on my feet this time, but I’m exhausted, like bone weary.
Checking in the mirror, I see my own reflection grinning back at