Page 98 of Their Blood Queen
“Where’s Cain?” I ask them.
The creatures watch me with glowing red eyes, and their long tongues flick out again as if to taste the air.
A shiver runs up my spine as I realize they probably don’t know where Cain is, or don’t care.
They likely aren’t even real. I’ve gone so far off the deep end that Figment-Cain has abandoned me and now I have two new creatures here to torment me. Although, I quite enjoyed Cain’s version of torment.
They both look as if they want to eat me. My stomach flips when the larger one stalks me in a wide circle. The other has massive fangs that should frighten me.
Strangely, my heart flutters with morbid excitement.
I need help.
“Cain’s not here,” Large Fangs says, venturing closer. He seems to have to concentrate to form words, given the nature of his tongue. It’s not oversized like Cain’s, but the length of it is certainly inhuman.
He’s gorgeous, and my eyes go wide as he comes close enough for our noses to touch. As unnatural as he looks with shadows for skin and glowing, blood-colored eyes, there’s an incredible beauty about him like a marble statue come to life.
And he’s naked. My eyes drop, then widen even further as I try to understand the rounded bulbs around his member. There’s one at the base and one on his swollen head.
A faint buzzing sound has me biting my lip. Is… that vibrating?
A barrage of inappropriate thoughts tumble through my mind as I try not to picture all the possibilities of a creature with a vibrating cock.
“Cain…” he repeats. “Whoever he is,” he says with a smirk. My heart stops as his claws skitter over my hip. “My name is Sabre. My friend is Cage. You called us, Sigil. We came.”
I called them? What does he mean?
And what’s a Sigil?
Glancing at the other creature, Cage, I find he has chosen to watch from the billowing shadows in the ever-changing structure of this dream version of my room. But from what I had glimpsed, everything about him was primal and large. Not as large as Cain, but larger than any human would be.
The unfathomable urge to drag Cage out of the shadows so I can get a better look at him makes my fingers itch. I wonder how much of this is real and how much is a result of my fractured mind.
This happened when the portals opened.
Perhaps I couldn’t handle the fluctuation of power that came with new monsters entering our world. At least, not while I was in some sort of strange dream state caused by Cain’s blood.
My eyelashes flutter closed as Sabre’s claw drags a line up to my rib cage, managing to cut my nightdress without scratching my skin.
A new urge to slip the sleeves off my shoulders leaves me flustered and confused.
This is just the effect of Cain’s blood, I try to assure myself.
When his claw continues its path over my left breast, my lips part on a soft gasp.
Then why does it feel so real?
“You hurt, Sigil,” the creature whispers. He’s closer now, but I don’t dare open my eyes to see his sharp fangs or red eyes. His breath brushes my ear as he makes an offer I can’t refuse. “Let me and Cage take the pain away. Do you want us to do that? Do you want our comfort?”
A distant thunder gives me my first real burst of fear.
Figment-Cain might be a fabrication of my mind, but everything feels real in my dreams.
If he finds me like this, what will he do?
Will he hurt me?
Something deep within me knows that my figment would never hurt me, but I’m scared nonetheless.