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That world’s energy is still in its body. That will guide it back, to that time and place where it has crashed from outside that universe.

The question of wisdom flickers awake once more when the world around it solidifies in all its horrors. But even if this is unwise, it is right.

The mass does not percolate by the trees though, and not by the metal or in the sparks of electricity. Instead, its body oozes onto warm flesh. Heaving, breathing. Crying. Its tears are different from the rain. They are warm and salty and hard to escape from, pulling at the mass’ mind.

What is this connection?

The flesh is not unknown. The creature remembers it from its state of pain, when kindness provided security in the face of death and noise and brightness.

It will guard this flesh, this Human, as it always guards those in need. If this connection is as stable as its dimension, they will find their ways back to each other with but a wish.

This is not fear.

Certitude sinks into the mass, its body and mind and everything in-between.

Hey Lovelies! I wrote a Oneshot so it would finally leave my brain alone. This is an AU where the jade twins are a generation older and Lan Zhan got cursed and was forgotten by the world. Stuff still happened and Wei Wuxian had to deal with it alone, until he couldn't anymore and asked for help where he was sure at least the Wens would be protected. Anyway. I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day.

Edit as I have forgotten it originally. This whole thing was inspired by this beautiful art piece made by @lotuslate

It would be all right, Garvanos told himself, looking at the building in front of him. It would be alright.

It would be alright.

In the bright, clear afternoon air the Royal Court Theatre, looking over a grand plaza and facing a high-towering sand stone church, appeared a lot smaller than at night when it had been alight with the soft glow of chandeliers, glistening against the darkness like a jewel.

Garvanos drew a deep breath and tried his best to let the sweet spring air calm his nerves. It would be all right. He would do fine here. He could sing – sing well enough for the Scala at the very least. He was used to getting on very little. He would try – and very likely fail – to find someone to share a place with, but Dresden was big and probably crawling with poor artists, looking for the same prospect. Maybe with some luck he could find some of his kind and have some reprieve there.

Christopher is unsure how this is supposed to work. If it was supposed to work at all. But the one thing he knows is: he needs it to work.

Throwing back his head, eyes closed, he uses his left hand to guide Gyth to his dick. Gyth lets him. At first, it feels wrong. Then again, Christopher thinks absentmindedly, people say gay sex is wrong. So, he could just as well be with an eldritch monster in the first place.

His voice is but a breathy hiss when the tentacle slides against his sensitive skin. He gasps as Gyth lifts him up higher, slow and careful, to have better access to his lower half. He curls his tentacle around the base of Christopher’s dick – slick and slow, it twirls around it, to the tip.

Christopher bends his back, fighting the urge to thrust forward. The sensation of Gyth’s hot tentacle is incredible – it gently rubs against the slit on his glans – and then pulls him forward by his cock with just the right amount of force.

Following the motion, back and forth once more, Christopher stifles a moan. His ass is steadied by the powerful bouquet of tentacles behind him, caressing his buttcheeks, twirling around his trembling legs. And arms. He won’t fall down, he’s safe and sound in place.

They quickly find their rhythm. Christopher now gives in to the temptation of looking at Gyth’s giant body in front of him – below him, too. Everchanging shreds of floating flesh, stroking him here and there. The whale song returns, cradling Christopher beautifully in this warm embrace.

Gyth wraps gentle tendrils around his wrists, where he must undoubtedly feel Christopher’s pulse going crazy. When his eyes flutter close again, more tentacles travel up his body. Not to overtake him but to stroke his chest. Gyth attaches suckers to his torso, over his nipples, and starts sucking gently in all those places, sending sparks of pleasure through Christopher’s pliant body.

A loud moan tears from his mouth, followed by labored breaths, and he desperately leans into the touch – God, he feels dirty right now –

Rhythmically, Gyth squeezes his dick. He is beautifully curled around it. He attaches the tiny suckers by the tentacle’s tip to Christopher’s glans to mirror the sucking on his nipples, wet and hot and soft.

He’s so big but his touches so focused, so controlled…

It is unbelievable, Christopher will think later, to be had by an eldritch abomination that he knows could tear him limb from limb but feeling safe under its touch. Not being creeped out. Not caring where up and down is anymore.

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Like what you're reading? This is from the first smut scene of my self-published monster romance novel "Far Beyond The Moon"! You can get it at playstore | amzn | kobo | Everand | BoD and more ☆

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English reading sample | Jack’s Odyssey – Chapter 4

For many generations, there was a legend on Jack’s home planet of Basteton that on a distant planet called Earth, his species would be treated as gods. Authorities eagerly recruited promising candidates for an ambitious space program to test the truth of the legend. It turned out to be much more difficult than initially thought. In addition to the technical challenges of developing a spaceship…

– extract  from The Shifting by Mackenzie Brown