Chapter 32

Samira
“Each tunnel below branches off into almost a house. Each den has multiple rooms, but the one in the center of all this is enormous. You feel the truest essence of ‘packhouse’…. The ways to make a hole in the ground feel like home has been long forgotten, lost by my people…. This is where Grendel used to live…. Mighty shoes I could never fill walked these halls in mortal terms…. But my home is wherever you are….. We can go exploring if you like. The deeper in, the older the artifacts.” He encouraged.
“I’d rather stay up here…. It’s really homely… Like I feel like I’m at home.” It didn’t feel like a hole in the dirt…. It really did feel like I belonged here.
“Listen.” He said with a smile.
I didn’t hear anything….
I just noticed more little homely touches he’d added. There was a woven grass floor rug, a wind-up clock, and large chunks of firewood were nailed into the wall to hold books, knickknacks, and hang coats. There was even a toilet with plumbing here…. It kind of sat on a concrete pedestal, looking DIY, but to be honest, I was just grateful that there was one.
Tyson had a 40-inch tv, and an Arrowzon stick for entertainment too. There were posters on the walls of major superheroes and he had a bookshelf with figurines on them…
“It’s quiet?” I asked, and he nodded.
“It’s Quiet.” He said with a smile. “No buzzing of mortal minds, no shoe-steps, talking, and best of all: No Begging, fearful damned.”
Tyson stretched his arms out and fell flat on his back in the grass. “If I could make this the castle, I would. It would be Great. I could dig out an office, and be an actual werewolf. No suit, no tie, just-” He shifted.
I watched him wiggle around on his back. [Peace.]
“Yeah there’s peace, but what about pants?” I asked.
He shifted and sat up. “So… You *do* understand me sometimes.”
“Nothing gets past you.” I mumbled.
“Not much. My guess is your purity fizzled out the language sharing spell. It’s cast on its own with the bond.” He stood, and we both sat on the bed. “When we get home tonight, I’ll fix it. For now, let’s just enjoy being naked.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Pants.” I demanded.
“Boo, who needs clothes.” He said kissing me on the forehead. “Then how will I see those rockin tits.”
“Really?” I said shaking my head.
His grin showed his dimples.
“WE *both* need clothes Mr. Cock Out.” I countered.
“Yeah, but not right now.” He said going in the dresser that was topped by the tv, and pulled out a single set of clothes. He shimmied on shorts, and I put on the black shirt. we snuggled together on the giant stuffed bed. He got the remote, and turned on the TV.
We watched the Arrowzon series Da Boyz, and I had to admit… the show Tyson likes is too graphic for my taste, but it is filled with drama… I held onto his arm worried for LightStar, since she kind of reminded me of myself…
She seemed like a nice human raised by good parents …and the superheroes were ‘super’… but not ‘heroes’…. I don’t think Tyson gave much thought into the death… He sat there blankly, though I could feel he was enjoying himself.
For a short time, we shared some privacy. It didn’t have to be sex; just his hold was nice… My heat felt like it was in remission.
“It is.” Said Tyson casually. “It’s because I was so rough… ” He said that as if he was worried he’d hurt me, and I was hiding it or something. “You’re hiding your distaste poorly.” He countered.
“You weren’t too rough; you did exactly what I asked for….. and I didn’t want to ruin this” I mumbled. He gave me the remote.
“My grandmother used to say ‘a closed mouth doesn’t get fed.’ You can open up to me.” He said looking at the ceiling. “You don’t have to be afraid I’ll lose my temper, or that I’m happy so long as I have my way… I’m not *exactly* an actual demon you know.”
“I think you misunderstand me too.” I said looking Tyson in the eyes…They were a beautiful amber… “I don’t know what you mean by your saying… but I’m not a delicate unicorn who is startled so easily… This is just too graphic, but I enjoy our time together…. I didn’t want to be the wet blanket to disrupt it, like right now.”
His gentle smile told me I was overthinking this. We shared a silent moment. I rested my head on his chest, and his heart was soft and steady, while mine raced from his hold.
“It means if you don’t speak up, no one will notice there’s a problem. You could have told me you weren’t enjoying yourself. I don’t like that I casually catch it while the episode changes.”
I held onto his arm. “It isn’t that I’m not… just… How do you feel when you see Homebody rip someone up like that?” I just used him as an example.
“Hungry. He’s wasting good meat.” Tyson said that casually. “I won’t sugar coat it; it’ll give you cavities.” He grinned.
“You’re being mean.” I complained playfully. I tried pouting like a foal, but he didn’t buy it.
“I’m not.” He whined back. “This is.”
He pinned me under him and kissed my forehead.
“Oh no I’m trapped under this great and terrible demon.” I wiggled a little, but I didn’t actually try to escape.
“…. Oh You’re *Awful*.” He laughed. “I’m not having sex with you on my beanbag bed. It took me 2 hours to assemble it, and the cover takes TOO long to unzip. I got some Lehgos though around here somewhere.”
“You didn’t just stuff the cotton in did you?” I asked.
“This one came unassembled…. It’s literally just shoved in there.” He admitted. “Hey, at least this one didn’t get incinerated…. *NOT* because I got frustrated.”
“It was.” I teased. He nibbled my neck. It felt good, and his grip made me moan.
“Stop that.” He complained, but now I moaned to be cheeky. “Samira!”
“I can be your bad girl.” I said in his ear.
“You can go home if you keep that up. You’re not slick.” He mumbled back as sexily as he could.
“Soggy hooves.” I grunted. I could go again….
“That’s… really cute. Denied little rabbit. Again, you aren’t slick.” I tried grabbing his cock to mess with him, but he rolled off me to dodge. “Help, she doesn’t want to play Lehgos!” He laughed, fully erect.
“Oh Whatever!” I blushed. “And I’m a *horse* thank you.” I countered.
“Yeah, a bad one.” He kissed my forehead.
“Let me pick a show before we end up ruining your bean bag.”
We both snorted a small chuckle from that.
“Alright. I want to watch your favorite show, and it better *not* be My Tiniest Horsey. My mom used to hold us hostage while she watched the reruns…. You’d think Sky was her mother I swear.” He shook his head, smiling slightly.
“My mom’s old TV show isn’t my favorite show.” I giggled.
Mom voice acted a show that ran a total of 70 seasons… It was a show where unicorns were ‘imaginary’, but appear to naughty children. It taught both human and supernatural alike to share and be good friends, all while stopping ‘Xax’ the evil goat who wanted to destroy the cloud kingdom of ClipClopia.
I cringe even now… Hopefully no one will ever know that if they bring back the series… mom asked me to play the Queen….
The merchandise from that show literally funded the castle’s renovations…. There wasn’t a kid in the ‘90’s who didn’t have a stuffed unicorn with a patch of a heart of clover on their tummy.
But now I was slightly ashamed…. It was Rupert Bear… He put me in his lap, and leaned into my ear.
“Your fear is hot.” He snarled.