Avery the Immortal: Part Ten (complete)

Mama always has people coming and going from her house. Much like with me, she takes in people she believes needed help, as well as apprentices who study under her. The house is always full, and there’s always someone in one of the spare bedrooms. I very rarely have a moment to myself, and it slowly becomes annoying.

Mama constantly assures me that all these things are temporary, and they are, but when they happen back to back it doesn’t much feel that way. I try working around the stream of visitors, doing my chores as I’m supposed to. Most of them don’t take the time to get to know me - not that I try befriending them. The only people I ever really talk to are Iggy and Mama.

Iggy has his own room in the basement, and I often go down there when I feel it’s getting too loud in the house. Iggy has the right idea, keeping to himself, where everything is quiet and still. I feel as if I can breathe down there.

“I’m going to have to start charging you rent,” Iggy scoffs one day. His wolfish features pinch as he says this.

I looked away from my video game and blink at him. “How much?”

Iggy grumbles under his breath and shakes his head. “You know, I’m starting to think of you as a spoiled brat.”

I look back at my game again. “How come?”

Iggy snatches the controller away from me. “This,” he snaps, pointing at the television. “You think you can come down here and invade my privacy? Just because I look like some teenage mutant werewolf doesn’t mean you get to take over my place when you’re uncomfortable upstairs!” He jabs a long, knobbly finger towards the stairs. “I have my right to sanctuary too. If you’re having such issues with Mama’s apprentices, I suggest you take that up with them and set boundaries.”

I stand up from the bed. “All you need to do is ask. Otherwise I won’t know.”

Iggy exhales loudly and drops his shoulders. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that.” He starts to straighten up the bed. “I thought immortals were supposed to be smart.”

“I could be if I had the words.” I look down at my hoodie and dust the wolf hair from the front. “You shed a lot.”

Iggy gives me a withering scowl, and his lip curls over his dangerous-looking fangs. “I hadn’t fucking noticed.” He turns off the game.

“You’ve been staying around a lot lately.” I tilt my head as I watch him clean his room. “You usually don’t do that.”

Iggy turns his head back to glare at me. “Your point?”

I shrug. “I dunno. It doesn’t seem like you is all. Don’t you like hunting?”

“I just wanted some time at home, or as close to home as I can get,” he scoffs. He narrows his eyes ay me. “Why? What do you think is going on?”

I shake my head. “You think I can read your mind?”

There’s a knock on the door at the top of the stairs. It opens, and Mama steps inside. “Boys, I’ve got lunch ready. Me and Yael made something special.”

I grimace. Yael has been the worst.

“Yael is still here?” Iggy exclaims. “I thought they left.”

I frown as Iggy heads towards the stairs. “No.”

Yael is an apprentice of Mama’s, and perhaps one of her better ones. They come and go as they please, but Mama is always happy to have them around. Everyone seems charmed by Yael, except for me. There’s something about them that just doesn’t sit right with me.

Iggy is already upstairs when I make my way up. He always seems excited when Yael is around, and I can never understand why. Yael is around my height, with a stronger build and deep olive skin. Their thick, black hair is kept short around the sides, and fluffed into a pompadour at the top. 

“There he is,” Yael says with a smirk as I walk into the kitchen. “I’ve barely seen you around today. Where have you been hiding?”

“He likes hiding down in my room,” Iggy replies. His tail wags over the edge of the chair. 

Yael glances at me with a smile. “Maybe I should try it some time.”

I remain silent as I sit down at the table. 

“Mama and I made latkes,” Yael announced as they set plates on the table. “I’ve been teaching her my grandmother’s recipe.”

“Hash browns?” I poke at my plate.

“Avery, be nice,” Mama scolds as she sits at the table. “They’re very good. Just try them and be grateful.”

I sigh heavily as I look at my food. Iggy seems excited to try it, and instantly takes a bite before beaming at Yael. “These are very good! Thank you.”

“I figured since I’m here I might as well do some cooking,” Yael says with a smile. “Have you tried them yet, Avery? What do you think?”

I take a bite, chewing slowly. I am a bit unnerved by the way Yael is watching me from their seat. “It’s okay,” I murmur. “Pretty good.”

Yael’s smile grows. “I know Iggy doesn’t like onions, so they aren’t exactly like how my grandmother made them. But I think they still turned out good.”

Why are they still talking about the stupid food? I shake my head as I try to enjoy my meal regardless.

That evening, I come out of my room to get a drink from the kitchen. As I walk inside, I see the fridge open. Yael straightens up with with a beer in their hand. They’re wearing only a tank top and underwear, showing off a bit more than usual.

“Oh, hey,” Yael smiles. “Finally coming out of your hiding spot?”

I open the fridge to get a bottle of water out. “Just needed something to drink.”

I can feel Yael’s eyes on me, almost as if their long, dark lashes were touching me. As I stand back up, I notice them biting their lip.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Yael leans back against the counter with the beer. Their arms flex, and the tank top rises up over their dark green underwear. Their dick seems to be having a hard time staying in their silk panties.

I shrug. “Whatever Mama has me up to.”

Yael laughs as their eyes run over me. “That’s good, I suppose. Have you seen any good movies lately?”

I shake my head. “I don’t really care for movies.”

“I get it.” They take a sip of beer. “But you know, sometimes going to the movies can be pretty fun. Especially if you go with someone you like.”

“I saw Sister Act with Mama once. That was okay. She had more fun than I did.”

Yael chuckles. “Well, someone besides Mama.” Their voice sounds lower. “Someone you could go with and maybe not even watch the movie.”

I furrow my brow. “Then what would be the point?”

Yael sets their beer on the counter. “I’m sure someone like you could find something to do in a dark, quiet room with someone else.” They take a step towards me and wink. “Doesn’t have to be a theatre.”

I quickly avert my eyes. “I like being outside sometimes.”

“Lots to do outside too.” Yael picks up the beer again. “Do you like camping?”

“I used to be homeless.”

Yael sputters and chokes on their beer, which I enjoy. “Oh, shit. That’s right, I’m sorry.” They wipe their mouth with the back of their hand. “I… well, what about swimming?”

I shrug again. “I go with Iggy sometimes. If you want to go swimming and camping, he’s the one you should ask about this stuff.”

“Yeah, but you’re so much more fun to talk to.” Yael smiles as they walk past me. “I’ll be up for a while if you want to keep talking.”

“No, I’m good.”

I wait until they’re gone before I go back to my room. I decide that in the morning, I i’ll have to talk to Mama about it. I can’t put my finger on it, but sometimes the way Yael acts around me feels weird.

I wake up early, like always, finding Mama already in the kitchen making her coffee. I sit down at the table while she pours her cup. “We need to talk,” I gumble.

“Oh, dear,” mama sighs. “What’s the matter?”

I look up at her, then glance away. “It’s about Yael.”

“Ah.” She sits down with her coffee and sighs. “I know you have a hard time getting close to people, but I don’t know why Yael would be such a difficult case for you.”

I shrug. “There’s just something about them. Like last night. I came into the kitchen to get water and they just started talking to me.”

Mama tried to hide her smile. “Oh, how awful for you,” she tuts.

“They kept looking at me and like, winking. They said we should go to the movies, even though I told them I don’t like movies. Then they suggested camping or swimming together.” I shake my head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with them.”

Mama rolls her eyes. “I know you’re not fast on the uptake, baby, but I know you have some common sense hiding somewhere in you.” She gives me a stern look. “Yael likes you, you idiot.”

I frown hard.

“They were flirting with you!” Mama laughs. 

I narrow my eyes even more at her. “Yael was what?”

Mama sighs as she gathers her thoughts. “Avery, my baby,” she chuckles. “You are a very handsome young man, by most people’s standards.”

I cock my brow. “Most people?”

Mama scoffs. “You’re tall, lithe, and have beautiful hair, not to mention a pretty cute face.” She gives me a soft smile. “You’re very handsome, Avery. A real catch by most standards. Yael is seeing this and trying to catch your attention too.”

“Is that why they wear those silk panties around the house?” I ask.

Mama opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it. “Yael isn’t subtle, baby. So I would say probably.”

“They should just go and hang out with Iggy then. He seems to enjoy it when Yael is around.”

Mama hums. “Well, that’s not how liking someone works. Sometimes we can’t control who our heart races for, or who catches our eye. Sometimes we’re just powerless to those sorts of forces.”

I glance down at the floor, where I can see some of the coffee grounds Mama spilled while filling the pot. I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath. “Well, that’s all I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Listen,” Mama murmurs, “if Yael makes you uncomfortable, and you don’t like their flirting, all you can do is be upfront with them. Just tell them you want to be friends. Talk to Yael rather than avoiding them.”

I go down to Iggy’s room after breakfast, intending to stay down there until Yael leaves that afternoon. But it feels like they’re never going to leave, and the batteries on my game are getting very low. Iggy is reading, but I can tell he’s a little unfocused. He keeps having to turn back pages in order to re-read things. Eventually, he sets his book aside and sits up in bed.

“Hey, so, uh… I know you and Yael talk sometimes,” he starts.

I scoff. “They corner me when they can.”

“Yeah.” Iggy clears their throat. “Anyway, I was wondering... do you know if Yael is seeing anyone? Maybe if you know their type, or…”

I sit up in the beanbag chair. “Mama says they’re flirting with me.”

Iggy’s expression shifts suddenly. His eyes widen, and his mouth hangs open a little more. His eyes dart back and forth as he forces a smile. “Ah, oh… Okay, yeah.” He sinks back on his bed. “Okay. Cool.”

I furrow my brow at him. “Why?”

Iggy grimaces. “You have all the luck.”

“What do you mean?” I stand up as Iggy presses his back against the wall and turns his head from me.

“Nothing,” Iggy growls. “Don’t worry about it.”

I sit down on the edge of the bed. “You seem upset. Not that I would really know, but… I do kind of know you. You’re my friend, I think.”

Iggy lifts his head and looks at me. “Holy shit, it’s human.”

“No,” I shake my head. “But I try.”

Iggy huffs and leans forward with his shoulders hunched. “I’m hideous, Avery.”

“Oh,” I whisper. I don’t know how to respond, but I at least want him to know I am listening to him. 

Iggy holds his head in his hands. “I look like a slab of roadkill peeled off the asphalt and left to rot. I know that. Everyone who sees me does. I’m so fucking aware of it, especially when Yael is around.”

I tilt my head down. “Have they said something to you?”

“No, I don’t think they would ever say anything mean. They’re like Mama like that.” He wiggles his jaw from side to side. “But they’re so beautiful and sexy,” he groans, cocking his head up and whacking it against the wall.

“Oh! You like them.” It clicks for me, a little slowly, but I’m aware of such things because of my talk with Mama.

“Yes,” he growls. “How could I not? Yael is just so… perfect.”

“I dunno,” I murmur. “They wear too little underwear sometimes.”

Iggy gapes at me. “How the fuck would you know that?”

“They walk around in it at night a lot.” Iggy’s eyes are growing wider, and his tongue is pressing behind his teeth at the corner. “They need to go up a size, because it feels like they’ll pop out at any second.” I lean towards him. “You okay?”

“I need to go upstairs more often.” Iggy flops over onto the bed and covers his head with a pillow. “This is hopeless!”

“What is?” I ask. 

“I told you,” he grumbles. “I’m hideous, I’m roadkill, I’m a teenager mutant ninja werewolf.” He sighs heavily and sniffles. “But I’m so lonely, Avery.”

“I’m right here.”

Iggy tosses a pillow at me and glares at me. “That’s not what I mean! I’m lonely, I want someone! But I know it will never happen because I look like...” he waves his hands down his body and shrinks again. “I just need to get over it and start getting used to always being alone.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur.

He shakes his head. “I know you’re not good with these sorts of things, Avery. No need to try and force it.”

“No, really,” I move closer to him. “You are my friend, really my only one. So… I do want you to be happy. I really am sorry you think this way.”

“What other way is there?”

I think for a moment. “Maybe you just need to come out of hiding more. Maybe, like… if Yael knew you better, rather than as the creepy guy in the basement, they’d also like you too.”

Iggy gives me a sad, kicked-puppy look. “They said that?”

I shake my head. “No, that’s just what you seem like. Isn’t it?”

He grimaces. “You think I’m creepy?”

“I mean, sometimes. But the point is - Yael doesn’t know you, so how can they like you? Sometimes it takes more than face value to see someone’s worth.”

Iggy sniffles, wiping his face. “Where did you learn that? That actually sounds useful,” he laughs.

“I think it was Barney.” I scrunch up my face as I try to remember. “Maybe it was Mr. Rogers?”

Iggy laughs a little harder. “You need to get out more.”

I nod. “Probably, but so do you. Yael is nice. And like you said, they’re like Mama in a lot of ways, so I don’t think they are a bad person in the least.” I look up at Iggy as he sits up a little more. “Just talk to them.”

“But they like you,” Iggy protests.

“They’ll get over it.” I shrug and flop my arms out. “After all, if I hadn’t saved your life, would you have given me the time of day after getting to know me?”

“Wow. That’s sad, Avery.”

“That’s me,” I exhale. “But seriously, I’m sure they’ll get over me in time. You’ve just gotta put your best foot forward. Maybe you should wear some silk panties around. That might get their attention.”

“Please, no. No one needs that in their eyes,” Iggy groans. 

“Is your dick weird too?” I ask.

Iggy scowls at me and I realize I’ve crossed a line. “My bad. Sorry.” I sink back away from him. “Then… movies! They kept talking about swimming movies or something.”

“Swimming movies?” Iggy furrows his brow. “I don’t know any swimming movies.”

“Then maybe just movies. We could do a movie night or something.”

Iggy smiles. “Yeah, that could be fun.”

I go upstairs for lunch to find Yael at the table. They’re reading the newspaper while absently poking at their food. As I walk into the kitchen, their eyes light up and they smile. “Hanging out with Iggy?” they ask.

I nod and turn to the fridge, then stop. “You know, you could too.”

Yael furrows their brow. 

“Hang out with Iggy,” I cough as I sit down at the table. “Actually, Iggy and I were thinking about watching some movies tonight in his room.”

Yael’s eyebrows raise. “Oh, yeah?” They push their plate aside and close the paper. “What were you thinking about watching?”

I press my lips into a firm line. “That wasn’t discussed.”

Yael laughs, tossing their head back. “Well, if you trust my judgement, I can go out to the rental place and get a few tapes. Give the two of you a nice surprise.”

“Sure. I think Iggy would like that.”

Yael gives me the once-over before smiling at me again. “What’s Iggy’s deal?” They ask. “I don’t feel it’s my place to ask, and I don’t want to make the poor guy feel self-conscious, but… I’m just dying to know.”

“He was bit by a rougarou,” I state simply. “Mama and I managed to save him and stop the curse from spreading.” I scowl as I remember that night. “I wasn’t fast enough though.”

Yael hums and purses out their lips. “He seems nice.”

“He is,” I agree readily. “He’s just shy, kind of scared.”

Yael smirks and leans back in their chair. “Well, if you like him, then he must be really something.”

I look back up at them with a pinched brow. “Huh?”

Yael shrugs. “I don’t want to offend you or anything,” they chuckle nervously. They rub the back of their neck. “You’re very standoffish, kind of cold.” 

I smile softly. “I know. No worries. I don’t offend easily, or at all.”

“But you’re hot, so I guess you can get away with it.” Yael breaks into a big grin.

I touch my forehead to check my temperature before I catch Yael’s gist. “Well, thanks, I suppose. I think you can find better than me.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Yael sighs. “But sometimes people have this bad habit of getting attached to someone. Or better yet, the idea of someone.”

I frown. “I’m not one to get attached to. I’m not good… per se. I barely understand why Mama tolerates me. And I’m not one for romance or relationships of that nature. Not since…” I bite my cheek and shake my head. “You should let go of your idea, Yael. It might be better for everyone.”

Yael sighs and leans against the table. “Kind of figured. But I have a way of getting my hopes up and dreaming really big.” They exhale loudly, blowing their lips out as they do. “I suppose that’s why I keep coming back here.”

I cock my head inquisitively. 

Yael picks up their fork and starts poking at their food again. “I keep having all these big plans that blow up in my face. As it stands, Mama is the only one who will take me in.”

“She’s good at that.” I smile at Yael. “Well, whatever your reasons are, I don’t mind us being friends. I’ve just found out that I only have one, so…”

“That’s fine,” Yael nods. “At least you can be honest. It’s refreshing.” I smile at them as they stand up. “Well...” Yael stretches and pops their back. “I guess I’ll go pick out a couple of movies. You like skin flicks? Iggy too?”

I have no clue. “Sure?” I shrug. “Who doesn’t?”

Yael chuckles. “I’ll pick one out, then. Maybe the three of us can bond over it.” They toss out their uneaten food, then wash the dish. “I’ll see you later.”

I wave as they leave, and relax a bit. “Okay good. This should be fun.”

That evening, Iggy and I are sitting together in his basement room when the door opens. Yael comes down the stairs, wearing a tank top with open slits at the sides and harem pants. Iggy fidgets in place, glancing at me nervously, and then staring at Yael.

“Got a couple of good ones.” Yael sets them down for us to go through. “Got that skin flick too, Avery.”

Iggy flinches. “You asked for a skin flick?”

I turn and look at him so Yael can’t see, mouthing ‘I don’t know’ to him.

“Thought if we got restless we could pop it in and enjoy the ride,” Yael chuckles. 

They take one of the movies and pop it into the VCR. We watch a couple of movies, enjoying each others company, I suppose. I notice that Iggy and Yael are both sitting on the bed while I’m sitting on the floor in the beanbag chair. I guess that's a good sign. The two of them seem to be laughing and enjoying the same parts of the movie. Meanwhile, I’m fading in and out, losing my train of thought between their laughter.

Yael nudges my shoulder. “Here, Avery.” They hand a tape to me. “Put this one on now.” Their smile is mischievous, and Iggy seems nervous, but I go ahead and put it in anyway. 

“What’s it called?” Iggy sounds anxious.

I look at the front of the tape. “Hungry Poundings 4.” I frown as I look back at Yael. “What about one through three?”

“This is the best one,” they smirk. “It’ll be okay.”

I sigh and turn it on, going back to my seat as the titles roll. The graphics seem weird.

“Uh, Avery?” Iggy clears his throat. “You sure you want to watch this?”

“No,” I sigh. “But I’ve not really liked any of the movies we’ve watched tonight.”

Once it starts, the acting is awful. The two guys on screen seem to be talking about some sort of party, but everything is stilted and hamfisted. “You sure this is the right movie?” I ask.

“Eh, you know how these movies go. They gotta get some plot in before they all start banging,” Yael huffs.

I glance up at Yael with a confused expression. “Banging what? Doors?” 

Yael wants to be confused as well, but then their eyes light up. “Oh, look!” They start laughing. 

I turn to the screen. One of the guys has his cock out while the other is stroking him off. “They can do that in movies?” I balk.

Yael snickers and leans back. “This isn’t even the good part. We don’t get to that until the pool party starts.” Yael taps my shoulders. “Why not come up here and join Iggy and me, Avery?”

I shake my head as I focus on the screen. “That doesn’t look safe! Why is he standing on that chair to… oh!”

Behind me, Yael cuddles up closer to Iggy. They put their hand on Iggy’s leg and rub. Iggy glances down at them, then quickly turns his head away. 

“You’re kind of cute when you’re acting shy.” Yael leans into him. “You don’t mind if I get close during the scary parts?”

“This is a porno,” Iggy gulps. 

“Yeah, so relax and enjoy the sights.” Yael smirks at him. “I intended us to bond a little tonight. Avery said you were a little lonely, so I wanted to keep you company.”

“That can’t be good for his neck,” I remark as I look at the screen. “Maybe I should go get more popcorn?” I stand up from my seat. “Ya’ll want anything else?”

“Bring a beer for me,” Yael replies. 

“Yeah, uh, popcorn is fine.” Iggy clears his throat.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Avery heads up the stairs, leaving Yael and I alone. I gulped down the nervous knot welling up in my throat, but it won’t go away. I fidget in place. Being so close to Yael is making me all sorts of hot and bothered, not just watching the porno. 

“Hey,” Yael whispers to me. “While he’s gone, wanna fool around a bit?”

I yelp and look at them in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, come on.” Yael smirks up at me and licks their lips. Their eyes dart down to my crotch, then back up at me. “What do you say?”

I tense up and shake my head. “No. It’s okay.”

Yael arches their brow. “Something wrong?”

I clamp my mouth shut and shrug. “No, it’s just…”

Yael kisses my cheek and neck, moaning softly as their lips part against my skin. “I think you’re kind of cute. Sure, you’re different, but sometimes that’s a good thing.” They place their leg over mine. “Besides, a big guy like you on top of me sounds like a lot of fun.”

I think my heart has exploded into a million pieces. There is no way this is happening to me, of all people! Yael is so beautiful, and I really do look like roadkill.

“Here.” Yael’s fingers brush up my thigh and grope the inseam of my jeans. “I’ll take care of you.” They undo the button and lower the zipper. My underwear bulges forward, and Yael bites their bottom lip at the sight.

“I hope to god this isn’t a sock.” Yael tugs down my underwear, revealing my cock. They suck in a sharp breath and their lips part open into a perfect ‘O’. “My, my, my. Where have you been hiding this thing, Iggy?” They sit up in front of me as they stroke my cock. They tuck their long hair behind their ear with a look in their eyes I’ve never seen before. They are eager, excited, almost like a kid in a candy store.

“Well,” I moan as they touch me.

Yael tugs down my pants further. “You even have a knot! Please excuse me while I drool a moment.”

“I, uh...” I can’t hide how much I want this. Someone like Yael is taking pleasure in my body. I have not felt confident in myself since I changed. My cock got a bit bigger, sure, but it it’s little crooked, and the knot makes me feel freakish. The head is a little sharp too, almost like an arrowhead.

Yael grins at me. “Mind if I have a taste?”

“Taste?” I gasp. “I mean… you don’t have to if you don’t…”

"I want to.” Yael dips down, swirling their tongue over the glans before suckling it.

I grip the bed, afraid to sink my sharp fingers into Yael. I let out a wild cry as Yael’s mouth sinks further onto my cock. Their moans sound wonderful. They feel even better as they vibrate along my shaft.

“Oh… oh, wow!” I pant. My black tongue hangs from my lips.

Yael pulls up, slurping as they do. “Having fun?”

I’m a little shaky, but I nod. “Yeah. You’re… you’re really good at that.”

Yael leans in, kissing me as they stroke me. “Thank you! Mind if I keep going?”

“You really want to?” I gasp.

Yael takes me back into their mouth, bobbing their head up and down while moaning. I lean back against the wall, watching them in shock. I’ve had feelings for Yael since they first came to Mama, but never in a million years would I have dreamed they would ever like me, let alone be doing this at all.

I cup the back of their head, taking their hair into my hand and slowly comb my fingers down their scalp. I wrap my fingers around the back of their neck, massaging there. Yael’s eyes flick up to me, and I can no longer take it. I come without warning, shooting semen down their throat and tongue. As they lift up it splashes on their face and neck, but they smile.

“Fuck,” they pant after swallowing. 

“Sorry!” I pant. “I couldn’t help it! I…”

Yael kisses me, swirling their tongue in my mouth. I can faintly taste myself on them. “Been a while, huh?” Yael straddles my lap. “I’m surprised you lasted half that long. Don’t worry, I can do it again later,” they say with a grin. 

I glance down their body. “I, uh… what about you?”

“What about me?” Yael purrs.

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat, then tug open the elastic waistband of their pants. I see the silk panties that Avery kept mentioning, but they are tented by Yael’s erect cock. 

“It’s pretty,” I moan. “Like a rose.” I brush my fingers along it, but seeing their perfect cock in my ugly fingers makes me recoil.

“Hey,” Yael grabs my hand. They take my fingers, sucking each one and placing them back in their pants. “Go ahead. I want you to.” They bite their lip as my fingers wrap around their cock. “God, that’s sexy,” Yael moans.

The basement door opens as Avery returns, and Yael slips away. They pull a blanket over our laps.

“Here.” Avery hands Yael the beer, which they immediately drink.

Avery sets the popcorn down on the table and looks back at the screen. “How the fuck are they still going at it?” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, then sits back down on the floor.

Under the blanket, Yael pulls my hand back over. I look at them warningly, but they just smile at me. My fingers wrap around their cock, and Yael bites down on their lip. I stroke them slowly at first, but Yael looks at me and I know to go faster.

“Do people really find this entertaining?” Avery asks. “I mean...” He tilts his head as if trying to look at something upside down. “That one guy can’t be comfortable with all… one, two, three, four, five… What the fuck is happening?”

Yael presses their mouth against my arm. Their expression is strained, and they bite me. They grunt, grinding into my hand as they come. I pull back the covers just enough to see them spurting over my fingers.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Avery stands up. “I’m going to bed. You two do whatever you want.”

“You sure?” Yawl pants. “The big finishing number is the good part.”

Avery shakes his head. “I simply can’t watch anymore.”

As he goes upstairs Yael and I wait with bated breath. Once he’s gone, Yael is right on top of me. They kiss me and push me down, straddling my hips as their body rubs against mine.

“Once you’re good and ready,” Yael pants, “I want you inside me.”

I feel lightheaded. “Well, I...” I laugh nervously. “If that’s what you want.”

“I like monster dick,” Yael laughs. “So have fun trying to get rid of me now.”