Harry's Beast: A Monster/Curvy Girl Romance, page 6
I come then, my body locking down on his as I convulse around him.
His fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me faster. “You’re a goddamn miracle, my perfect, beautiful girl,” he growls as he continues thrusting.
Then he’s coming again. It’s less of a water fountain this time, but I can still feel the pressure of his release and it triggers another small climax for me. Me legs shake until I collapse under him.
He pulls out and uses my bath towel to clean us up, then he cuddles against me.
“You’re the miracle,” I tell him. Then I fall asleep.
epilogue
Jace
Several months later…
“Are you nervous?” Harriet asks. She’s standing in our bathroom, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.
I’m standing behind her while she finishes putting on her make-up.
“No, not nervous. Excited, but mostly grateful.”
She gives me a teary smile, then dabs at her eyes. “Don’t make me mess up my face.”
“Your face is perfect, just like the rest of you.”
She turns and puts her arms up and around my neck. “I love you and I’m so proud of you.”
I pull her to me, just holding her against me. So much has changed since Harriet came into my life, besides the obvious of not having a painful erection for all eternity. She’s brought so much joy, not just into my life, but into our town. She loves so unconditionally, so thoroughly; she’s made me a better man. Satyr, whatever.
“Do you remember before we met that you thought I was on the spectrum?”
She laughs and leans back to look at me. “I do. Forgive me if I think that most of the smartest, most creative people in the world are on the spectrum. Steven spoiled me with the way he views the world.” She shakes her head. “It would have perfectly explained your reclusive nature and being camera shy.”
“True. Instead, I have fucking horns and goat ears.” I wiggle them which sends her into a giggle fit. She loves my stupid ears, what can I say?
“We should go, or we’re going to be late,” she says.
“Is this the one I should wear?” I ask, tugging on my kilt. Yes, I can finally wear clothes again. I’m still sizable enough that going commando is a perfect solution for me.
“Yes, that one is my favorite. I love the colors.”
It’s a black, white and grey plaid with a thin line of hot pink running through it. It’s a reminder to her that I’m hers and she’s mine.
It doesn’t take us too long to get downtown and to Down the Rabbit Hole. It’s my first time playing here in a really long time. The townspeople are getting used to me being out and among them again, but I was saving this return for something special.
When we step into the bar, it’s already crowded. I put a hand on Harriet’s hip and pull her closer to me.
“You’ve got this,” she says.
We walk to the front so I can make my way to the piano, then Harriet shrieks!
“Steven! What are you doing here?” She practically pummels her brother in a bear hug.
“Hey sis,” he says, amusement lighting his tone and features.
We’ve video chatted with him several times and told him about the town and, well, all the monsters. He didn’t even really have many questions; said he couldn’t wait to visit. So, he and I have been making arrangements for this for a few weeks.
I hold my hand out to him. “Nice to finally meet you in person,” I say.
He smiles. “You actually do have goat legs.”
I laugh. “Yes, I really do.”
“Everyone is so different,” Steven says. He glances around the room.
“Is everyone being nice to you?” Harriet asks. “I don’t want to have to kick some monster ass, but I will.”
“Harry, stop,” Steven says.
The owner calls me over to the piano to discuss the basics with me. I listen idly, then see Vivian and Atticus walk in. Xander and Galina are sitting off to my left. Even Chris, the one-fanged cat is there with his girlfriend; she’s some sort of rodent. I’ve never met her, but I’m told she has whiskers and a long tail and twitches her pointed nose nervously.
Finally, it’s time for me to take my place at the piano and I just start playing. I have no planned set of songs; I’m just playing what I feel. I try to focus on more popular tunes rather than classical pieces so that the audience can sing if they want. I don’t sing, but I can clearly hear Harry’s voice out in the crowd.
I make it through several songs before I speak into the microphone in front of me.
“Thank you for the warm welcome. I’m going to take a short break, but I want to invite Steven Chambers up here to play for you. He has a special song he wants to share.”
Harriet gasps, putting her hand on her heart as her brother walks to the piano. I pat him on the back, then go and sit next to Harry. She leans over and kisses my cheek.
Steven’s voice clears, then he leans towards the microphone. “This is a song I wrote. It’s called Harriet’s Love.” Then his eyes close and his fingers fly over the keys. The piece is intricate and bold.
“Dance with me, beautiful,” I say, coming to my feet.
Harriet takes my hand and allows me to pull her to me, then we sway to the music.
“Happy?” I ask her.
“Deliriously so,” she says. Her cheek rests against my chest as we move together.
“Me too.”
The music slows in intensity and becomes soft and gentle. Steven’s a genius to have been able to capture every aspect of Harriet in one piece of music. It’s a masterpiece just like her.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring I’ve been carrying around with me for the last few weeks.
“Harriet?”
She hums against my chest.
“I want to ask you something. Because I think I could be happier, but I need your opinion.”
She leans back from my body. “You’re not happy?”
“Oh, I am. But I think I could be even happier,” I say.
Her brow furrows with a tiny frown.
I hold the ring up to her. “Would you be my wife?”
She squeals and pulls me closer. Then she kisses me. It’s hot and searching and needy.
Finally, she pulls back.
“Is that a yes?” I ask.
“Yes. Definitely a yes.”
I slide the ring on her finger. Seeing that band of metal wrapped around her digit does something to me. It’s a primal thing, I guess, though it seems kind of a silly thing for me to go all ancient cave-goat on her.
My dick hardens so quickly that I nearly get lightheaded. I press Harriet to my body.
“We might have to stay here close together for a little longer.”
She arches a brow at me.
“I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be hard in public.”
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Atticus
Once upon a time, I died.
It’s all right though, because I don’t think my story is quite over yet.
Practically speaking I am one of the undead. We’re known by plenty of strange names in popular culture, the most common of which is zombies.
I know what you’re thinking. That I’m a slow-moving, grunting ghoul with hollow eyes and brain particles hanging from my rotten teeth.
This is, in fact, not true. Okay, my eyes are kind of hollow since the transformation and they are a much more luminous green than before. Some might say like a radio-active green, but whatever.
The good news is, I don’t eat people, brains or otherwise.
I don’t grunt unless I’m really frustrated, but I’ve always done that. And I’m not any slower than a “normal” person. I try to stay in shape, which for me means walking everywhere. I own a car. Several, actually. But I stopped driving for … reasons.
That too vague for you? How about this: around twenty years ago, there was an accident in the town where I live. I won’t bore you with the details, but some people died, some people fled, and some people changed. That’s how I ended up a zombie.
I’m not the only zombie in town, but there are lots of other … monsters, too. While being one of the undead is no fun, a lot of other people have it way worse. Right after the transformation some of the other locals kept on changing. They went full-on monstrous. Got feral and dangerous.
At that time I stopped driving because I wasn’t sure if that would happen to me and I didn’t want to be in a vehicle if it did. So now I just walk everywhere.
Currently I’m taking my daily walk to Lucky Beans because Roan, the owner, keeps bovine brains stocked for me and invented some kind of caffeine-infused brain latte that really hits the spot.
I’m not planning to stay and drink in the shop today, but rather take my beverage to go. I’m not the most social guy. I was a reclusive nerd even when I was a human. Besides, something in the air has me feeling restless. I suspect it has something to do with the new housing incentives they’re doing in town to try and lure the humans back.
Humans. Because now, we—the collective remains of the citizens in Screaming Woods—are other.
Humans in a town full of others seems like a bad idea. Dangerous for all involved. But no one asked me.
The person I used to consider my closest friend is now the CEO of my company, since I obviously couldn’t be the face of Hunt Industries anymore. I still keep in communication; I just do so via video chats where I can manipulate the image of myself. Everyone thought I’d been in some sort of accident that had scarred me and that was the reason I now hid from the public.
I suppose I have a handful of friends here. Roan, who owns the coffee shop, but he is invisible, so that makes chatting awkward at best. There is Silas who no one can get too close to or else risk electrocution. Then there is Draven, whom I like quite a bit, but he is a grumpy sort who never leaves his castle. So, we keep our conversations strictly to the phone. He designs video games though and I play periodically, so we have technology in common.
Lucky Beans wasn’t busy yet.
“Morning Atticus,” Mel greeted me from behind the counter. Her little rodent-like nose twitched as she smiled and finished off the drink she was making. She is a porcupine-esque creature now with quills and everything; pretty cool.
“My usual, please.” I looked around the open space, searching for the metal mesh apron and gloves that Roan wears to protect the rest of us from his invisibility. His was the gift that kept on giving, considering if he touched you or items he could pass on the invisibility like a damn virus. I’d never really asked him about it because frankly, he didn’t like to talk about it. I couldn’t blame him.
“Atticus,” Roan’s deep voice came from the back. The gloved hands carried out a few things. “Mel, you want me to make his drink?”
“I got it,” she said.
“Later, Atticus. I’m unloading some stuff in the back.”
“No problem, Roan. Have a good one. Mel, could I get the drink to go?”
A few minutes later, I leave Beans with my drink in a recyclable cup. Some days I walk all the way through town, then head back through the woods towards my house. Today, I decide to just cut straight into the thick of the trees.
I know from memory that the weather is crisp and chilly. A perfect fall day. But my skin no longer deciphers the difference in temperature. So, I rely on memory and other clues. Like the fallen leaves crunching beneath my shoes. The way the light changes in the woods as sunlight filters through the barren branches.
A scent catches on the breeze and I could swear my stomach rumbles. It’s a sweet smell, like vanilla and sugar and butter creamed together. The beginnings of a cookie recipe.
The scent grows stronger. This time my cock stirs. What the fuck?
I stop and look down. It hasn’t reacted to anything other than direct stimuli—my hand—in two decades, but that, right now, is definitely the beginnings of an erection.
Then a scream breaches the silence.
A woman’s scream.
She is in danger. I determine her direction and run towards her. Her screams grow louder and then I hear the growling. One of the ferals.
I pump my legs faster, harder. Her scent intensifies and goddamn, it’s like an audible clicking of gears inside my body. Something shifts and then settles. And all of me is attuned to finding her, saving her. Because she matters.
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Kat Baxter, Harry's Beast: A Monster/Curvy Girl Romance
