Page 3 of Hard As Cake (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #1)

Chapter Three

FIADH

I woke up to a shifting, sliding pressure between my legs.

I let out a soft groan, feeling dampness against my mouth. I licked my lips, tasting my own spit and something else. I breathed in the scent through my mouth, tasting it as much as smelling it, the scent and flavor of wild honeycomb spilled over fresh-baked bread. I opened my eyes, seeing at first only darkness. Then the sight of moss on the walls, glowing with a soft turquoise light, not enough to make much out, but vague curving shapes that I had trouble making sense of. It looked like there were curving tree trunks sloping around me, catching the edges of the light over smooth curved surfaces. Had I fallen into a pile of debris?

I lay there, taking in the sensations of my body.

Nothing hurt from what I could tell initially.

The surface under my face was soft and pliable, warm to the touch. My whole body lay plastered on some sort of cylindrical length, my knees hanging down on either side of it. My skirt had ridden up around my hips, my bare thighs in full contact with the warm log I lay on top of. My feet brushing against another level down below that wasn’t the hard surface of the floor. My entire belly and chest, where I lay on the log, were warm. The air against my back was cold.

I wiggled my toes, and my shoes moved against the pliable surface down below.

The surface beneath my dangling feet twitched.

A stab of adrenaline rushed through me, and my entire body tensed. I added the clues together - the warmth, the smell, the fact that the surface my head lay upon was lifting up and then down, ever so slightly, in a rhythmic, breathing pattern.

I wasn’t lying in a pile of debris.

I was on top of something living.

I took a slow, deep breath, resisting the urge to panic. Fear was a trigger for predators. I already knew that it was important not to run or panic in front of the monsters that roamed the surface of the school; the same had to hold true for the ones beneath its surface.

Even if I was draped on top of a living creature that felt much larger than me, it hadn’t hurt me yet. Either it didn’t feel like it or it was asleep.

If it was asleep, the worst thing I could do was thrash about and wake it up.

I lifted my hand and put it next to my face. I could feel the steady thrum of a heartbeat through my palm, and I slid it up, feeling the ridges of muscle that felt… familiar. I hadn’t come to this school as a blushing innocent. When I was twelve I’d gotten suspended for giving blowjobs out under the bleachers. The high school boy whom I was caught giving them to wasn’t punished. When I told them what else I’d done with him, my parents had sent me to a school for troubled youth which ended up being a place for me to meet more boys who told me that was the best way to show my love for them. When I turned eighteen and finally got to go home, I’d been told to pack my things and get out.

I had no skills, no idea of where to go, no good idea of how to support myself.

The only thing I had was the pamphlet for this school and a willingness to try anything. I’d performed the ceremony and summoned my familiar. I made the Bond and got into this school.

Only to find out it was just as bad as the mundane I’d left behind.

I wasn’t an innocent, so when my sliding hand found the curve of strong pectorals, I knew exactly what I was touching.

I was lying on top of a man, not a monster.

There was a deep groan in the darkness, the rumbling echo of masculinity I could hear deep in his chest from where my ear was pressed against bare flesh.

I pushed up, both my hands on his abdomen. As I did, my lower body slid up as well, my clit dragging along the soft, rough flesh that lay between my legs. Flesh that was textured with leathery scales. I gasped as heat bloomed between my legs, a sudden wetness of desire that turned my slide into a glide.

More facts trickled from my subconscious mind to my conscious mind.

The upper body of a man, but what lay between my legs wasn’t the hips and legs of a man. I was sitting on top of something thick and strong, like a huge muscle that pulsed with a strength made to crush and devour.

Excitement and terror slammed into me, conflicting emotions that pummeled each other to see which would rise to the top, all the while my heart pounded in my ears and I wondered if maybe… just maybe… I was touching the monster from my book.

I should climb off of him and sneak away.

Instead, I shifted my hips again, my eyes fluttering as they rolled upwards and I let out a soft gasp to accent the pleasure I shouldn’t be taking.

Large hands settled around my waist, stopping my movement, holding me where I was, straddling the body of a monster.

“Human,” a deep voice growled from the darkness.

“Fuck me,” I cursed under my breath.