User blog:Safnar/Pg 6 Bed Side Manner

I drifted in and out of a dreamless sleep. Only coming to the edge of full awareness before slipping back into nothing. Each time my mind penetrated the veil I caught fragments of conversation.

“But he’s ok? He’ll wake up soon?” Max asked nervously.

“So long as an infection doesn’t set in he'll be fine.” A voice I only heard once before said softly. Then the darkness reclaimed me.

“Stop looking at him like that, I told you he’s mine!” A voice that was defiantly Lela’s pierced the veil.

“What do you mean how am I looking at him?” The strange voice asked.

“Like a school girl with a crush. I won’t have it, he belongs to me.” Lela said.

“I…I… So what? I think he’s cute, yes. And what do you mean he’s yours? How many times have you two made love?” She said sharply. Silence. “Have you even kissed him yet?” An argument broke out loud but distant and I faded again. Then I came back just to the edge of awakening.

“Ok fine here's the deal. If you’re willing to share him, I'll help you get him to let you into his hart.” The strange voice said.

“W-what makes you think I need help?!” Lela asked defensively.

“You’re a lizard man and from what Max told me you’re too much of a worrier. Agree to share him with me and I’ll help you be more like a lady.” There was a long period of silence at which point I thought I had slipped back into the dreamless sleep then Lela said rather reluctantly.

“Ok.”  I sunk back into the darkness. I couldn’t tell time in that state but I knew I was in there for a while. The last time being the longest, then like a car wreck I came crashing back to the wakening world.

My body was numb but I got the impression of a very comfortable bed beneath me. I opened my eyes and saw a dirt ceiling above me. So we were in the trolls burrow. Then I remembered Max and I was flooded with panic that shocked my system awake. I started to sit up but someone’s hand grabbed my shoulder and forced me to move slower.

“Easy Sam. Take it easy you lost a lot of blood.” Lela said gently. That was the first time I had really looked at her. In my memory I saw her as a blur focusing only on the movements of her body scanning for threats. But now I truly saw her. Her delicate female face despite the warrior attitude she possessed. Her calm, sharp, yellow eyes where mesmerizing and full of concern. Her silky brown hair was a mess but still in its pony tail and her fin like ears where surprisingly cute. She had even taken off the long gloves she had worn to revel the lizard like claws were actually human hands hidden in gloves.

When I sat all the way up I was hit with a wave of emptiness. Not like I was hungry, more like I had just run for miles and miles and my limbs and core where hollow and light. It made me feel sick. But as bad as I felt my concern for my brother won out and I managed to choke out just as the room started spinning.

“W-where… Max.” it wasn’t a very coherent sentence but Lela got the idea.

“Your brother’s fine, he’s in the kitchen with Flora. And don’t worry, no one has touched him, he’s fine and unmarked by monsters. Flora was just preparing supper.” She said as gently as she could manage.

“She’s a surprisingly good cook and she helped me fix you up.” She said with a look like she hated to admit it.

“Oh? He’s awake? I was starting to worry.” The troll, apparently named Flora said coming into the room with a steaming bowl of stew. The only way to describe the troll girl was beautiful. Unlike Lela who matched the profile pick of her monster to a T, Flora looked slightly different. She wore the same green gown as in the pic and had various plants growing in her hair, but more as a flower ring than a garden. Like a crown of flowers and fruit. And she had soft emerald eyes rather than the hazel ones in the pic.

“Lela this is for you. I’ll go make up another bowl for our awakened hero.” Flora said offering the bole to Lela.

“My husband will eat first.” She said simply.

“Our husband likely doesn’t want a bowl of stew made from demon realm produce.” Flora said putting emphasis on our. Sure enough, I could see chopped up pieces of prisoner fruit in the bowl. Lela blushed accepted the bowl with a weak thank you and Flora turned to leave.

“And no Max doesn’t have any Demon real produce either.” She said. Answering my unspoken question. I looked at Lela who was blushing deeply.

“Prisoner fruit? Isn’t that that stuff that makes girls prettier?” I asked. Lela set the bole aside.

“I-I'm just being self-conscious of my looks is all. If you’re going to marry me I want you to be happy with my appearance.” She said. Her face grew a deeper shade of red with each word. My body was starting to wake up and I realized just how hungry I was and then the hot throbbing pain in my side. I must have made a face because Lela suddenly became more concerned.

“Does it hurt? Your weapons are strange to us and I was not sure if there was a poison involved.” She asked.

“I don’t think there was any poison but there wasn’t any metal in the wound right?” I asked. She nodded.

“A little but we got it all out.” She said. It was the pain that made the memory come rushing back. What had Lela said?

“Monsters don’t kill? Do they?” I asked. Lela adopted a sad look she knew where this was going.

“No. Only in self-defense or the defense of our husbands will we kill.” She said. I looked at my hands. Monsters didn’t kill. But I did. Three times I had ended the lives of monsters in violent disgusting ways.

“Monsters don’t kill…” I said. I had been scared. I tried to justify it to myself. I had played the Monster girl game and it gave me nightmares. I would never think badly of people who liked it but it had scared me.

“Sam.” Lela choked feeling my distress. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I gasped a little. I don’t know what I expected to feel from the touch of a monster girl. I had read the pages and had expected many sensations. A gross sticky pleasure that would be over intoxicating and stomach churning, maybe? Overwhelming pleasure that hurt? Most likely. But I wasn’t even close. As Lela’s bulging chest pushed against mine and her soft face buried in my neck it felt nice, comfortable and soft. Not at all overwhelming.

“Don’t blame yourself you couldn’t have known.” She said gently. And as if she had spoken directly to my sole I suddenly felt light hearted and my conscience was clear. I hugged her back and I could feel her temperature rise.

“See? I told you he would open up to you.” Flora said coming back into the room with a new bowl of stew. Lela quickly let me go and sat back in the chair her face dark red again. Flora walked up to the other side of the Bed. She handed me the bowl.

“Thank you for all your help.” I said trying not to get lost in her kind eyes.

“My motivations are completely selfish I promise.” Flora said siting down. Despite never leaning fully over the bed her massive cleavage bumped my face as she sat down and my face got really hot. I tried to hide it by shoveling down some stew.

“You did that on purpose!” Lela said at once. Flora adopted a very cute very innocent face and said.

“I did no such thing I'm just so big I make mistakes sometimes. Besides I can’t help it if our husband has a boob fetish.” She said. She sounded totally innocent up until that last sentence. I wished I could hide or vanish on the spot I was so red. Lela looked at Floras vast cleavage. She had a large chest as well but Flora had her beat.

“We’d better be careful else a Holstaurus might steal him away. And a pretty Girl would eat him up.” Flora said. Lela looked enraged and was hugging her chest as if to hide her breasts.

“I… I’ll have you know that my breasts are large for a lizard man and… and… There plenty soft enough for my husband’s tastes. Right Sam?” She asked looking hard at me. I choked on another spoon full of stew.

“Max!” I shouted my face burning. It wasn’t that she was wrong, it’s just that I couldn’t answer a question like that.

“You’re far too bashful dear.” Flora said. Patting my arm gently with one of her massive hands. Lela didn’t look angry with me but she glared even more furiously at Flora. Max came in through the curtain doorway looking happy and wearing fresh cloths. The girls quickly forced smiles and greeted him happily.

“Why are you wearing new clothes?” I asked. Max walked right up to the foot of the bed.

“I had to change clothes, it’s been two days.” Max said. Two days? I looked down at what I was wearing. I had been changed out of my grass stained sweaty clothes but by who I couldn’t tell. By the new blush on Lela’s face I guessed it might have been her.

“H-how have they treated you?” I asked. One thing about my brother was he would always tell me the truth. The girls could have bribed him threatened him or seduced him and he still would have told me the truth.

“They were really really nice. They went out and got me these cool clothes.” He said. Gesturing to his knew blue hoodie and cargo pants. He looked delighted and I was aware that the girls where growing exited. “And Sam?” Max asked. I drank down the last of my stew before answering him.

“Yes?”  Max leaned in close and whispered very softly into my ear.

“They both really care about you.” He breathed.

“Ok. That’s enough. Sam needs his rest, so we all need to leave him be.” Flora said. Standing up. Her chest again bumped me but I got the impression that that time it really was an accident. She was after all larger than the average person even if she was proportionate other than her hands and feet. All three of them left Lela taking my empty bowl and her untouched stew. I laid down and quickly fell back asleep.