A Novel's Beast World

45. No Regrets

Second update for today, May 11th.

I don't know how long we went at it, since the rain rarely stopped. I fell asleep while the two fuckers were still going. They have way too much energy.

I woke up to a gnawing sensation in my stomach. I missed dinner and probably breakfast. My body was sore, go fucking figure. But damn, that was good. I have no regrets. Well I do, but not from that.

Harvey was getting better at foreplay and pleasuring in general. Shuu was rough around the edges and impatient as hell, but I'm not going to complain. Hell no.

Shuu was holding me with his face buried in my chest. I guess I have some warm fuzzies since I'm not freaking out. Jesus Drew, stop being a wuss. This is completely consensual and not the first or even second time. I need to get over it and stop acting like this is a major hurdle. It might have been in the past, but hello, virgin ass has been laid already.

I really didn't think sex was ever going to be a normal part of my life. I figured I'd be the next 40 year old virgin. If I woke up from the coma, I'll still be a virgin technically.

But... Is this really a coma? It's not actually possible to get sucked into a book, even if my childhood self would have accepted it, I am an adult now. Even if I tried to run from reality as much as possible, there was still an obvious line between it and fiction. At least it should have been. Now I have no fucking clue.

I have a hunky man with wolf ears buried in my breasts. Yeah, fuck reality. Fuck lines. Ill take this right here. Not like knowing the difference between a world hop and a coma is going to help me. Either way, I can't do shit to change it and I don't want to.

Eventually the growling in my stomach got too loud. I know Shuu can hear it.

"Shuu. Time to get up." I sounded soft to my own ears. I never thought I could sound like that.

"Okay." No, not really. Don't speak into someone else's boobs. It vibrates.

He got up and I was free. I should bathe first. The tub was full and still warm. I sank right in. I could here another storm raging outside. I hope the curtains and makeshift shutters can hold out.

I washed and got out. I stepped onto one of the mats I worked together to make. I smiled at my accomplishment. I was able to do something useful, even if it was a small something.

I dried with a fur that was placed on a bamboo chair. The credit for the chair's creation, goes to Harvey and Winston. They took what I described to them and made it real. I stretched my sore ass and brushed my teeth with a bowl of water.

I dragged my ass out of the room. We didn't have a true bathroom and I usually bathed in the spare room. Today, the tub and bowls were moved into the main room. I think Harvey and Winston teamed up for that.

Oh great. Winston. I don't think I can look him in the eyes today. Damn, we were getting along pretty well too. Harem struggles.

I could smell the food and knew I needed to eat. I avoided the silvery grey eyes and started piling the food in. It was stew again today. Nothing wrong with that, but variety would be cool. Harvey boiled some eggs for me too. We ate peacefully and we cleaned up. I sat down to rest. We now had mats to sit on instead of cold stone floor. We had made four grass-stuffed cushions and I tried to explain that the other three were meant for them.

They wouldn't have that and made sure I was smothered by cushions. I didn't have the desire to fight. Looks like I used up all the drug induced energy. That was good stuff.