Monster Anthology [MxM]

Bloody Opal

CONTENT WARNING: Gore; sexual activities

Even from a mile away, Ares had caught the melodic, sweet voice singing to the birds. He glanced behind him over his leather pauldrons, red eyes narrowing at his two soldiers. The pike-wielding guards straightened, coming to surprised attention.

"Do not look, do not touch," Ares hissed out, baring his sharp, pointed fangs. His massive, sinuous tail snapped against the trunk of a huge tree. Gold and dark green leaves fluttered to the ground around the three naga as the general drew up above the two guards. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, General!" the guards shouted, thumping one fist each on their chests.

Another hiss of warning, then Ares turned. They continued weaving through the trees, the red-and-white scaled general leading the way through the Endless Forest of the Spirit King. Few were allowed so deep into these woods, fewer still allowed to return. But General Ares had special permission from the Spirit King, and he slithered his way forward with no fear.

As they got closer, Ares spied the lone form sitting by the lakeside, running their slender fingers through their long midnight hair that cascaded well past their rear and played with the water below. The dark hair created a stark contrast to the porcelain opal flesh stretched over mouth watering curves. A couple of nighttime songbirds twittered in the grass near the creature, adding their voice.

The scent of the lake, of growing things, peat and moss, of sap and decaying beasts—none of it could hide the cloying scent of rainstorms and floral perfume. It was the only scent that could draw in the general, for he ignored all others, no matter who they belonged to.

But then the scent of unwashed sour sweat wrinkled the general's nose, and the naga hissed, turning about to find the offending odor.

There, not fifteen meters from the singing, shining creature, Ares spied a human man. He was not a big man, average looking with an average build. But he had a small crossbow in one hand and a coil of rope at his waist. A hunter.

Ares swept his hand out to tell the guards to stay back. He would take care of this offensive trespasser on his own.

Creeping closer, loosening his scimitar from its sheath, Ares narrowed in and focused on the human.

Even the light splash from the lake did not draw his eye. The chime-like laugh of the nymph drifted across the breeze, and Ares tightened the grip on his scimitar.

Then a breathy moan. A whine of need.

Darting his eyes to the lakeside, Ares caught sight of the nymph splayed out on his back. One porcelain hand ran over the slender prick standing up from dark curls between the nymph's legs. As Ares watched, unable to look away, the nymph rubbed his cock with increasing vigor, using the precum building at his slit to increase his rhythm. Shuddering hips bucked into the air, and the beautiful voice rose in a cry of need.

"Oh, gods..." the husky voice of the human and the clatter of the crossbow meeting the earth drew Ares's eyes back to the mortal voyeur. The mortal dared to have his prick out, staring with unblinking eyes at the moonlit beauty on the lakeshore.

Ares bared his fangs and rose up on his tail. The general growled, "You dare covet what is mine?"

The human spun, eyes going wide, a squeak of fear coming from his throat before the scimitar cleaved his head from his body. The mortal's body stumbled as Ares slashed the scimitar again, this time splattering the surrounding fauna with the mortal's blood. As the human toppled to the side, Ares slithered past. His tail trailed through the spreading blood, smearing the darkening red over his own bright red-and-white scales.