🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞Loving A Monster [Crack+Fantasy]

Ishan stared at the mound of dirt he'd made a month ago, knowing that underneath it was the last thing he'd loved. The last person. His grandmother, the one person who'd kept him waking up in the morning, the one who'd given him a reason to keep going.

The smiles when she fed him breakfast, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing like folds in a map of love. The way she'd said his name so softly. How proud she'd been of him, even though all he did was work their meagre fields and win drunken fights in the big town off to the east.

All gone.

His mother, his bastard of a father, and now his grandmother.

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Well, this was unexpected.

Screaming, crying, gnashing of teeth.

"The monster!"

"The monster!"

"The monster is going to kill us all!"

(Promises, promises.)

Actual soldiers from King Virat's army milling about, looking irritated beyond all belief, like with one word they'd happily spear the entire local populace.

Tilak was standing by his little wooden house, looking confused.

(When does he ever not look like that? Oh yeah. When he's cumming. That's when he looks even more baffled.)

"Tilak."

"Ishan."

"What's going on?"

Shuffling his feet, Tilak muttered something about the monster in the mountains sending a demand to the king for a sacrifice, otherwise the monster was going to burn down every crop, kill all the animals, decimate the army, etc, etc.

(I guess the monster's bored. That sounds like a lot of work.)

"So what's the king going to do?"

"The king......the king ordered the soldiers to find a sacrifice from our village and give them to the monster......cause we're the closest."

(And the poorest. And the least important.)

"There aren't many virgins in this village."

(None. There are no virgins in this godforsaken place. Cause there's nothing to do here nights, but drink homemade booze and fuck each other. You know that, Tilak. How many times have we sucked each other off behind a woodshed and then you slunk back to your wife?)

"Send Ishan, that idiot!"

Yells with Ishan's name in them suddenly erupted as his neighbours caught sight of him.

"Ishan! He's worthless!"

"Give him to the monster!"

Soon enough one soldier's gaze landed on Ishan. And another, and another, and another......

Surrounded by brutal faces atop fidgety horses, Tilak hunching over in fear, Ishan guessed his fate was sealed.

"I'll go."

"No need to force me, I'll go."

Roughly yanked up onto a horse, hands chained together, Ishan looked down at Tilak who was refusing to meet his eyes.

(We've known each other all our lives. We've jerked off together and done everything else. We know what the other looks like when he cums. And now I'm being sent off to my death and you can't look at me? Guess I really am a fool. Goodbye, Tilak. Goodbye, every last one of you worthless motherfuckers. I'm going to die in peace.)