My M8s

500 years ago

I was not alive. But I wasn't dead. I'm the moon goddess. I walk the earth about every 500 years so I never forget what love is. It was my job to make sure people met each other, soul m8 to soul m8. I was in charge of matching people up. But lately, things had been kinda hard. My boyfriend broke up with me, so I really didn't give a fuck about love. It wasn't real. Why did it matter to match people up when they wouldn't even like each other in the first place. It wasn't about love anymore. It wasn't about anything.
I dreaded going to the earth. I dreaded leaving my parallel dimension so I could go see fucking humans that mean nothing. Why go to earth to remember something that didn't exist in the first place? But then, I met her. Her name was Kylie. It was 1970. Her hair looked like shit. She thought she was the hottest thing ever, it was bullshit. She was so fucking ugly. Like. For real. A walrus wouldn't do that. But then she looked up at me with her purple eyes and I could feel her eat my soul. Huh. She was succubus. But it's a good thing I'm the moon goddess. She can't have my soul. I'm immortal. It shredded her from the inside and exploded from her chest. She fell into my arms. It's funny how much you can love a person you don't know when they're about to die. I held her in my arms as she coughed and I knew immediately that she was my soul m8. This was fucking bullshit. How could she be my m8? How could I just have met my m8 and already have her dying in my arms? Love is fucking bullshit. Love isn't real. How am I supposed to be the goddess of love for wherewolves when such a thing doesn't exist?
I can't do this. I can't be the moon goddess. And here I was, 500 years later, trying to remember something that never actually happened. I didn't love any of the Kyles. I couldn't. It'd be like asking me to sprout wings and fly. I could never love them. I loved sex. It took away the pane. It took away the hurt. You didn't need love to have sex. That's why I wanted to take 8 dîcks at once. Because mayb, just mayb, they could fill me up completely and make this emptiness go away.
And it's give me good fun. And it feels good. And it'd be a little gay. Which is always great. Everyone's a little gay.
I was in the truck with Grahm now. He was inside me with his metal dick and it was clanking against my steel väginä. He was my betrothed after all. There was a knock on the door and Grahm rolled down the window. There was no one there. He rolled up the window and went back to fucking. There was more knocking on the window. I moved because I was pressed up against the window and there was no one there. So we went back to fucking and the knocking started agin. We moved and that's when we noticed the blood on the window.
"Holy shit," Gramh said as he pulled out, but his batteries died and he shut down. The only way to regenerate him was to suck his dick. But that's when I noticed that he had ducked me straight through. His dick put a hole through me. I went to work when the parking break gave out and the car went rolling down the hill. I couldn't just leave Grahm here and let him die. So I kept sucking. The car continued rolling and was picking up speed. There was knocking on the window. I rolled it down.
"Kyle," I asked as I saw a Kyle running beside the car. He was like an ostrich. His body was facing front but his head was at a 90 degree angle.
"Kylie! Jump out of the car!"
"But I can't just leave him here to die!"
"You gotta!"
"But do I?"
"Yeah, you do."
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"Okay."
"Cool."
I unfastened my seatbelt and mounted the window, ready to jump. Grahm had slid off the seat and fallen to the floor.
"But do I?"
"Yeah, you fucking do."
"Okay."
I jumped out of the window of the car and somehow, Kyle didn't catch me. I hit the pavement. Let the bodies hit the floor. I would've died. But I didn't. Because I'm a rare purple wolf. I can't die.
"Shit sorry," Kyle picked me up but he accidentally snapped my back bone and I almost died but I didn't so it's okay. He carried me all the way home and we went to my house. We locked the door and my room smelled like death. I forgot about Steve's body in the other room. Oh well. Kyle and I began to get it on. He was so much better than Grahm. How was he supposed to satisfy me? How was I supposed to marry him? I didn't love him. I didn't love anyone. Kyle was better at fucking than he was. So much better. I took out my cheek gauges as his brothers showed up and we were able to fit five dîcks in my väginä and I sucked the other three all at once. Fuck Grahm. Oh wait. I already did. Lol.