The Creature of the Woods (BxB)

Chapter 12: The Missing

* Geddy *

I entered the house. Alone. I'm fucking alone. In irritation, I slammed my utility belt to the sofa, unloaded my gun and threw it on the coffee table before I slump on the nearby loveseat, feeling myself sink into the soft furniture. I rested my arms on either side behind then glanced at the white ceiling. I stayed in that position for a while, sighing every now and then, reminiscing about how my cousin practically threw me out of his husband's small and dirty cottage. I insisted to stay, I really did. I want to protect my cousin from the Tree Demons, but he's so oblivious of the dangers they bring. My father put his guard down around one of them, and even had sex with one of them! Now, look where he is. Dead with mangled body on the streets fifteen years ago.

I tried to forget the image that just came to mind. My father's body. I just came from America back then, I was only 10 years old who was just so excited to see my favorite person in the world. Before I went for America, he told me that when I come back, he will teach me how to be a great detective himself. Instead, I came back with a body in a casket they can't even bring to open. The Nation's President was at the funeral. A lot of famous people were at the funeral, comforting me and telling me that my father was a good man. But I don't care. I didn't care. I don't care if he was a good man for others and they have accepted his death. I still think he's a goofy and arrogant detective. As a father, he throws me to the sky for a meter, then catches me as I cry. I never thought that our worst moments would be my funniest memories of him. I don't accept his death. I never did. Until now. It's so ironic that he gives justice to other people, when in the end, he died without justice. I assigned himself in a province, for that justice.

I sighed again. I lazily walked upstairs, planning to drench myself away with everything by a hot bath. When I reached the top of the stairs, I looked around the house from above. It was dark. The white laced curtains making patterns on the floor using the light of the moon outside. There is something weird with the patterns, though. It's not usual. I can't put my fingers on it, but I was too tired to investigate. I went to my room, and there I noticed something out of place again. Is it the furniture? Did I move them? The floor is quite different as well, like a big space has been lost, and it's unnerving.

I went to bathroom and removed all my clothes as I walk further in, throwing them to the dry part of the bathroom. I started the shower, which began drizzling cold water, but I realized that my body has been hot for a while so I let it be and did not bother to adjust the temperature. I let my face catch the cold water first, then it slides down my body, wetting my manhood. That's where I hitched a breath. I looked down only to see a manhood beginning to rise itself from slumber. Images of me and Hansel doing the naughty yesterday morning came to my mind. It's true that I'm a virgin, and I just realized that my lie about being celibate, might be true as well. I touched my manhood, with a breath moaning in satisfaction, then started pumping faster and faster. I arched my back against the wet bathroom wall, opening my legs wider, as I gripped my manhood for a harsher treatment. It's coming out, but for some reasons, imagining my cousin under me disturbed the shit out of me. First, he's my cousin. I treated him as a younger brother, and with my clouded mind, I almost fucked him. Second, he's in-love (under spell) with a Tree Demon. That disappointed my manhood. But I have to finish it, it's going to hurt if I don't release this. My mind presented an image of a man with his back in front of me, flexing his muscles through his natural movements. His back rippled with sun-kissed muscles, his voice alluring, his stature tall, and his glance hooded with desire. He came nearer and nearer until my back hit the furniture behind me. He smelled my neck, went up for my ear, and then kissed my hungry lips. He glanced at me again, showing those mischievous eyes and intention, as he slam my body and attacked my neck. He grinded against me, letting myself be submissive to him. My pumping went faster and faster as the imagery grinds faster and faster. The image grabbed my butt cheek and gripped it harshly, making me shoot my orgasm on the opposite wall. It was satisfying and I'm sure this will make me sleep soundly at night.