“Mommy?”
The voice came from the hallway, and then there was crying. Crying and screaming.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
“The Toad is mine!” Chuck ran his fingernails across his eyes as he sprinted back out of the bedroom.
Jade wept on the bedroom floor. She didn’t understand why her Toad had been so mad at her. All she wanted to do was love him, love him forever and ever. She wanted to be with him, to go back to him, to feel him inside of her.
Not his cock… not like other boys. His soul, his essence. His fluids.
She got back to her feet and stared at the red mess on the bed. Daddy had tried to yell at her, tried to tell her that she was a whore, a good for nothing slut who was only good at one thing and that he would show her what she was good at just like he always did.
But Daddy can’t have her anymore. She doesn’t belong to him now. She belongs to Toad.
She tried to find her father’s face in the pile of meat lying on the mattress, wanted to look him in the eye one last time, but she couldn’t find it.
It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is getting back to my love.
Blood painted her entire body, but she couldn’t tell what was Toad’s and what was her father’s anymore. She licked her arm, swallowed, but it wasn’t working, couldn’t feel the usual burst of pixie dust in her chest and stomach like she usually did.
I need more. I have to have more.
She knew he would understand. He wouldn’t be mad at her for needing him, for wanting him so bad. She would do anything for him, anything he wanted.
I can’t take it. I’m coming back to you, my sweet Toad. I’m coming back to you and I don’t ever want to leave you again.
She grabbed two handfuls of meat from the bed, felt hard bone poking her palm.
“You can’t have me anymore. I’m all his now.”
The balls of gore hit the wall and slapped to the floor, leaving splattered meaty patterns at the point of impact.
Jade laughed and touched herself as she imagined being back in Toad’s presence, wrapping her body around his body, taking him in a mouthful at a time.
Kip could feel them coming back. And he wanted them back. But it would be different this time, he’d be more careful.
He couldn’t let them feast on him anymore. He knew that now. As good as it felt, as much as he wanted to be a buffet for them, he didn’t know if his body could take that again.
One person at a time, just a taste.
He could feel the pheromones twirling off his body like ghost fingers, beckoning his people back to him. And they were coming to him, he could feel them. Could taste them on the air.
Kip sat on the bottom stair, facing the door, and he smiled, stood, walked to the door and opened it before she had to knock.
“Hi, Jade. I’m glad you’re back.”
“You’re not mad at me, right? I couldn’t take it if you were mad at me.” She was covered in blood, and though it was drying in places, it still glistened in the dying sunlight.
“I’m not mad.” He pulled her in, embraced her, kissed her. Kip could tell from the smell that the blood coating her was not his or hers. He wrinkled his nose and backed away. “You need to wash that off. I don’t like it.”
Her face screwed up and she began to cry, crumbled into a ball of flesh at his feet. Nails scraped across the arches of his feet, across his toes.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll do anything you say. Just please… please let me taste you again.”
Kip lifted back to her feet by her wrists, kissed her again. “Here.” He popped a freshly filled pimple on his left cheekbone, left the exposed ball of pus on his face and leaned forward.
Jade cupped the back of his head, smashed her face against him, and snorted in her fix. She started to frenzy again, searching his skin for more, but Kip pulled away, shoved her back a few steps.
“That’s enough. Now go wash up.”
It looked like she wanted to protest, but just nodded, eyes going soft and dreamy as the pus took effect. A small smile pulled at her mouth, and she began exploring her sticky, red body with trembling fingers, shuddering with every breath.
“Go upstairs to the bathroom. Take a hot shower.”
Jade nodded, tried to press her body to his, but he backed away, his heels hitting the bottom step. Jade looked hurt, but her hands still roamed her flesh, squeezed and massaged and fondled.
Kip stepped aside, pointed up the stairs, and she followed orders, was a good girl. Dried bloody footprints still stained the stairs from earlier in the day, when his entire flock had scattered. But as she ascended, she left fresh ones, wet and sparkling.
Kip took a long look at her ass, the way it bulged with each step. For a moment, the old Kip was back, and he couldn’t believe he was staring at Jade Brewster’s naked body in his home. And she was there for him, because she wanted him so bad. He could control her now. Had her in the palm of his hand. And though he was tempted to join her in the shower, finally get rid of the virginity that had accompanied him through life like some kind of imaginary friend, he decided to hold on to it. It didn’t matter anymore. To fuck her would be so pointless now. He would be inside of her, was already inside of her, and no penetration could ever compare to that.
Another knock at the door. Kip had to force his eyes away from Jade’s red breasts as she spun to face the noise. Jealousy twisted her mouth and pinched her eyes, but Kip scowled at her.
“Jade. Get in the shower. You don’t want to make me mad, do you?”
She shook her head. “Never. But—”
“Jaaaade.”
“Okay.” She started to walk, then stopped momentarily. “I love you. I love you so bad.”
“I know. Now go.”
Kip strolled to the door, could hear them all out there, already starting to fight. He couldn’t have that anymore either. Was sick of them fighting. They would behave themselves or get nothing.
He opened the door. They all hushed immediately and stared up at him, at their savior.
They started to rush toward him like some crazed stampede, but he held up a hand and stopped them in their tracks.
“Please, Kip. I’m begging you.” Jezebel scratched at her wrists and forearms, the skin there already red from irritation. Her eyes bounced in all directions, puffy and pink from crying.
“I can’t take it anymore. I’ll… I’ll fucking kill myself,” Cash said as his knees hit the concrete of Kip’s patio. The boy leaned forward, resting his forehead against Kip’s feet.
There were at least six of them there now, and more were wandering toward the house from all directions. Each of them still wearing the dried blood from earlier in the day.
Kip lifted Cash to his feet, hugged him, patted him on the back.
“Please,” Cash said, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry for how I treated you.” His fist flew from his side and slammed into his own left eye.
Kip ruptured a zit on his forehead, motioned for Cash to take the custard. Cash squealed at the offering, eagerly sucked it up. The crowd grew restless, almost started shoving each other again, fighting, but Kip nudged Cash aside and glared at them. They didn’t move.
“One at a time,” Kip said. He felt powerful. He felt like a god.
But they didn’t look ready to cooperate. Not like before. They looked desperate, and though Kip started to yell, started to let the anger take over like before, there was no stopping them.