Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
My stomach rumbles with hunger, prompting me to speed up the hill where the cabin is located. My nose and cheeks feel like bits of ice, and I can’t wait to thaw close to the fireplace while we both fill our stomachs.
“Will you have tea or coffee?” I ask, making a mental checklist of what needs to be done for our meal to arrive at the table most efficiently.
“Hot chocolate?” He grins at me, tucked into a waterproof sleeping bag like the most handsome of worms.
He’s also wearing the new clothes I got him, and a warm woolen hat. At home he sometimes wears my clothes too and it’s so hot. Especially if it’s a sweater that barely covers his ass. Just yesterday, he did that to tease me on purpose. I walked up to him, bent him over the back of the couch, and when I realized he had no underwear on, I fucked him right there and then. As promised, he’s always up for it, and that’s so hot even thinking about it makes me horny. He gave himself to me completely, and perhaps I don’t deserve it, but if he’s willing to offer me this much power and trust, I’ll accept it and make sure he never regrets his choice. I’ll make him so happy all the suffering in his past will be meaningless.
If I’m lucky, maybe he won’t even find out about mine.
“With marshmallows and syrup?” I ask, parking the sled in front of the steps leading to the porch. We have excellent weather, and we both take a moment to take in the snow flickering in the golden light of the sun. But then I pick him up, still in the sleeping bag, just throwing him over my shoulder.
It’s almost a shame we’ll have to leave this place.
I’m halfway to the door when Eli speaks. “Am I now more of a worm or a larva?”
Stalling, I focus on the tips of my boots to think, because this surely is a trick question. “Um… definitely a larva, since you will soon turn into your sexy, slinky form,” I respond, hoping he’ll like that.
“But what if I don’t and I stay a larva? Would you still think I’m sexy?”
Taking into account that he sucked me off at the lake while bundled up in this cocoon, should I say ‘yes’? Or does he mean an actual larva?
“Are you saying you want to stay a burrito for the foreseeable future?” I kick the door open and turn sideways, so no part of his body hits the doorframe.
He groans as if it’s me who isn’t making sense. “No, I mean would you love me if I was a worm? I mean… like, or find hot. Or if you did already love me, would you continue feeling this way when I was in worm form?”
He must be fucking with me, because how does this question make sense in a world where people don’t just become worms, but I go with it, like I do with everything else he brings to the table. I might never be able to love him, but I care for him, cherish his presence, and desire him more than I’ve ever desired anyone. I want to make him happy, and him being a worm wouldn’t stop me. Maybe it’s nice to fantasize of a world in which I’m capable of loving him.
“Would you still have your face?” I ask and toe off my boots. “Or do you mean you’d be the size of a worm? Because I could work with that.”
“No, I’d be a worm. I wouldn’t speak, and I’d be small, and just writhe around in your hand.” He snickers, so at least I know we’re fooling around about this, and it’s not some trick question deal-breaker like that time when a hookup said they wouldn’t have sex with me if I wore black socks. I thought it was a joke, so I wore black socks, and he just walked out on me, ruining my Friday.
“Well, I’d fatten you up, so you’re nice and thick. And then, I’d swallow you, so we can always be together,” I say, placing him on the couch. When his eyes open wider, I lean in to kiss his nose, so he knows I’m not being serious either.
Eli stares at me for a bit, but nods. “That’s actually kinda romantic.”
I pull his hat off, but he’s already unzipping himself from the sleeping bag, so I’m guessing he’s not all about staying a larva forever. I did consider going with it a bit longer and feeding him. As soon as he’s out, he gets up to kiss me.
“Thank you for taking me to the lake, that was fucking fantastic. I’ll need to commemorate it somehow. I’m just really hungry.”
“Didn’t I give you enough protein yet?” I ask, swiping my thumb across the sweet lips that sucked out all my juices during our walk.