Garden of Spiders Volume 1: A Companion Book to The Fallocaust Series Book 3

by Quil Carter

  “You’re oddly turned on by the fact that I just killed your–” Julian kissed me before I could finish my sentence. Perhaps it was for the best… I don’t think he realized I strangled his mother to death. He may be a bit cross at that.

  And if he was… too bad for him.

  I smirked, my upturned lip breaking the kiss. Julian smirked back at me, then slid himself off of my body. “You did do me quite the service, Prince Chimera,” Julian said rather nonchalantly. “What do you say to… me giving you thanks?” He got down on his knees, and as his coy eyes playfully danced with mine, he began to unbutton my pants.

  I rush went through me. I searched myself for anxiety, or any triggers in place, as I raised myself off of the couch to allow Julian to remove my pants, but all I tapped into was even more lust and desire.

  “I did do you quite the favour,” I said, out of breath. I watched Julian throw my pants onto the ground, before then kneeling in front of me… and the bulge in my boxer briefs.

  “They are right…” Julian said, his voice a tantalizing growl. “Chimeras are well-endowed, aren’t they?” He grasped the edges of my boxer briefs and pulled them down, and his eyes widened when he saw what was hidden underneath.

  “Holy shit…” Julian looked up at me and the smirk turned into a grin. “I don’t know if you’re the lucky one… or I am.” He grasped it with a firm touch, then leaned down and ran his tongue along the head. His eyes closed. “I am,” he groaned. “Definitely me.” He put his mouth over it, excitement now fully taking me, and began to suck on the head.

  It felt… amazing. It was such a contrast to what I’d experienced with… him… no stress, no shame, no self-hatred. I was up to my neck in milk and honey and I was drowning in it.

  Julian broke the seal of his mouth. “Not bad of me… but I’m going to need lots of practise. You’re fucking huge, chimera. You’re going to choke me.”

  I opened one eye and gave him an impassive look. “I’m not paying you to speak, boy.”

  Julian’s mouth dropped open, and unable to hold it back, I laughed and received a smack on the stomach for my joke.

  But then he rose and kissed me, a deep kiss that had me pulling my body to his. “You’ve never so much as made an off-hand antidote, let alone joke with me. Wow.” He kissed me again. “Too bad I ran out of dads, huh?” He broke the kiss and returned to his knees, and his mouth went back to my awaiting dick.

  And there it stayed. I closed my eyes again, my hand stroking and rubbing his back and shoulder as he worked between my legs. It wasn’t like with Silas, who seemed to perform on me as if he was doing a choreographed dance. An expert in the act and good at bringing me where I wanted to be; even though it was purely for control. Julian, on the other hand, had no such experience, at least not with someone of my size. Admittedly I enjoyed him trying different techniques, figuring out ways of taking it in deeper, mixing in his hand rhythm with the movements of his mouth. He was learning me and my body, and by the time I had fully melted into him, moans now falling from my lips in between ragged breathing, he’d found out what made me tick and was actively becoming a professional at it.

  Then finally the peak came. Strange to hear but I was dreading it. I knew the pattern of what happened after I climaxed and I didn’t want to feel the guilt that came crashing down on me after. But in the throes of being taken care of in this way, that was only a small spark in a fast inferno that I was actively burning inside of. So I took the orgasmic rush willingly and let out a teeth-clenched moan when it hit.

  And it hit me hard. I gasped, my eyes closed tight, and gripped Julian’s shoulder as it tore through my body, blasting my veins and pouring in electricity to mix in with the rushing blood. The release was incredible, it seemed to take the last thousand pounds of weight I had tied to my body, giving me that same weightless feeling I’d felt after taking those lives.

  This orgasm was different. It hadn’t been created through shame, through control and domination. It was as organic as this man on his knees in front of me was, and as it subsided… I was relieved, cripplingly relieved, to feel no degradation whatsoever.

  I opened my eyes when Julian’s mouth removed itself from me, and saw him breathing heavily on his knees, opaque and white visible on his tongue. He licked his lips to catch a small bit that was on the corner, then leaned down to give the sensitive head one more lick.

  “I… need to finish myself,” Julian said breathlessly. I was still breathing heavily, stars clinging to the corners of my vision from the intensity of it. “I can do it in the bedroom…” I shook my head, got up, and pushed him down onto the couch.

  I wasn’t tired. Silas had been right in what he’d told us, I found that I didn’t need much of a break. Already I wanted more of him – and I was going to get more.

  I grabbed his cock, which made Julian gasp in surprise, then I put the head into my mouth like he did mine, and began to generously suck on it.

  The reaction I got was one I’d never forget. He cried out, the word fuck falling from his mouth in desperate, lustful cries, his breathing quickly became laboured and his body began squirming as I grasped the cock with my hand and began to stroke it as my mouth went to work.

  Did I have any idea what I was doing? Absolutely not. But I knew from the two times it had been performed on me the basics of what I had to do. And with the sounds that Julian was already making, it wouldn’t take much for him to blast off into the night sky.

  And it didn’t. There was no creative maneuvering for me or my mouth, I sucked him and I did it with a fire inside of me. He fit between my lips easily, and I was able to get a rhythm going between my mouth and hand.

  I loved being in control of his pleasure. It was alluring, and it made me confident in that moment that when I was inside of him, that I would be okay. I could have sex with him, and when I did, these gasps and moans he was making would be nothing compared to the sounds I would draw from him.

  Julian’s rapid panting suddenly switched to a low, yet rising, moans. Then suddenly, like a button had been pressed, he let out a cry while grasping my arm, then the first of many spurts of cum coated my tongue. I swallowed every drop that came from him, rush after rush of lust taking me as this lover of mine let the orgasm roll through him.

  When he was done, I removed my mouth. I then sat down on the couch and was pleased when he crawled into my arms. We laid there together, and I held him to me like the treasured possession he was.

  “You’re amazing, Elish,” he whispered after a long silence. “I’m safe because of you.”

  I kissed his forehead and deeply inhaled his scent, my body exhausted but my heart full. “And I’m alive because of you,” I whispered back. “Thank you.”

  We both fell asleep not long after.

  CHAPTER 36

  I turned around when I heard the familiar speech on the television, and as I watched Silas look straight into the camera, me on his left and Perish on his right, Garrett, Ellis, and Nero directly behind, I began to mouth along with Silas.

  “May 156 A.F will bring forth a new area of Skyfall,” Silas said on the television, my lips moved with his. I’d written the speech for him so of course I had it memorized. “If you are in the targeted zones you will have already been visited by one of the members of District Management and you already know what the Crown has asked of you. To everyone else, especially those in the Moros District, you will be welcoming to the greywaster immigrants but you will not be tolerant of any behaviours that are not the behaviours of civilized Skyfallers. If you see illegal activity, you will tell one of the many thiens who will be stationed all throughout Moros to maintain order. I will ask the public’s help to weed out the undesirables who have hid their prior natures from our rigorous screening process. But, in the same breath, I ask you to also be tolerant and kind to them. They have had difficult lives and some compassion and hospitality will go a long way to them.”

  “Stop miming. Jeez, it’s like I’m watching you stroke your
own dick with that smug look on your face,” Garrett teased; Tyler was stifling a laugh beside him. “Yes, a great speech. Do you have to watch it every time it comes on?”

  My brother, who was sitting at the computer desk, having just discovered Morrowind, looked a world different than he had a week ago. Through what we all assumed was Tyler’s gentle urging, he’d finally decided that he had outgrown his goth phase and had changed his appearance completely. Garrett had adopted Tyler’s love for old fashioned clothing and was now wearing a grey vest with silver buttons, a silk wine-red shirt underneath, black trousers, a blue silk kerchief tied around his neck, and to complete it… a bowler hat. Tyler was dressed similarly, and had expressed, in secret of course, immense pride over his achievement.

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  You may think that this would be the end of Garrett’s transformations since, as I write this, he’s deep into his old fashion motif. But you would be wrong. Years later he would abandon his old fashion niche in favour for being a punk rocker, then years after that, he’d go nowhere without a suit and tie with a cape like Silas’s. It would take decades of transformations and personal reinventions for him to finally settle on looking like a man straight out of the ’50’s. However, I would be a fool to think that this spelled the end of Garrett’s search for himself, he’s still young, and has millions of years of identity crises to look forward to.

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  “I can’t help if I’m a gifted writer, dear brother,” I said nonchalantly. I walked up to the computer, he was trying to kill some strange green-blue elf from the looks of it. “You’ll always have your pixels.”

  Garrett laughed. He leaned his head back until he was looking up at me. “You know, if you truly loved me, you’d get Perish to fix the private jet, fly me to Maryland so I can find the files on a game they were making before the Fallocaust. Its name was Oblivion and I must have it.” He looked at Tyler and they shared a grin. “Tyler had a magazine that was interviewing the creators. I bet I could finish it. Hell, I bet it’s done enough that I could even play it as it is. Wouldn’t it be fun to make a trip to the other end of the continent?”

  “I bet there’s all sorts of monsters there!” Tyler said giddily. His dark brown eyes shone with prospect, and when they connected with Garrett’s, they both looked excitedly at each other. Those two got along like litter mates, and because of Tyler’s influence on Garrett’s fashion sense, Silas had treated that sengil like gold.

  “Uncle Perish says there were when he went to Germany. Huge ones too!” Garrett said. “Oh, it would be so exciting!?”

  “Mmhm,” I said with an eye roll. “Waste a private jet and jet fuel that has to be specially refined so Garrett can play a video game. I’m sure Silas would be thrilled at that.”

  Oddly, Garrett and Tyler exchanged wry looks and burst into childish giggles. “Oh, I think Silas has already played this game,” Garrett said through his laughing. “Enjoyed it too.”

  My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

  They laughed some more, as if there was some grand inside joke that I didn’t get. What idiots. “Oh, just a few signs we saw… how’s the work going on the Chimera D’s?”

  The Chimera D’s? “Fine,” I said slowly. “If that game has creatures with pointed teeth and red or black eyes, I’m afraid you’re grasping at straws; they appear all over literature.” I turned and walked away with a shake of my head.

  And the laughter continued unabashed behind me.

  Well, idiots will be entertained by idiotic things.

  It had been ten days since I’d killed Julian’s parents, and it had been eight days since the short news report about Harold and Marci Bigsby being found murdered inside of their homes. I had overheard the news report that night while I was doing my council work, and had also learned from an even shorter report from Commissioner Talbot that there were no leads, but the motive was that it had been a robbery gone wrong.

  I found this curious since I hadn’t taken anything from that home save a panama hat I still had in my bedroom, and the fire poker I kept underneath my bed, but I wasn’t going to knock it. Perhaps they just didn’t have that much money so it appeared that they were robbed? I didn’t know, and I didn’t question it. However, I was no idiot, every evening at six I turned on SNN, the Skyfall News Network, and listened for any updates on the ongoing investigation… but there had been none.

  It wasn’t like I was worried. I was a prince and I had no reason to worry. Even if I’d written Elish did this in blood on the walls. What then? Besides getting a sound beating from King Silas there would be no punishment for me. I was above the law, and it had been enjoyable exercising my birthright. Let the lowly little ants do their investigation. I dare them to point the finger at me.

  Yes. I was in quite the good mood; it had been a fucking amazing ten days.

  Julian entering my life had created more catalysts than I could count. One of them was just waking up each morning looking forward to the day, as appose to wishing I’d died in my sleep. It had been such a significant transformation, and such a new thing for me, I felt at times that I was high out of my mind.

  I suppose that is something you can compare it to. Like how someone taking opiates for the first time experiences a potent high, but after continued use that same high just isn’t achievable. That is what happiness felt like to me. I had never truly had it… so since receiving my first dose, it was hitting me like a head-on collision.

  They all thought I was insane, my siblings that is. The only person who seemed to be enjoying this happiness was Finn, who thrived and blossomed under my improved mood.

  And Silas? He’d been avoiding me just as much as I’d been avoiding him. Our interactions recently were on a professional level, and when he was at home, after the work had been completed, I retreated to my room with Finn to wait for the time where I could go to Julian’s.

  Once I was at Julian’s… we talked, laughed, played games, watched movies, and just got to know each other. There were some sexual things thrown into there of course, but it hadn’t gone farther than oral sex. He wanted it… I could smell the desire pouring off of him whenever we were naked in bed together, but I was too content with my life right now to risk screwing it up. The more psychology I studied the more I realized I did have some form of PTSD, and my way of dealing with that was to avoid any and all things that triggered it.

  Sex was the biggest trigger, and since Julian’s needs were being taken care of, I didn’t see a reason to risk pulling the plug on this happiness I was feeling.

  It seemed that my happiness wasn’t shared though, several hours later Nero stormed through the double doors, his sengil following behind him with a cowered look. He scanned the room and saw me sitting at one of the desks doing work, and I saw his teeth clip.

  “Don’t say a fucking word,” Nero snapped. “It’s not fucking fair, and fuck you.” He stormed past me, the sengil still on his heels, and the two of them disappeared down the set of stairs that would lead him to the third floor.

  I exchanged glances with Finn and my sengil’s mouth pursed. “Where… where’s Silas?” he asked me in a hushed voice.

  “I’m here.”

  Both of our eyes shot to the door, and we watched Silas casually walk in, Kirrel behind him with two brown paper bags which smelled like our dinner. The king had been at a meeting with District Management for the last several hours; I guess Nero caught a ride back from the military base with him.

  Finn paled and stammered an apology. What that apology was for I didn’t know.

  Nor would I be staying to find out. I got up as Silas was taking off his cape and walked towards the stairs that would bring me to the lower level.

  “Stay,” Silas called.

  I froze and my teeth pressed together. “Yes, Master,” I said, feeling my good mood drift away. I turned around to go back to my spot, but even after I’d sat back down, I noticed Silas was still staring at me.

  No. Fuck this. I wasn’t going to let him ru
in my evening. I’d been having a great day and was looking forward to another amazing night with Julian, I wouldn’t let this dampen it.

  “Thank you for bringing us dinner,” I said as Silas walked past me. “It smells good. Italian?”

  Silas paused, and when I saw the hints of confusion on his face, I smiled. “Want me to get the others? Garrett and Tyler are downstairs, probably mentally decorating the entire third floor, they have all three of the younger ones too.”

  He continued to stare at me, before slowly nodding. “Yes, fetch them. Finn, help Kirrel set up dinner.”

  I did what Silas asked and eventually all of us, save Ellis who was gone for the evening, found ourselves sitting around the dinner table. Even Ceph had joined us and was sitting in a highchair beside Silas. The boy was in the process of trying to grab the bowl of spaghetti noodles, and was grunting like a caveman over not being able to achieve the telekinesis necessary to bring the noodles to his mouth.

  We ate in peace with casual light conversation, but there was a dark cloud over the dinner table that night – and for once, it didn’t have anything to do with me.

  It was Nero and his obvious soured, pissy mood. He was only speaking in short, snipped sentences and was angrily shovelling his spaghetti into his mouth, then letting it dangle as he ate like he was Cthulhu.

  And finally, Silas seemed to have enough of this. “Stop acting like a fucking child,” he said to Nero coolly. “We’re having a nice dinner tonight and you’re ruining it with a god damn tantrum.”

  Nero bit off his beard of spaghetti, then spoke, with his mouth full. “Then stop treating me like a child,” he said, several bits of food flying from his mouth and towards Silas. This, I might add, was a huge pet peeve to Silas. He was strict when it came to table manners; Nero was truly playing with fire.