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

by Quil Carter

  “I just succeeded in having one child eat dinner without a rotted look on their face and I’ll be damned if I have to deal with you tonight,” Silas said, his voice raising. “Now eat properly, you fucking idiot, or I’ll have you from tantrum to intensive care so quickly your head will spin.”

  “He’s General Derrik’s fucking son. There’s nothing wrong with him!” Nero raged. “I’ve done everything you fucking asked. I’ve been your fucking whipping boy just like you wanted. Let me fucking date him!”

  This… this was about Nero wanting to date. I remember him ranting about this on previous occasions. I didn’t realize this was still going on.

  “He’s a snake, Nero,” Silas snapped. “His father is an ass-kissing idiot and his son is worse. He wants you to raise his status; he doesn’t love you.”

  Nero’s mouth dropped open in shock, before it returned to its new default setting. “He is not!” Nero stood up and slammed his hands down onto the table. Ceph took one look at Nero and dissolved into tears. “You just don’t want me to be happy. Elish is right, you don’t fucking want any of us to be happy!”

  For fuck sakes Nero, don’t drag me into this. I ignored the two of them and continued to eat. Only three, maybe four more bites and I’d be free.

  I glanced beside me and saw Finn also eating quickly. We’d only need another minute or two… then freedom.

  “All I think about is my family’s happiness!” Silas cried. Two more fists slammed onto the table which I assumed belonged to Silas. Ceph’s crying also got fainter as I pushed another bite of food into my mouth, Kirrel must’ve taken him to his room. “You’re too immature to have a boyfriend, whether it be him or any man.”

  “Fuck you!” I heard a chair being kicked, then Nero stormed off, several things crashed to the floor as he stalked away, and after he left, the dining room fell to an awkward silence. Garrett looked like he wanted to become a statue, and even Tyler was intelligent enough not to say a word.

  “Do you have something to say, Elish?” Silas’s voice broke through the silence like a gunshot.

  I glanced up at him. “No,” I said once I’d swallowed my food. “Except… I don’t believe he’s mature enough to handle a boyfriend either. I think you made the right choice.”

  Silas’s eyes narrowed, a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. “I see… I’m pleased to hear you agree, Elish,” he said. I could feel the weight of his suspicions on his voice. “You’ve improved since your sengil has come home. Who knew that all you needed was to fuck something, hm?”

  I dropped my fork onto my plate. “I haven’t touched him!” I snapped, thrown off-kilter from the suddenness of his rude comment. What I did or didn’t do with my sengil was my own god damn business.

  Silas’s eyebrows rose, in a way that said he thought that my statement was absurd.

  “Why do you have to do this?” I demanded. I pushed my plate forward and rose to my feet. “We were having a nice fucking dinner and you have to pull this shit?”

  “Sit down, Elish,” Silas said coldly. “And I’d remember your place if I were you.”

  My jaw clenched hard. “You’re provoking me because you’re in a bad mood and it isn’t fair. Don’t drag me down with you. I was having a fine day.”

  Silas fell silent.

  “You’re right,” he said after he’d been quiet for several moments.

  What?

  I stared at Silas, another silence taking the room. He looked up at me and nodded for me to sit down. “You don’t have to stare at me like I’ve just uttered incantations. I apologized, so sit and finish eating.”

  “O-okay…” I said slowly. I did what he asked, confused at this rare apology, and continued to eat.

  Finn and I both finished dinner quickly after and retired to the downstairs to do our individual duties. It had been quiet, something that I’d been enjoying immensely, until Garrett and Tyler came up from the newly placed stairs to the third level. The two of them looked quite excited and they both smelled like freshly sawed wood.

  “It’s going to be ready for furniture tomorrow!” Garrett said excitedly. He grabbed a ChiCola and sat down on the couch beside where I was sitting. “We’ll be moving in right away. It’s hard to sleep listening to Nero and Keela go at it all night.” The walls in the third floor had been soundproofed, mostly due to what Garrett had just commented on. We were all quite sick of constantly hearing Nero fuck the sengil senseless. And since he’d arrived this had been a nightly thing, usually all throughout the night. What was worse? They were sometimes joined by Garrett and Tyler, and on several occasions, Silas as well.

  I usually listened to about thirty seconds of it before I was out the door to go to Julian’s. I felt badly leaving Finn behind but he was always asleep when I left.

  “It has been trying,” I replied. Since my council work was done, I was taking a break by studying Latin. Silas knew the language well and had always offered to teach me, so I was learning it myself as quickly as I could. “I’ll be happy to be rid of you four. The prospect of getting the entire floor to myself… it’ll almost be like I’m moved out.” Counting down the days…

  Tyler gave Finn a bright smile. “Plus you can get the bed all to yourself. Finny can have his own room! He’s never had his own room, me neither. We sengils all shared.”

  I watched Finn visibly wilt, as if Tyler’s words had been pesticides. “Yes, I… I suppose I would have my own room now.” His eyes lowered and he seemed to go back to the school work he had been doing. In reality however, he was only drawing circles with his mechanical pencil.

  My sengil was quiet for the rest of the evening. Garrett and Tyler didn’t notice at all; they were chattering around like magpies on an electrical wire. Those two really were two peas in a pod, and because I wasn’t feeling like committing suicide every day of my life while hating all those who were enjoying their lives, I was actually happy for Garrett. Garrett had had his own share of problems with Silas; Silas was constantly on him for being weak and sensitive, and it was nice to see him happy in his own skin.

  Finn and I retired to my bedroom at around midnight. But he still hadn’t shaken his morose mood. He’d just finished sighing sadly for the eighth time when I decided to put an end to it.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked as I put on some boxers to sleep in. It was too hot outside for anything more.

  Finn winced, he himself still dressing in his neon undergarments, neon green with neon pink stripes tonight. “Nothing, Master. My apologies…”

  “It’s unwise to take me as a fool, Finneus,” I said to him sternly. The boy shrunk to the size of a dime at my tone. “Your master is courteous enough to inquire why you’re upset, do not throw it back in my face by making me chase you for an answer.”

  Finn’s face dropped, and his golden spiral curls framed owly-like eyes that widened with shame. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, remorse clutching every feature. “I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t wish to trouble you… My issues are unimportant compared to yours. Unworthy.”

  I sighed, exasperated and tired. It had been a long day and I was mentally exhausted. I wanted a couple hours of sleep before I went to Julian’s. “Just tell me already, Finn.”

  My sengil let out a small sigh, and as he walked to his side of the bed, his hands went behind his back. “I’m sad I’ll be moving to my own bedroom tomorrow. I’ve really enjoyed sleeping next to you. I feel safe with you and… I enjoy it.” He crawled under the covers and peeked out at me sadly.

  I got into bed as well, the only light just the table lamp on my nightstand. I wasn’t sure what to make of Finn’s admission, to be honest I didn’t mind sleeping next to the sengil. There would be no admitting it, ever, but I slept better with him near me, as I did when I slept beside Julian as well. Neither of them could protect me against what fed my nightmares, but for reasons I didn’t know, my brain responded to it anyway.

  “You don’t need to move to that bedroom if yo
u don’t want,” I said. Finn looked at me with crushing relief. “You’ll make it up so it appears you are, but you may remain here with me.”

  “Thank you,” Finn said, and that relief on his face was shown heavily in his voice. “I’m so lucky to have such a kind master.”

  Not too soon after, I fell asleep, but even though I usually slept through it, I was woken up soon after to the sound of Nero pounding himself into his sengil. The higher pitch cries of Keela penetrated the walls easily, and Nero’s heavy grunting did as well.

  Well, at least this would be the last night I’d have to deal with such things. I tried to shut my ears off so I could get another hour or two of sleep, I didn’t want to be tired when I saw Julian.

  But once I attempted to go back to sleep, another noise was heard… this one coming from right beside me.

  It was rapid puffs of breath, ones that seemed in the process of being stifled.

  What the hell was Finn doing?

  Oh for the love of…

  I knew what he was doing.

  Well, I suppose it was my fault. It was my job to take care of every one of my sengil’s needs, and it had become pretty clear over the past ten days that those needs did include their sexual health also.

  I shifted onto my back, and as I moved I heard Finn suck in a shocked breath. He looked at me with wide and terrified eyes, probably hoping I was just moving in my sleep. The boy couldn’t see that my eyes were open and I was staring right at him.

  Under the covers I reached over slid my hand up his narrow thigh and found his stiff penis. Finn gasped, then clasped a hand over his mouth as I grasped it.

  I began to stroke it and felt Finn separate his legs. He looked at my shadowed face with an expression of pure lust and devotion before closing his eyes, his tooth seductively biting his lower lip.

  Yes, it did turn me on… greatly in fact. But like with Julian, it wasn’t pure sexual lust that was wrapping its chains around me. Mixed in with the heat, was a source of power and dominance that I was only just tapping into.

  Or to say it easier… I was beginning to enjoy, immensely, sexually-governing my partner.

  Immensely may be an understatement.

  I was the one flooding his body with pleasure, and I was the one in control of that pleasure. When I sped up, his breathing became more ragged, his moans sharpening with excitement as his hands scraped and grasped his thighs. And when I slowed down, sensually stroking the hardened shaft hot to the touch, his hands rose to his face, as if he was too shy to show me just how much he was enjoying my actions.

  But most of all…

  I loved being in control of the orgasm, and I loved watching him climb every rocky step before hitting that summit, then throwing him into an ecstasy that brought rolling cries to his lips.

  I was in control – and I loved it.

  And damn… did I ever want to fuck him right now.

  I could. I could and he would melt into my arms as I pushed myself into him. He would cling to my torso, dig his fingernails into my back, let out sharp gasps and moans into my ears as his body begged me for more. Finn belonged to me, every inch of him, mind, body, and soul, and he would take care of my sexual needs, as I would his.

  Thanks to Julian, sex was beginning to become something I may enjoy, because it was now an element that I had control over.

  Finn’s eyes were closed, his face tight and his mouth open. The cries were coming in rapid succession now, drowning in accelerated breathing that told me he was close.

  I ripped the thin blanket and sheet off of him so he was lying naked before me. Such a thin, willowy creature, small underneath me, fragile and breakable with soft hairless skin save for the thatch of blond strands that I touched whenever my hand lowered. So innocent and pure, yet his face told me he was desperate for me to take him; he wanted me, badly.

  However, I would not take him tonight. Julian may have no say in what I do with my sengil at home, but I did want to save my first time for him. I would be on top of, and inside of, Finn for the next fifteen years at least. He could wait until I’d had sex with Julian, and then I’d fuck him until I tore him in two.

  But when Finn, drunk with lust, separated his legs for me, welcoming me with a desperation heavily painted on his face, I found myself unable to resist taking advantage of that exposure, and that shadow between his legs. My mind was baking with sexual heat, and if I wasn’t going to have physical sex with him… I at least wanted to get to know my property.

  I removed my hand from Finn’s penis, a hard, circumcised rod of flesh that mine dwarfed, but had a small, twink-like quality I found myself attracted to, and licked my middle finger. I lowered it and placed it against the tightened folds between his legs and gently rubbed and probed it. He saw it as sexual foreplay, but in reality, I had never done this before, not even to myself, and I didn’t want to hurt him when I slipped it in.

  When I was confident enough with the placement, I put pressure on the digit. I watched Finn’s face as I attempted to penetrate him, and was treated to a lustful gasp when the taut hole accepted my advances and allowed the finger to slide in.

  It was hot inside of him, but what was making my own cock throb with desire was the tight grasp he had on my finger. From my lack of experience, I couldn’t tell you if he was tight or not, but to me it seemed like an elastic band wrapped several times around my finger. It was… incredibly arousing, and the continued sexual noises this boy was letting out were testing my restraint in every way possible.

  Finn grabbed onto his knees and pulled them back, his hard penis laying temporarily forgotten between the trimmed hair. His frame was slight and perfect, every inch of him, all the way up to the two spheres tight against his body, even on this warm night.

  Perhaps it wasn’t that bad being fifteen.

  There was something missing though. I wanted him to look at me like I was looking at him. I could see his ghostly silver and white body with my chimera eyesight, but I no longer wanted to see him in this way. So I reached to the side table and flicked on the shaded table lamp, then as Finn’s eyes squinted to adjust to the light, a hand also covering both of his crystal blue eyes, I began probing my finger deep inside of him, before sliding it out, then back in.

  Finn moaned every time my finger entered him, and a half-minute of his eyes adjusting had his hand finally slid down from his face.

  And it was that look… it was that look of lust and love deeply entwined, that had me almost throwing out my own self-control. I wanted to take him, my body was on fire with my need to dominate him, penetrate him, thrust inside of him.

  But no, I was stronger than that and I would prove it.

  I took Finn’s dick into my grasp again, the fingers on my other hand pushing into him, and began to rub it, paying attention to the sensitive head to try and bring him to orgasm.

  And it didn’t take long for me to hear those higher octave moans. Finn let out a squeal, his eyes fixed on me and pouring devotion, and again his tooth bit his bottom lip.

  “Don’t take your eyes off of me,” I suddenly said, surprised at the lust in my tone. “I want to watch you, all of you.” And as I said that, a second finger entered him.

  That was it for Finn. My words, mixed in with my actions launched him to climax, and my own desires blazed when he obeyed my instructions. While the orgasm rocked him, his eyes remained locked with mine, his face making a myriad of expressions as the pleasure grasped him.

  I found myself not needing to watch the cum spill from him, my interest was on his face. I had no need for my eyes to be there anyway, I could feel the semen coat my hand, and the tight hole clench and spasm around my deeply penetrated fingers.

  When the orgasm faded, his head fell back onto the pillow, only breaking eye contact to stare dazed up at the ceiling. I removed my finger slowly and watched his body heave, cum shining on the head and shaft of his cock, and coating his short pubes as well. He was a sight that any gay men would’ve killed for. And he was mine. />
  “Master…” Finn said after a moment to recover; he was still out of breath. “May I finish you?” His eyes flickered lower, I knew what he was seeing because I could feel it. Not only was I hard as stone, but my boxers were unable to contain it; I could feel the air against the head that was now exposed beside my left inner thigh.

  I only had so much restraint.

  “Yes,” I said.

  That was all he needed. With enthusiasm that trumped Julian and Silas both, Finn removed my boxers, only milliseconds after giving him permission. I sat down on the bed with my own legs apart and received his mouth with my own stifled moan.

  I learned that night that sengil training also involved sexual instruction, there was just no other way to explain why this boy was this talented. He knew what he was doing, and had no difficulty taking my larger-than-average length.

  And also no problem taking it deep enough to have his lips touch the base. I must admit, that was something else, I could feel the head sliding down his throat and there was something about that that drove me absolutely wild.

  I’d have to ask one day just where he’d learned this.

  And also… I might just steal a couple of these moves.

  After I’d finished, I opened my eyes to see not a single drop of cum on the pink head, only a shine of saliva from a rather talented mouth. And past my dick, now sensitive but still stiff, I saw a sheepish sengil kneeling over me, licking a finger that must’ve picked up a stray pearl.

  “May I lay with you master?” Finn asked, his tone just as sheepish as his expression.

  I nodded and laid back on the bed. I was tired from only getting an hour or two of sleep, and wanted to rest my eyes before my nightly endeavour to Julian’s. “You may,” I said. “Turn off the light as well.”

  Finn’s heart jumped at my acceptance. I heard the light flick off and darkness banish the red from my closed eyes, then Finn lay down beside me. True to his nature, once he was lying down he wiggled himself closer and closer until he was pressed against my side with a hand resting on my chest.

  “I love you, Master Elish,” Finn said dreamily. He let out a satisfied sigh, oddly resembling more of a cat purr, and nestled himself into me.