Vol1
Land Sivers was having a dream, a nightmare, rightly so.
He dreamed of the house he had been in when he was a child, which was a bit funny, because he actually didn't remember much what the house looked like, the only thing he remembered was the smell of dust and floor wax under the bed - the tragic past that took him away Everything when he was taken away by "Lilith" was firmly engraved in his skull.
But in this dream, everything was so clear.
The soft, pastel-colored rug on the floor, the scented oranges and apples on the coffee table, the silverware on the fireplace, in front of the candlesticks are pictures of him, him and Vincent, and the family…
And his father sat on the rug with his legs wide open, stretched out his hands and laughed at something on the other side of the rug and said, "Hey baby, come here, come here Daddy."
Rand saw the mass squirm.
After seeing what it was, he took a step back in disgust. He couldn't believe his eyes - it was a baby!
But Rand really doesn't think it's an ordinary baby. Its upper body has soft, fat limbs like a real child, but the lower body... It's like God made a joke, in the human child's body The lower body was stuffed with a fat short tail like a small seal.
At the same time, there are sparse and fine scales on the surface of that tail.
When it crawled towards his father, the action was so awkward and terrifying, like a fleshy... monster.
But his father, the laughing man, didn't seem to notice the horror of the monster at all, and his gaze was filled with tenderness.
"Come here daddy..."
He continued.
[No—don’t get close to him—]
Everything in front of him made Rand feel horrified, and he screamed subconsciously, but he couldn't make any sound at all in the dream.
He watched as his father hugged the monster, then took it into his arms, pierced its face with a beard, and forced it to make a series of weird and terrifying "chirps" (he assumed it was a monster) of laughter).
Seconds later, another woman appeared, and she did what Rand wanted to do in his place—she rushed over, sobbing, and snatched the monster from his father's arms.
"I can't believe it?!" She yelled at her father with a twisted expression, "You can still be so nonchalant! God, Rand is also our child... How can you treat it like this?!"
Father looked at the woman in confusion, the smile on his face turning into deep pain.
"Honey, we've already agreed..."
"No! I can't take it anymore! God, looking at Rand like this, I regret it, I really regret it..."
The woman was crying like a madman. She looked crazy and had nothing to do with beauty, but it was the distorted face when she cried that made Rand suddenly remember that this was his mother.
"Honey! Everything we do is for this family! Are you going to watch Vincent die?"
"No... how can I... Vincent... Rand... woohoo..."
"We don't have a choice, you and I both know that, Vincent wouldn't survive without Rand!"
"But, but..."
…
"Dad, Mom?"
A breathless call made the two people in the dispute stop at the same time.
They turned their heads pale, and a young boy with a white body like a ghost was sitting in a wheelchair, and his bright red eyes were looking at them in horror.
"What is it that I can't live without Rand?"
—This boy is Vincent when he was young.
Rand blinked, then recognized it.
Father, Mother, Vincent... And the one who's left...
Rand suddenly felt a suffocation, he couldn't breathe, something was squeezing him, pressing him.
His eyes fell on the little monster that suddenly appeared in the dream.
That fleshy body and fat lower limbs, that monster has milk-like skin, it is also a product of albinism, it, it is—
…
"Do not-"
Rand let out a scream and snapped his eyes open.
He woke up from his sleep, his vision blurred.
Then he clearly felt the wetness on his lips... Munster's terrifyingly handsome face came into view, its thin, cold lips still pressed tightly before Rand opened his eyes. On Rand's mouth, while its tongue was pulled out of Rand's mouth, the tip of the tongue carried the saliva from sucking and stirring.
"Lan, Ran, Rand, you're awake."
Its red eyes widened with fright, and it stuttered a little.
"God... what are you doing?"
Rand rubbed his head and said.
It wasn't until this time that he realized that the base of his tongue was a little sore, which made him hoarse when speaking, and the back of his head hurt terribly.
When he sat up slowly, he could feel his brains shaking in his head.
And most importantly, Munster's upper body was almost all on him.
"You are so heavy."
Rand said angrily.
"I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry! I'm doing artificial respiration... yes, I'm doing artificial respiration for Rand I'm sorry I'm a little heavy..."
Munster almost jumped in place with his tail twitching, and his words were so incoherent that Rand rubbed his forehead for a while before he understood the meaning of his words.
"I think I was knocked out," he said slowly. "No need for artificial respiration."
…
After a moment of silence, Munster's eyes shone with water.
"sorry… "
It twisted the hem of the T-shirt with its fingers, looking innocent.
"No, it's okay, don't apologize, thank you." Rand couldn't help but reached out and rubbed its head.
But his movements soon affected a muscle in the back of his neck, which affected his wound. He couldn't control it and let out a low moan.
"God—I think I was attacked," he grumbled pale, looking up at Munster. "Those scavengers, I mean, those who attacked me, and they ran away?"
Rand glanced around him.
He was lying in the pile of foam that he had been optimistic about before, with cardboard under him, and cardboard that had been deliberately rubbed soft.
The light of the sky was streaming from the open window, and there were birds chirping in the woods... Obviously, it was already early morning. The whole room was silent, except for the movements from Rand and Munster, and no other people's movements were seen.
Munster's pupils swelled slightly after hearing Rand's question, and it blinked.
"Munster?" Rand was still troubled by the pain of the wound, and did not notice the unusual silence of the little monster beside him.
Munster suddenly put his hand on Rand's shoulder, and it poked its head toward Rand.
"Those people... fled. They, thought you were dead, then saw me again, they freaked out, and ran away."
Munster said slowly.
"Rand, you have a lump on the back of your head..."
It looked at Rand's wound, its voice getting deeper and deeper.
"For God's sake, Munster, how are you? Those people didn't hurt you after seeing you, did they?"
"No, no... don't move, Rand, don't move..."
Munster suddenly fixed Rand's head with both hands, its face was close to the back of Rand's neck, and then said in a low voice.
The next moment, the long tongue sighed from between its lips.
Its tongue now looks very similar to that of humans, but it is longer and more flexible. The tip of the tongue is thin, and the glands used to secrete the mermaid fluid are hidden under the tip of the tongue, showing two tiny pink bumps. rise.
It licked up Rand's wound mass.
"Ow—"
Rand's body suddenly trembled.
"Um... don't touch Rand... I want you to feel better..."
Munster said vaguely.
The tip of its tongue licked back and forth on Rand's skin, its mouthparts had vanished in metamorphosis, and the only way to stimulate the glands to secrete that healing mucus was by rubbing against the skin.
The wet feeling made Rand's entire back tense.
"Munster, no, stop, what are you doing..."
he cried weakly.
It's all so weird... Rand thought, but what's even more strange is that Rand found that although he shouted "stop", his body was limp, and there was no strength to struggle.
His fingers tightened the fabric of his trousers, and his fingertips were a little whitish.
A thin nasal sound overflowed.
…
"tick..."
The sap from the tip of Munster's tongue clings thickly to his wound, and some follow the arc of Rand's spine, all the way down and into the inside of the collar...
A cool feeling overflowed from Rand's burning wound, and after a while, the pain completely disappeared.
When Rand reached out and stroked the back of his neck, even the lump was completely gone.