As with the previous chapter, this one contains quite a bit of monster violence, but not as intense and horrific as the previous one. Still, between that one and this I wouldn't go skinny-dipping in the ocean at night anytime soon... >;)
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Prometheus Busted — Part 5
By Skaea
Contains: F/M, M/M, and */M ballbusting, femdom, peril, violence/gore, and graphic castration.
Word Count: 5,911
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Myrmex of Mattellia, as played by Sam Bond
Chapter 5: Myrmex
This must be the place, Tristan thought, his gaze shifting from the card he was holding to the magnificent sparkling courtyard in front of him, which seemed to have been ripped straight from the cover of some trashy fantasy romance novel. The garden seemed to cover the width of a basketball court, with winding paths flanked by exotic flowers and plant life that looked like it didn’t otherwise exist on Earth. At the center was a massive fountain, with stone-hewn sea monsters shooting torrents of water from their mouths high into the air above it.
In short, the most pretentious place anyone could live in. At least from Tristan’s standpoint, anyway.
But he was not here to scorn the scenery. Taking the shortest route to the front door of the Greco-Roman-styled, almost gilded mansion, he narrowly avoided multiple carnivorous plants on the way, and couldn’t help but notice several varieties of strange insects inhabiting the garden, including a species of ruby-red ant as big as his thumbnail with giant, serrated jaws. He quickly guessed that picnics here were out of the question.
Once he reached the extravagant front porch, Tristan wondered whether it was really worth coming here. But he decided he had nothing to lose, not after his nards had recently detonated thanks to the venom of a monstrous many-headed water serpent. He’d put the head he’d accidentally obtained from it in a plastic bag and put in the backpack he was currently wearing, hoping this ‘Myrmex’ would help him understand it. He doubted someone as rich and snooty as whoever owned this place would lend a hand, though. As usual.
He knocked on the door anyway… and was greeted by a surprise that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
It was as though he was staring down the heroic barbarian protagonist of an 80’s fantasy cartoon. The man was eight feet tall, olive-skinned and blue-eyed, scantily clothed, and so stupendously muscular that his arms alone were the same width as Tristan’s torso. His flowing golden hair went down to his lower back, and was matched by a small goatee on his otherwise smooth, almost marble-hewn face. His forearms and lower legs were covered in furs, with fingerless leather gloves on hands as big as the smaller man’s head and Greek-style sandals over his enormous feet. His only other articles of clothing were two leather straps crossing his chest and a leopard-fur loincloth over his waist… the latter of which just barely failed to conceal the biggest genitalia Tristan had ever seen.
“Oh? Didn’t expect someone to stop by at this hour! Well, hi there!”
