The Mad Dog of The Apocalypse (pt.11)

“Fine.  I’ll play along, but please make my passing as quick and painless as possible.  So, what do you want from me?” he asked, his head pressing into the tufted fur of her muscled arm.  “You’re about to take everything I have, what else could I possibly do to please you?”

“Just talk to me,” she said, “Start with your real name.”

“John,” he said, “John Milcorren”

“Good to know.  So tell me, Gimpy, you got a little wife to call your own?  Kids?” she asked, “Most men your age do.  Don’t worry about yer young’uns; I’ll raise them as my own.”

“None of your damn business,” he mumbled into the woman’s fur.  He had no wife or children, thankfully.

A little while ago, he had met a young barmaid with short red hair who lived two towns over whom he counted as a very close friend.  He could have sworn he caught her fancy, but he hadn’t heard from her in about a month.  She was a woman by law, but he nevertheless suspected their age difference had finally become too much for her.  It was, obviously, fortunate for her that she had chosen to end it when she did.

He felt glad that he had no children of his own, either.  They would not have been spared.  Any time a man was taken by mamono, even from a far away field of battle, his children, and sometimes wife, soon followed.  No one ever saw or heard from them again.  The girls, he had been told, were converted and the boys, sadly, ended up like their fathers.

“Oh, sounds like someone wants it rough after all,” she said, a smile creasing her face.  “I’m just asking cause if so, this’ll go a lot smoother if I start by fucking her into a hellpup first.  Don’t want her screaming her head off when she walks in on me raping the shit out of you.”

“I said it’s none of your business,” he said.

“Oh?  You don’t want me to make you watch while I fuck her better than you ever could?  Maybe seeing me work could teach you a thing or two.  Then I’ll make her little puppybutt watch while I do you next.  You guys might even like that, you never know.  Ya know, some people really get off on that sorta thing.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hmm…  Soon enough,” she said thoughtfully, “It’s just as well, anyway.  I really wouldn’t mind sharing your flesh with a momano who really wanted a piece of you, but honestly, she’d probably just run away to claim her real lover the moment I turned her out.”

John shut his eyes tight and clenched his jaw.  His hands balled themselves tightly into fists, leaving his knuckles white.  The hellhound must have noticed.

“Uh huh.  Sore spot, huh?” she chuckled.  “So you’ve been down that cuckold road before.  Guess it’s not your thing, huh?  Let’s see…  Tell me if I get this right:  The brave warrior Gimpy travels far afield, sending his pittance of earned silver back home to support his loving wife.  When he finally returns, all beat and broken and helpless to start a family, he finds that his newborn baby comes out the wrong color.  It’s okay though, his wife doesn’t want her child raised by a broken man anyway, when she already has another to take care of all her needs.”

“Bitch,” he hissed.

Without warning, she licked his cheek.  It was so quick he didn’t have time to react, let alone turn his head and bite her tongue as he wished he had done.

“Tastes like failure,” she said with a wicked smile.  “Oh, don’t worry though, I’ll love you with all my heart for the rest of your life.  However long that is.”