Hypnovember 2021 Stories

Day 4: Monster

by Fractured Puppet

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #f/f #f/m #pov:bottom #sub:female #bondage #consensual_kink #cws_in_chapter_forewords #D/s #dom:male #dom:nb #drones #exhibitionism #f/nb #fantasy #furry #hypnosis #hypnotic_amnesia #hypnotic_bondage #hypnotic_language #hypnotic_machine #lactation #m/nb #microfiction #multiple_partners #nb/nb #pov:top #scifi #solo #sub:male #sub:nb #urban_fantasy

CW: Feeding, Monsters

Cierra giggled as she remembered the first time she'd tasted snow on her tongue. The way the cold crystal had melted to cool water, the tingle on her skin. The sharpness of the wind and the flakes falling around her.
There was a groaning noise, and suddenly she was in a different memory. Sitting behind a stall, crying. She'd just learned she would be sent away. Unable to stay in the little town where she'd grown up, she was to be Apprenticed to some stupid bard...
Another groan, and her body swam with weakness, shuddering with fatigue. They'd been walking through the fens for days, it felt like, and no rest for any of them. The orcs had been too close behind them. Bertrand had tried to make them sleep with a song on his enchanted lute. The orcs had been stunned for a moment, enough to buy them a little time, but the moment he stopped playing...there had been so many arrows, and when they overran him, so much blood.
Cierra's eyes were filled with unshed tears when there was one last groan, filled with satisfaction, and then a sticky, sliding sensation that seemed to move from deep inside of her skull until it left one ear, and then the other.
"Wake slowly," a voice commanded her in gentle tones. "Wake and remember."
Blinking her eyes to clear them, Cierra tried to lift herself from the well padded couch before a hand reached out to ease her back down.
"Take a moment."
She settled for turning her head to see the tentacled face of Th'arrax looking down at her, two sets of golden orange eyes blinking in a rippling sequence at her.
"How do you feel, Cierra?"
She considered that.
"Weak. Tired. But...better. Less angry. Less...guilty. I remember now. There had been so many..."
"It was not your faullt," Th'arrax agreed.
"He was a good master. He trained me as best as he could."
"True. But he still chose to attempt a risky stunt rather than run."
She shrugged at the thought-eater. "It was his duty to protect me."
Th'arrax's tentacles rippled in a way she knew was the equivalent of a frown. "It is unkind to speak ill of the departed. I will simply say I would have run with you, instead."
Cierra nodded, and let her head fall back. She had been struggling with her Master's death for a long time. She'd resented him for taking her away from her family, even as she learned to appreciate what he was teaching her. She wasn't sure she had loved Bertrand in the way she loved her Mother or Father, but he'd been kind in his own ways, and despite Th'arrax's point, he'd chosen to trade his life for hers.
It felt good to be able to think about it rationally. To consider it without the urge to vomit, rage, or weep. She knew the thought-eater considered it a service (and a free meal), but she'd have to think of a way to thank him.
For now, she would let her tired body carry her back into sleep, knowing she would finally be able to dream without nightmares chasing her away from rest.

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