Rolanda recoils behind Creepe’s back at Cookie Monster’s shout. Doesn’t she know that the noble Cookie Monster is protecting her?
“She will be Creepe’s whore,” Creepe says with a horrible smile. “The bold and crafty Creepe will feed her the paste of the burenta and put her to sleep. Then, he will stab her whore body with his monstrous cock.”
Cookie Monster’s ears are pounding. His soum hammering in his chest like a mandashee. He wants to kill the nasty Dandroka in front of him for even thinking those thoughts about Cookie Monster’s heavenly mate.
“Creepe’s towering cock will get wet tonight,” Creepe says with a grin.
It is too much for Cookie Monster to handle. He lunges forward with a booming war cry that would make an army of many fanged beasts run away.
Rolanda screams and steps back in fear. “Get back!” she sings. Cookie Monster cannot understand her words but they do not sound good.
And Creepe is loving it all. “She is telling you to die,” he says with a nauseating smirk. “She wants you to go to the Land of the Nevatrun and never come back.”
“Creepe will protect you,” Creepe says in the beautiful song of the pink Sandroka’s language.
Cookie Monster does not understand. How does Creepe know those funny words?
“How does Creepe talk like her?” the swift Cookie Monster asks. Then he remembers. The black dot. It is attached to the quiver of arrows on his back. The rock man, Tin Tom, gave one to each departing Drandroka, but the noble Cookie Monster was so excited to find his mate that he didn’t listen to how it worked.
Cookie Monster holds it out on his finger. “With this?” Cookie Monster asks Creepe. “How does it work?”
Creepe grins, but he helps Cookie Monster out. “Put it on your cock.”
Cookie Monster’s soum pounds. He will finally be able to speak with his wondrous mate. He lifts up the animal skins around his waist, eager to learn the pink Sandroka’s melodious language. He takes his mighty cock in his hands and Rolanda shakes her beautiful head.
“Geez,” she says in words that Cookie Monster does not yet understand. “He’s pulling his dick out again! What is with this guy?”
Creepe places his hands on her waist and pulls her behind him. “Creepe will protect you.”
The powerful Cookie Monster presses the black dot to his impressive cock and it sticks to the soft blue skin.
“Is he masturbating?” Rolanda asks with a look of horror on her pink face.
But why can’t the noble Cookie Monster understand her words? The black dot is not working as it should.
The vile Creepe’s shoulders are shaking like an erupting volterno. A loud booming laugh erupts from his chest and Cookie Monster plants his feet apart as he watches the malicious Drandroka with his muscles tight and ready. “Tell Cookie Monster how it works or he’ll slide an arrow through your howling chest.”
“It was a joke,” Creepe answers, rubbing the water from his eyes. “You must eat it for it to work.”
The swift Cookie Monster quickly removes the black dot from his cock and tosses it into his mouth, swallowing it down.
“What the hell is he doing now?” Rolanda asks, but Cookie Monster still does not understand. He stomps his robust foot in frustration.
Why is it not working?
“This guy makes me nervous,” Cookie Monster’s mate says as she backs away from him. “Can we leave?”
“Creepe will keep you safe,” Creepe says in the mysterious words that Cookie Monster still cannot understand. “He will protect you. Come.”
Cookie Monster’s soum hurts as they walk away. “Wait,” he shouts. “Where are you taking her?”
The vile Creepe turns with a grin on his nasty lips. “The Seeka tribe.”
“The Seeka tribe?!?” Cookie Monster shouts, his insides raging like an erupting volterno. “They will kill her and eat her!”
“Probably,” Creepe says with a vile smirk. “But not before Creepe stuffs her full of his towering cock. He will take her culip and then what use will she be?”
The powerful Cookie Monster’s vision is as red as the Juju plant. He wants to send Creepe to the Land of the Nevatrun where he will not be able to hurt Cookie Monster’s beautiful mate.
“Rolanda has to return to the village,” Cookie Monster says. “The Saku commanded it.”
“You mean the whore?” Creepe answers. He has no respect. No honor.
“The Saku,” Cookie Monster says firmly. “She is the one.”
If Turic heard Creepe speaking of his mate like this, Creepe would have no head.
He is only half Drandroka. Creepe’s mother was from the Seeka tribe. The eaters of Roka flesh. They are even worse than the many fanged beasts.
The noble Cookie Monster never liked Creepe. He was always more Seeka than Drandroka. Rolanda will not be safe with Creepe and she will not be safe with the Seeka tribe. They will use her like a mating toy and then eat her for dinner.