I can’t lose him. I can’t.
It takes his dying to finally notice how much I appreciate him and want him close. It’s not just feeling secure and safe around him, it’s feeling loved, wanted and noticed for a change. He thinks I’m beautiful. He thinks I’m worth loving.
I think the same about him.
But I can’t tell him.
And he’s going to die.
***
The swift and powerful Cookie Monster doesn’t feel so swift and powerful. He is lying on the ground, pierced with the arrows sent from his gorgeous mate and the dagger wound delivered from his vanquished enemy.
The pain is great but nothing compared to the pain of seeing the sadness in his Rolanda’s stunning eyes. She looks sad and alone.
The great Cookie Monster tries to get up to take the hurt away from her eyes but she places a hand on his chest and pushes him back down.
“How can I help you?” she asks. Her words are nonsense without the black freckle from the rock man. Cookie Monster cannot understand. “Tell me.”
His strong leg stings like the bites from an army of crantoqs where Rolanda shot the first arrow. The swift Cookie Monster holds his powerful breath as he wraps his stout hand around the arrow and pulls it out of his leg, showing no fear.
“What the hell, Pontuck?!?” his mate sings, her voice as melodious as the heavens above. Pontuck wraps his hand around the arrow in his shoulder, spurred on by her encouragement. “Stop it! Don’t just yank them out! You’re going to bleed to death!”
Normally, Cookie Monster wouldn’t just pull the arrows out for fear of bleeding to death, but if Rolanda believes that is the right thing to do, he will listen to his beloved mate.
“Leave it in there!” she sings, her voice giving the powerful Cookie Monster courage. He must do as she says and pull out the arrows.
“Are you fucking crazy?!?” she says, soothing him while the pain of removing the arrow from his shoulder burns through his body. The noble Cookie Monster will keep the arrow forever and cherish it. It is a gift from his mate and will be close to his soum until his hair turns a light blue and he himself crosses to the Land of the Nevatrun.
“Oh my God, there’s so much blood!”
Rolanda’s beautiful face turns white as the belly hair of a raskata. Why does she look so upset when Cookie Monster is only doing as she asks?
He does not understand a word but she talks to him as if he does. Cookie Monster doesn’t mind. He loves the sexy sound of her voice and the noble words of her people.
“I’m shitting my pants over here!” she sings. “What the cock fucking shit am I supposed to do?!?”
She gasps as her beautiful mouth drops open. “The Juju plant!” she sings before running off into the forest.
“Hegna,” Cookie Monster calls out to her gorgeous naked body. Wait.
It is dangerous to run in the forest. Cookie Monster’s beautiful pink Sandroka needs his protection. “Arrgh.” He can’t move. The pain is too fierce.
Still, the tough and powerful Cookie Monster fights through it for his Rolanda. He crawls to his knees and then stands on shaky legs.
He will fight and die for her. This is nothing.
The noble Cookie Monster can do anything for his mate and her delicious culip.
***
“Finally,” I hiss as I find the huge red plant. I break off a big leaf and make sure that it has the healing gel inside. Yes!
I sprint back to where I left Pontuck, bleeding to death on the rock. I’m sprinting through a dinosaur filled forest completely naked and I don’t even care. All I can think about is getting back to my blue boyfriend before his sexy muscular body runs out of blood.
“What are you doing?” I shout when I emerge from the forest and see him standing up on wobbly legs.
“Zacuter salik eder hatooie,” he says in his weird alien language.
“Hatooie is right,” I say, helping him back down to the rock. He lays down and I squeeze out the clear gel from the stalk directly onto the wound on his stomach. I grab my only shirt and rip it to pieces. I place a wad on his wound, pressing down to stop the pink bleeding.
I repeat the same process on his injured thigh and on the hole in his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper as I press down on his shoulder, making him grunt. “I’ll get better at aiming, I promise.”
After ten minutes of furious work, I have him all wrapped up like a blue mummy. I peek under the first bandage and the wound is already healing with the magic gel. He’ll be okay.
He lowers his head to the rock and smiles warmly at me as he drifts off to sleep. I shot this guy with two arrows and he’s still giving me puppy dog eyes…My first boyfriend dumped me because I broke his Smashing Pumpkins CD by accident. I like Pontuck better.
I stroke his silky soft hair as his breathing slows and he falls asleep. The poor guy was up all night, he gave me three unbelievable orgasms, and if that wasn’t enough, he had a battle to the death over me.