Seven Mates
“Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’
The seven of them? How ridiculous! What?
“Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’
I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them.
Where is the remaining one?
I don’t give a damn.
Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?
I’m not a toy. I abstained from being manipulated.
“Do your worst,’ I sneered. “I don’t give a damn ass about who you are. Fuck the moon goddess. Was she blind or drunk choosing seven mates for me? You all must be