8. Chapter 8

Grihul

I stare at this human female on my bed. Kendra, huh? She is just here to annoy me. I try to be nice and offer her my bed, but she apparently hates it. Maybe she thinks that she is special or something and doesn't care about a regular being like me, which is rude.

She remains staring at the ceiling, acting as if she doesn't want to look me in the eyes. Maybe I spread her legs, but that wasn't what I set out to do. I've told her, though. If I meant her harm, I could have done that already. There's nothing she can do to stop me. I outnumber her with my arms.

But she still acts like a brat as if I have to be nice to her.

My cock twitches. It is beyond tempting to do something, but I'm not that kind of guy.

Now, she remains on the bed, but if I move a step or get out of the room, will she—

She sits up and stares at me, even before I make up my mind. She clears her throat. "So, you want to gift me a night on the bed."

"Yes."

"And you'll sleep at the dashboard even though you should be getting a better night's sleep on the bed."

I shrug. "I don't care. It's just another day."

"But I don't feel good receiving this gift. You know... I've not been too nice to you."

"I'm not that kind of male."

"I can see that." She stares at the empty spot on the bed. She isn't big enough to take up all the space, after all. "So... I think the bed is big enough for both of us to sleep in peace."

I narrow my eyes on her and I fold my arms. It sounds like a trap. I doubt she wants to be anywhere close to me, let alone be on the same bed as me.

She peeks at me, waiting for my response. I'd love to be on my bed. It is a lot better than sleeping at the dashboard, but...

I say, "It feels like you're looking for a chance to choke me or something, to kill me in my sleep."

She shakes her head. "Come on... I can't kill you. I don't have a reason to kill you. You've... not done bad things yet."

"Are you implying that I'm going to do bad things?"

She blinks, seemingly doesn't realize that. "Um... You're the one in the know."

She won't like it, but she lights a fire in my stomach and makes my arms twitch.

I say, "I mean, you're the one inviting me to be on the same bed as you."

"We can sleep in peace together. You just have to keep your hands to yourself. Like, all the hands."

I wriggle the fingers of all my hands. "Are you scared of these hands?"

She gulps and stares at me for another moment. "Those look ticklish."

"You're lucky. I'm always going to win a tickling contest."

She laughs. "I don't doubt that at all. You're going to win unless you're matched up with your kind, or those with even more fingers."

I head closer to the bed and also to her. "Are you sure you're fine with me sleeping by your side?"

She pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to make up her mind. I'm not going to make her do it. I'm well prepared and expecting to sleep outside.

But eventually, she nods. "Get comfortable."

I go to the blind and lift it to check the outside. Maybe the power is back up, then we can avoid the potential problems.

Except the power and the storms say, "Not today."

I climb onto the bed instead, situating myself on it. She kicks the blanket and spreads it. "Are you turning off the light?"

"Right, I should do that."

I turn off the light and the moment it goes dark, my heartbeat races. It is dark in the room except for the light that seeps into the room from the corridor outside at the gap of the door.

Now... There's no reason to be scared of a tiny human female, but at the same time, this will be the first time since forever to have another being next to me on a bed.

How will it feel if I hold her in my arms?

I don't think I should do that. She's one of the police, after all, they have to have trained her to beat up bigger beings. Given her size, maybe she had a lot of training to make sure bigger ones like me wouldn't get any advantage.

I get onto the bed. Whatever happens, I'm not standing at the door like an idiot.

She whispers as I climb onto the bed. "The bed shakes."

"Are you complaining?"

"I'm just stating what's happening."

"Okay?"

She pats the pillow. "Here."

"So, you want me right by your side."

"Like... Not too close."

Females, huh?

"Sure, I'll keep my hands to myself."

We put on the blanket, which is luckily big enough, as long as none of us fight for it.

I close my eyes, but another being breathing close by keeps me up.

She isn't here to hurt me and it won't be long until the police can get beings here to fix the power, but still...

Regardless of the situation, there is another being in the room, and I don't know how to feel about that.

Maybe I should close my eyes and sleep, then I won't have to keep thinking about that. It can't take long before the next day comes.

I roll to face the other side of the room, away from where she is. I don't understand this human. Maybe it's my problem, I've never been good at that.

She shifts and moves on the bed, which annoys me. I doubt I can fall asleep when she keeps moving around and reminding me that she exists. The bed itself is a lot more comfortable than the chair at the driving dashboard, but...

I close my eyes and try again. There's an urge in me to hold Kendra in my arms, which I don't understand. Why should I be doing that and why do I want to do that?

Her scent annoys me, too. Now that we're in the same room and she isn't even an arm away from me, I can feel that. It's a sweet scent, which is tempting, but something I know better than act on. Why do I want to hold a mean human who ate my food, and slept on my bed anyway?

The night should just be over already.

My eyelids get heavy, and it feels about right to be snoozing. I move and get comfortable when something reaches for my shoulder.

I flinch. What's going on? Is that a ghost?

Then something sticks to my back and... something warm and soft wraps around my chest.

I blink when my heart race spikes. It has to be Kendra... I thought we agreed to keep our hands to ourselves...

Well, maybe for her, I should keep my hands to myself, but the rule doesn't apply to her.

"Kendra..."

She is quiet, but her arms are still on me. What do I do?

She snuggles even closer until she presses her boobs onto my back. I gasp and try to control myself. Is she asleep? Or is she trying to do something to me? I can't see her face when I'm facing the other side, so...

Her soft body is a bit too tempting. I want to turn around and hold her. Maybe she is testing me.

My cock twitches when she moves around. I thought she hated me and only played along just so I wouldn't hurt her, but apparently, she was the one wanting to touch me.

If she's in for some action, I don't mind. She could have said so. Now that— Fuck—

Her leg finds its way over me and she rubs onto my cock. I flinch when she can be here to kick my balls. Do I push her to the side? It's acceptable when I'm just trying to protect myself, right?

But she doesn't kick me. All she does is stroke my cock with her feet, running up and down my crotch.

What's in her mind? What's wrong with her?

"Kendra... Wake up..." I reach back and pat her hand on my chest, but she is still quiet, seemingly oblivious. Is she really that deep asleep?

I gasp when she leans even closer. Now she makes me hard and I want to do things to her even more...

This female makes it hard to restrain myself.