Luscious Melchus: Enter Medusa: Luscious Melchus, #1

By Alexei Auld

What is best in life for Melchus? Crushing his bean bag chair, watching a television before him, and hearing the lamentations of donuts. Preferably, all three at the same time. 

Unfortunately, Melchus hasn't been able to enjoy any of those pleasures since his god-like powers of lusciousness emerged. He's shanghaied by an unrepentant hustler named Dame Rong who demands restitution by prostitution. Her client? A mythological she-beast. Will Melchus be a date for the night or a sacrifice for all eternity? 

Have at thee, mortals. The adventures of LUSCIOUS MELCHUS are upon us!

• Language: English
• Publisher: TemRose Publishing
• Release date: Jun 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513018348

Alexei Auld

Alexei Auld is an Off-Rez alum of Columbia Law School and Sundance's Native Writing Workshop. His writing has been featured in E! True Hollywood Story, Fondo Del Sol, and numerous curated festivals and publications.

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LUSCIOUS MELCHUS: ENTER MEDUSA

Alexei Auld

Luscious Melchus: Enter Medusa

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Copyright © 2015 by Alexei Auld

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

1

"I HAVE NEVER tasted a muffin so moist."

It was the only thing I said. A stupid thing, really. Totally irresponsible. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t lying. The pastry was damned good. Pumpkin spice. My weakness. Tingling my taste buds.

Five minutes later, her tongue was tingling mine.

I told myself she was into it. I mean, she was having more fun than me. Thighs quivering. Guiding my hands to her honey pot.

A poet, I am not.

I yanked my hands off her.

She sank her claws into my finger nooks and guided them into her crannies.

She would not be denied.

So I closed my eyes and thought of the pumpkin spice muffin.

Soft. Moist. Enticing.

And told myself to get over myself.

She was cute. Body was soft like the muffin. Flesh exploding from her top like the cupcake. Expanding into spongy goodness. She smelled like flour, milk, frosting.

And pumpkin spice. The thing that got me here in the first place.

That, and my power.

My power.

Pumpkin spice be damned. This could not stand.

I twisted away from her. Jumped over the counter. And ran for her life.

And that wasn’t a typo.

I started something I dared not finish.

2

"WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL, you big dummy?"

My sister still didn’t get it. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or the mummified gimp writhing underneath her stiletto heel. A mouse ran underneath mine, so I lifted my foot off the ground. It took three shakes to loosen the rodent’s grip from my shoelace.

I never understood my sister’s life decisions. Abandoning me and Granny for New York. Shaving her head. Working in an Egyptian-pyramid-themed S&M club. I always tripped over at least three mummy-wrapped dudes whenever I had to visit. She had some in elaborate sarcopha—

Is it sarcophaguses or sarcophagi?

Whatever, they were mummy coffins for the high-paying clients. Tombs for the mid-level. And for the bargain seekers? Wrapped and dropped on the floor.

Freaked me out, regardless of my genes and ancestors. A shove from my sister brought me back to the issue at hand.

She was down, Mel.

I couldn’t believe her. Really, Lilith?

Lilith scratched her head stubble and sucked her teeth. Per usual. Disgusted. She took it out on the gimp by tap-dancing on his mummified body, which dwarfed her childlike frame. Like a shorn Shirley Temple humiliating King Tut.

Melchus, you have a gift—

Don’t call it that.

You know how many people would kill, and I mean kill, to do what you can do?

What about you?

What about me?

I don’t see you gallivanting around with what you can do. I paused with all the melodramatic momentum I could muster. Wait a minute. You do. That’s why we’re here in a… What do you call this kind of place?

She stopped dancing. Do you want me to leave?

I heard something rustling. I looked around and I was surrounded by mummified shapes in the darkness squirming and contorting