by Milana Jacks
“What are—”
“Answer with ‘Yes or no, my lord.’”
“But—”
“Rose, I’d hate to gag you and hog-tie you for your first time.”
My face burned.
Arthur tugged my bra again.
Before he ripped my favorite old thing, I put up my hands.
“Good girl.” Arthur glided his palms over my breasts as he slid off my sports bra. My breasts free, I sighed in relief. It never quite felt like coming home more than after I took off my sports bra. Arthur stared at my breasts. “You have beautiful tits.” A palm played over my right breast, then over my nipple. The nipple perked, inviting him. He did the same for the other one, then lifted my breasts and put them together. He nodded, resolved about something I didn’t quite understand, then lowered my arms and pushed down on my shoulders.
I knelt, my face in line with his erection. Or two erections. The bulge in his pants was huge.
Arthur leaned back on the sink. “Undress me.”
This was happening. I was going to have sex with my Holy Grail.
My palms sweated, and when my human hand started shaking, I fisted it.
“Or don’t,” he said. “Please don’t do it. Don’t do anything I tell you to do.”
“What?” I was confused.
Arthur unbuckled his belt and, in one swift move, yanked it away. He rounded me and crouched behind me, where he trapped my hands. I jerked my implant away, my mechatronic fingers clenched tightly.
“What’s the matter?” he whispered at my ear.
I said nothing.
“I hope you know you can kick me out at any time. We’re not strangers. We never were strangers. So what’s the matter?”
My implant made me a cyborg, and Arthur hated cyborgs. I’d be damned if I would admit to not loving myself as much as I used to when I was a human. While my new hand served as a life-saving apparatus that made me stronger and probably a lot healthier than before, it also made me a cyborg too early and against my will. I wasn’t prepared to wake up a cyborg. But I’d rather he didn’t know and think me weak. Reluctantly, I rested my techy hand at the small of my back. His touch on it was featherlight. As much as the Cy tried, they could never replicate the sensitivity of a human hand, the touch we exchanged with one another.
The belt wound around my wrists, and Arthur came to stand before me again. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. His dicks sprang out like swords, and he fisted one, moving his hand up and down on it. I stared and measured their size, then gulped loudly. Arthur fit one dick between my breasts and lifted them, then moved his hips back and forth. I stared at the mushroom tip.
“Open your pretty mouth, Rose.”
When the tip peeked between my breasts, I stuck out my tongue. His dick tasted salty, and I could scent Arthur’s arousal. I pushed out my chest so he could fit himself even better and licked his dick every time it hit my mouth. Arthur’s pace increased, his dick getting harder and harder.
“Fuck,” he groaned and dropped my breasts. I scooted closer and eyed his dick, then opened my mouth wide and looked up.
Eyelids dropped over his green eyes that shone much brighter than usual, telling me this man wasn’t really human either. I licked the tip of him, and he groaned. I licked again, teasing him.
“This is torture,” he said.
I found that I enjoyed having this power over my Holy Grail. So I went to work. His dick hard in my mouth, I fit it all inside, then gagged when it blocked my throat. Arthur’s hand wound in my hair and released my ponytail. My hair tickled down my back, and he fisted it. I kept gagging as he thrust inside. “Relax your throat, baby.”
I tried not to get excited about the “baby” thing. And failed. The butterflies in my belly stirred, and I bobbed my head faster on his dick. Arthur’s breaths came louder and louder, and then he yanked me up and slammed me against the wall. He trapped me with his body and cupped my face with both hands, eyes locked with mine. “I would give up the world for you. And I will.”
He slammed his mouth over mine, and I opened to let him inside, fumbling with my tongue, trying to do this making-out thing like a big girl, like I’d been kissed a million times before. It was easy. Arthur guided my head, his tongue moved, his mouth molding, and I followed along.
My pussy clenched, and I needed to rub it on something. I hooked my leg over his hip. Arthur broke the kiss and stripped off the rest of my clothes, then his. Our bodies, like magnets, met, and we kissed again while Arthur unwound the belt trapping my wrists. Never once moving his mouth from mine, he picked me up and stepped under the warm water in the shower. I held on to his shoulders and locked my legs behind his back. Inside the shower, he kissed me some more while his clever fingers probed my entrance. I whimpered into his mouth, barely able to breathe.
We separated and stared at each other while Arthur stuck two fingers into my entrance. I winced and hoped he didn’t notice. “Baby, have you been saving yourself for me?”
I nodded and leaned my head against the tile, enjoying the light probe of his fingers. Arthur bent and sucked my nipple. I started squirming over his fingers as they went deeper and deeper inside me. I extended my hand and found one dick so I could stroke. Arthur grunted and said, “Put it on your pussy.”
I did so and locked eyes with his.
My implant beeped.
Arthur glanced at it. “What is it?”
My face burned. “The stupid thing beeps when my heart rate accelerates and I’m not exercising.”
Arthur smirked. “I predict it’s gonna do a lot of beeping tonight.”
I swallowed, nervous and excited.
Arthur pecked my lips and kissed them while I froze in anticipation. I felt his dick at my entrance, and as Arthur lowered my body on it, the dick stretched me. He moved my body up and down, settling me deeper and deeper each time. My eyes fluttered closed, but I snapped them open when I heard a noise coming from Arthur’s chest.
It was a purr. Subtle, low, and so sexy.
“And the beast remembers,” he said, and thrust inside me.
I gasped and bit his lower lip, sucked it inside my mouth while Arthur moved his hips and fucked me. The water bounced off our bodies, cooling the heat between us, and the way he fucked me was way better than I’d imagined. His dick felt huge, my pain was welcome, and Arthur knew just how to get me off.
He hit the spot inside me every time.
We came together, our bodies molded as one. I never wanted us to separate.
11
Arthur
Mother Nature had taken Rose’s spirit, but she couldn’t take away how I felt about Rose. And my dragon had awoken last night and purred for her. Seeing as I refused to be a slave to some higher fucking purpose that did nothing for me, when it came to Rose, I would be just a man. On the bed, I leaned on my elbow and traced her beautiful arched back with a finger. When I got to the small of her back, I continued and dragged the sheet down. Rose’s ass was as firm as a rock. I could barely contain myself from wanting to spank it. I grabbed and squeezed the hard flesh. I wanted to fuck her every waking minute of the day.
Rose slept the way her brother slept, which was like the dead, so she didn’t stir as I groped her. Chuckling, I walked to the window and stretched. The plasma looked pretty against the morning rays, but not as pretty as it would look if I could make it disappear. I rubbed my eyes, then narrowed them. I blinked.
An eagle perched on the bridge across the Detroit River, and because an eagle’s sight was nearly as good as a dragon’s sight, Seven could see me. I searched for the manual blinds and found none. I commanded the windows to tint, and nothing happened. Out in the living room, something rolled, and the door opened to admit Rose’s foot-tall red-and-white robot. It glided across the floor and stopped next to me, looking up as if it were a dog begging for a treat.
“Tint the windows,” I told it.
The room dimmed, and the night light came on.
“Thanks,�
�� I said, expecting the robot to move away. It rolled to the corner and shut off.
I looked back outside. I needed Seven. I needed her to fly out and see Knight, announce my arrival into his territory or else he’d throw a fit. I should get out there or at least call her over and send her on her way. A better man than me would’ve asked Knight for permission to touch his baby sister. I was not that man. Rose was mine. It was a done deal, and no matter what Knight said, I wasn’t changing my mind about her. Not for Knight, not for Mother Nature, not for anyone. If I couldn’t have Rose, the world would freeze, the cyborgs would clone themselves, multiply, and the human race would die out.
As I rolled back into bed with Rose, I didn’t care about the consequences. Not even a little bit. Mother Nature shouldn’t have taken the spirit from Rose. My dragon beast had loved and lost once before. He slumbered inside me now, lost and confused, purring for a woman who no longer held the spirit. It was as if someone dangled love in front of his face, then took it away the same way people had dangled their love in front of me as I was growing up.
My dad in particular.
He’d loved me more than he should. I’d gotten out of my parents’ house early enough, though, the night before he’d promised to visit me in my bed. Had I told my mom and she’d confronted him, he would just have beaten her. I told nobody. Around eleven one night, I slung on my backpack, climbed out the window, and ran away. Sometimes I’d go back to the old house just to remind myself where I came from.
At twelve, I vowed I’d live a different life from the one I grew up in. I didn’t want to pinch pennies or open my fridge only to air it out because there was no food inside. And I had come into some money but took the crooked route that landed both Knight and me in prison. We served prison sentences for our former mob boss when we should’ve gotten a better lawyer. But the boss hadn’t bothered with us lowlives. Yeah, in the aftermath of the apocalypse, I’d visited him and taken everything he owned from each of his mansions. Cold hard cash and lots of jewelry, even some bricks of gold. Stashed that shit in a lava-made cave I’d found right under the former Guard base the Elite had wanted to demolish. I’d be damned if I let the colonel build a fucking habitat over my nest.
Rose mumbled something and turned around. She faced me now and snuggled under the covers. I dropped my arm over her and brought her closer, burying my nose in her hair. My chest grew heavier, my dragon definitely more awake now.
A few years back, I’d inherited my dragon’s memories. At the time, I hadn’t understood why the beast allowed me access to those, but now I understood. We shared pain. I carried his, and he carried mine. He wanted me to see what he’d done. The man who had carried this beast had fallen in love with a woman. She hadn’t loved him back and had married another. On the day of her wedding, the man got upset, poured his anger into his dragon beast, and used his element to draw power from the Earth’s core. He flooded the world with lava. Millions had died. Millions had suffered respiratory failure for years to come.
In a way, he’d given rise to the cyborgs.
But although I wasn’t that man, I was the same dragon. All that was his was also mine, so when I first received my beast’s memories, the guilt drove me to drink. After about a year, I sobered up and sought out Knight. It was then that the destructive creature first stirred in my chest. Now I understood what had happened when I went to see Knight one Christmas when Rose was spending the holidays at his house. The dragon recognized Rose as his spirit. He wanted her.
Mother Nature had refused my summons, so when I heard she’d approached Lance, it pissed me off. Lance had told us about the spirits, and I immediately understood my dragon’s draw toward Rose was justified. I allowed him some leeway on Rose, but again had to restrain myself because she was simply too young. It had been a painful road.
Two years ago, on her sixteenth birthday, I’d just fallen asleep when she came into my room, crawled into my bed, and kissed me like her life depended on it. I couldn’t refuse, and I couldn’t accept it either. Honestly, I allowed myself a taste of her and cherished the memory for the next two years, counting the days until I would mate her. But I never even considered that Mother Nature would dare take her away from me. Not just me but from the dragon Mother knew would turn against people if only I wished for it. Last night, he’d stirred, and we came into power. Not entirely, I’d say, but enough.
The dragon now slumbered, awaiting my command. I felt my element all around me, and I didn’t have any balance in check. History just might repeat itself.
The eagle screeched.
Seven wouldn’t give up.
Groaning, I got up and padded to the nightstand, opened it, looking for pen and paper so I could leave a note for Rose. Yeah, yeah, I was old school. Pen and paper for me, thank you very much. Rose’s nightstand was filled with anything but papers or pens. I rummaged through the clutter and found something packed inside a pink velvet bag. Dragons were nosey by nature. Velvet anything could be valuable. I opened the sack, took out the contents. It was a pink butt plug with swirls, looking suspiciously like a unicorn’s horn. I stifled my laugh and put the plug on the nightstand.
I dug back into the drawer, now curious to see what other toys I’d find inside.
“Looking for something?” Rose asked and turned onto her back. Her tits were bare, and with her legs slightly spread, her little pussy peeked between them. I wanted to lick it.
“Piece of paper and a pen,” I said.
She frowned. “Um. I don’t think I have any paper.” Rose crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom.
Of course not. Paper was ancient history here in the habitat. Some kids barely knew how to write anymore. Everything was typed or spoken. The handwriting of a thirteen-year-old looked more like a five-year-old’s scribble. Art didn’t exist unless it had a purpose. I was pretty sure Rose couldn’t remember ever painting or coloring. Small things like that, humans didn’t even realize they’d lost. If allowed, cyborgs would lose all senses, and not just on their bodies. We would grow old in a world of machines. We’d become robots, maybe even sleep shut off in the corner of our bedrooms.
I didn’t see a reason to save the Earth from the Ice Age for this kind of future. And so I wouldn’t look for a spirit. If a spirit was found, and if my dragon attempted to control my feelings for someone else who wasn’t Rose, I would simply destroy the planet immediately.
So that was what I intended to write to Knight, not say it for Seven. She’d freak out. As for the colonel, he would never allow me to marry Rose. I was a human, and I always would be, whereas he believed her future shone brightly with some other cyborg male who would clone her over and over again. It would never happen.
As soon as Rose returned, I threw her on the bed and covered her body with mine. I kissed her, tickling her side. Rose laughed, and it was fucking music to my ears, and while I really wanted to have a nice morning with her, my dicks were hard and I wanted to fuck. “Baby, how’s your pussy?”
Rose blushed prettily. I kissed her cheek and neck and tapped her pussy with my fingers, surprised to find her entrance moist and ready.
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” Rose said.
Even if she wasn’t, she’d tell me she was. I knew this girl better than I knew myself.
She glanced away, and her gaze stayed there.
She slapped a palm over her face. “I can’t believe you found my dildo.”
“Dildo?”
She spread her fingers and peeked between them, her almond-shaped brown eyes sleepy and sexy as hell. I pecked her full lips and grabbed her leg to pull it up.
She pointed at the butt plug on the stand. “That thing.”
“It’s not a dildo, baby.”
Rose frowned. “What do you mean? I’ve been using it as one.”
“It’s a butt plug.”
Her eyes were saucers. “No way.”
I nodded. “Did you put it here?” I slid my fingers down to her asshole and poked it. “Hm?”
> “Maybe.”
“Good girl.”
Rose beamed at me. She liked to be called good girl. I made a note of that and poked both her asshole and her pussy. Rose panted, and when I felt she was ready to go, I thrust inside her. Her pussy was a vise, and I had to push hard to stretch it. Not that I minded. I fucked her nice and slow, wondering if Rose could take my seed.
Rose lay on the bed, a vacant look in her eyes, her black hair splayed over my pillow. She was well fucked and groggy, and I smirked as she rubbed her implant.
“Does it…itch?” I asked.
Rose stared at the ceiling. “I’m a cyborg,” she said, and her gaze locked with mine. “I’m not your dragon mate either. Isn’t that right?”
I couldn’t lie. I should lie. Decision time. “You are mine, Rose.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re evading.”
This conversation was inevitable, and leave it to Rose to want to clear the air right now. “There are four elemental dragons,” I said. “Three have joined with their spirits and gained full control of their elements. I’m left to nourish the Earth and attempt to restore it to where it was before the Ice Age. Mother Nature thought it appropriate to take your spirit when my dragon had already recognized it. I…well, you are mine. So, no spirit, no fucking defrost. I will do nothing.”
Rose smiled and played with the diamond studs in my ears. “Is it really up to you?”
“I don’t see why not. I’m not gonna be controlled by some mad nature figure. If she doesn’t like it, she can have the dragon back.”
Rose froze and dropped her hand. “You would give up your dragon?”
“Without a thought.”
She bit her lip. “For me?”
I pecked her nose and played with her pussy, then adjusted my dick, ready to settle back into her warm channel. A palm on her breast, I lifted and sucked her nipple.