by Lila Dubois
“You will be good, because you will be punished if you are not.”
“Don’t hurt me,” Margo whispered. She winced as she said it—honestly where was she getting this B-movie dialogue? Time to stop watching TCM late at night.
“I will hurt you if I want to. If it pleases me to hurt you.”
Well that wasn’t a line from a spaghetti western.
Runako turned to the stone box and pulled out…
A snowball? He showed it to her, and Margo’s eyes went wide as she considered the possibilities. Runako dropped the snowball back into the stone box. Margo stretched her hand to it and felt the cold radiating off the stone. Runako must have flown up the mountain to the snow-capped peak and brought back the snow.
You had to love a man who knew how to plan.
Runako captured the hand she’d stretched towards the box and laced his fingers with hers. His lips met her in a soft kiss that soon turned savage. His tongue pushed between her teeth to taste the roof of her mouth. His lips scraped hers and his teeth bit her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.
Taking up the snowball he pinched off a small piece and pressed it to her lips. The cold was lovely and welcomed on lips that were hot and swollen from too many kisses. Slowly the snow melted, water trickling down the sides of her face, forging paths along her neck before disappearing into her scattered hair.
He pinched off a second piece, murmuring “Open,” and slipped it into her mouth. Margo drank down the cold of the melting snow. Her fingers strayed to her clit. His mastery was arousing to the point that Margo was sure that if she didn’t have an orgasm, now, she’d die.
Runako caught her hand and pulled it away from her sex. “You need to be punished, not pleasured.”
“I want you,” Margo whispered.
“Good.” Again he pinched off a piece of snow, but this he placed on her sternum, between her breasts, the trail of water running up to her neck and off to each side, slipping below the swell of each breast.
Margo hissed as the snow melted, but rather than making her cold she was getting hotter and hotter as he toyed with her. When his fingers once more approached her body, a pinch of snow in his grip, Margo knew where it was going, even before he laid it against her nipple. She gasped and jerked, the sensation so strong it was painful, her teeth clenching as he held the snow firmly against her nipple. Her flesh rucked up, tight and red, but still he held it there, freezing the tight bud. Her single whimper turned into a repeated sound, an unending plea for him to stop, and one that he would not obey, a plea for him to do more, again that he would not obey.
When the last of the snow melted, he switched breasts as the next fingerfull of snow was placed on the unabused nipple. Again she whimpered and shivered through the painful cold, her fingers trembling where she still held open the lips of her sex. Margo thrashed her head side to side, reveling in her role of helpless victim. She whimpered and moaned pitifully, watching him from beneath her lashes.
“The cold is painful isn’t it?” he growled.
She nodded.
“But you are aroused by it aren’t you? You might whimper, begging me to stop, but you are dripping wet. I can smell how aroused you are.”
Margo closed her legs, rubbing her thighs together in a vain attempt to find relief.
“Spread your legs,” he barked, and Margo parted her knees. Runako slapped the inside of each thigh with the hand that wasn’t holding the bit of snow against her nipple. He grunted in satisfaction as she spread her legs wider, wantonly displaying her sex. He dipped a finger into her sex—the movement so quick she didn’t have time to enjoy it—and tasted his finger. Runako growled in what she assumed was pleasure, and then lapped at the first nipple while the last of the snow melted on the other.
When he gently bit her, Margo saw stars.
“Do you know where I will place snow next?” he asked, whispering the words against her nipple.
Her hair thrashed about her head when she shook it, both desiring and dreading what would come next.
“There are tricks to working with snow. One of which is that if you form a shape out of snow, then dip it in water and set it back outside, the item will form a hard layer of ice, which will help it to hold its shape.” Runako sat up and reached into the box. He pulled out a long smooth cylinder of ice. Margo, who’d been expecting another snowball, gaped.
“This is almost pure ice,” he said, blowing his warm breath against the ice dildo so that curls of steam poured off. “I dipped it in a mountain stream several times, allowing it to freeze between each dipping.
He rubbed the thing in his hand over her belly and it was smooth and oh so cold. “Can you feel how hard and smooth I made this?”
When she nodded Runako held it up, “Do you know what I am going to do with this?”
Margo started to nod, caught herself, then shook her head, eyes wide with faux bewilderment.
“I am going to fuck you with this. I’m going to shove it into your pussy and leave it there. I’m going to fuck you with it while you moan and squirm. I’m going to suck your nipples and bite your breasts as I do it.”
Runako pressed the tip into her belly button and then dragged it down to the top of her patch of curls.
“Are you ready?”
She shook her head no.
“Good.”
He dragged the tip through her dark curls and then down over her clit, her hips arching high in reaction. She jerked and twitched as he inched it lower, the cold, tapered tip parting the inner petals of her sex to find the entrance to her body. Margo jerked and moaned. It was so cold.
He carefully rotated the tip in the pooled moisture at the entrance to her sex and then, with a single hard thrust, sank the frigid phallus into her.
Margo screamed, her hips arching up off the fur, her body resting only on her shoulders and heels. She grabbed Runako by the shoulders, her hands curled into claws that raked him. Runako caught her hips, forcing them back down. Grasping the protruding end he pulled the ice dildo out. Margo gasped for breath, her mouth open wide, her muscles shaking.
Runako kissed her, long and deep, then shoved the ice into her once more.
Cold so strong it burned was seeping into her belly and back from the inside. It felt as though he had lit up her body with the cold white light of the winter sun. Her moans grew in strength and pitch as the cold approached the point of true pain, but he pulled it out before the sensations sweeping through her went from pleasure to pain.
Just as she caught her breath Runako shoved the phallus back inside, the heel of his hand against the base preventing her body from pushing it out. He shifted to lie fully between her legs, eyes on her sex.
This time when he pulled it out he leaned in and licked at her clit, the warmth of his tongue like fire on her chilled flesh.
Again and again he fucked her with the crude cold dildo, his tongue working her clit, sometimes venturing lower to lick along the edges of the snowy thing. Each time he pulled it out her body clenched, water slipping from her to slide down between the cheeks of her ass and into the fur below.
Soon the dildo grew slender, only the very end, which never made its way inside, maintained the original thickness. Runako pulled the dildo out one last time and broke off the thick end, “Now it doesn’t come out until it runs out of you as water.”
With that he shoved the slender column of ice fully within her and pinched the inner lips of her sex closed. Even as she reeled from this new sensation his tongue settled once more on her clit, broad flat strokes alternating with darting stabs from the pointed tip of his tongue.
His other hand ventured between the cheeks of her ass. She was wet down there from the stream of water that had been pouring from her sex. He slid one finger into her, then another.
The fingers in her ass, the ice in her pussy, his tongue on her clit. Margo’s head thrashed as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. He grabbed her nipples and began rolling and tugging them.
“Watch,�
�� he said. She opened her eyes and lifted her head as he pulled his fingers from her ass. Runako lifted the chunk of unmelted dildo he’d broken off the end. He rubbed it over her clit, and Margo’s thighs shook with pleasure.
The cold disappeared from her clit, and the next thing she felt was the chunk of ice pressing against her anus.
“No,” she gasped. More denial than demand to stop.
“Yes,” he scolded. “Relax your ass. I’m going to shove this inside you.”
The ice was smooth and cold. He pressed harder and her body opened, yielded to his invasion. The ice stretched the ring of her ass, then slid in. Margo cried as the burning cold filled her ass. Runako pushed his finger into her ass, forcing the ice deeper.
Margo shivered and thrashed. Her pussy and ass were freezing, but her cheeks and breasts were flushed. His tongue went back to her clit and his fingers slid into her sex, toying with the sliver of ice that was left.
Her orgasm began to build and rage with her, a whirling force of nature. “Quiero el orgasmo. Por favor. I need to come. Please. Por favor.”
His tongue moved in circles around her clit, two thick fingers pressed into her. When she came, the orgasm breaking over her body, Margo wrapped her legs tight over his shoulders, her thighs holding his face captive between her legs.
As the orgasm subsided, and Margo fell back, utterly replete, Runako surged up, his sudden movement startling. With one hard stroke he was in her, his own eyes going wide with shock upon entering her chilled body.
Once, twice, thrice, he thrust into her, his cock forcing the melted snow to run out of her. Runako came, his shoulders bulging with steely muscle, his head pressed into her neck, his gasping breath matching hers. He collapsed onto her. He was delightfully warm.
Slowly Margo turned her head, waiting until Runako did the same so their eyes met.
“That was punishment?”
Chapter Nineteen
“There’s something I have to show you,” Margo whispered.
Runako opened one eye. He peered around for a moment. He had to lift a wing and roll a little to see Margo, who was tucked against his side. Her lips were swollen and still flushed from his kisses. The rest of her pretty body was bare, her caramel colored flesh faintly marked by his touch. He liked seeing her curled up next to him when he was in his true form. He’d been so tired after that bout of sex he’d had to change—he didn’t have the strength to keep the human form.
“Show me?” he asked, combing the curls over her sex with his claw.
“Not that you sex fiend.”
Margo scrambled out of the bed, giving him a delightful view of her ass. He gave her bottom a little pat as she left. Margo pulled on a T-shirt, one of his he noted with approval.
When she left the cave he figured it was best to follow her. Runako stretched, his wings snapping as he flexed them. He felt good, really good. Having a mate was wonderful. On demand kinky sex, what could be better.
Margo wasn’t in the other cave. Runako paused in the passage between caves, disbelieving. He turned and ducked into the toilet, but she wasn’t there either. A ball of molten ice solidified in his belly. Runako placed his hand on the wall, and his claws pierced the stone.
“Crap it’s cold. Shoes, I should have put on shoes.”
Runako relaxed, carefully picking his claws out of the wall. She was here. His mate hadn’t left him.
Runako took a moment to calm himself before entering the main cave. Margo was carefully setting down the two boxes she’d brought with them from the facility. She sat and began to rub her bare feet.
“It’s cold out there,” she said, flashing him a smile. He started to smile in reply, but he noticed that her smile was strained.
“What did you need to tell me?” he asked cautiously.
“Not tell. Show. I, well—” She fiddled with a lock of her hair and the ball of ice began to reform in Runako’s stomach. “I think you should open the boxes.”
Her words were not alleviating his anxiety. Runako closed his eyes and called on the spell that allowed him to change forms. His rolled his human shoulders and headed for the boxes, which were too small to be manageable in his real body.
In this form they were large enough, and he flipped the top off the first box with a flick of his wrist. He looked into the box and, and…had no idea what he was looking at.
“What are these?”
“Oh, those are computer hard drives. The digital copies of the documentation that we toasted.”
“Should I destroy them?” He picked up one of the prickly green chips.
“No. I think we might want them. It’s actually the other box I think you need to look in.”
Runako opened the second box. Inside was a collection of white boxes. He lifted out and opened one of the smaller boxes. Inside was a collection of rectangular pieces of glass.
“What are these,” he asked Margo.
“They’re slides, like for a microscope.”
He frowned in confusion. The words were not familiar.
“Have you seen any crime drama shows? Something like CSI.”
That sounded familiar. He closed his eyes and brought up the memory of a show about human science.
“I think I know,” he said, opening his eyes. He took out one of the pieces of glass. There was a thin sliver of pale blue material on it. He brushed it with his finger only to find that the material was sandwiched in the glass. As his finger made contact, a shiver of awareness prickled down his back.
“What is this?” he repeated, tone sharper.
“They’re samples.”
“Samples of what?”
Margo stood, the hem of the shirt brushing the top of her thighs. Her hands were twisted together, her fingers clenching rhythmically. Runako stood, still holding the slide.
“Keith said they are the, the…samples they kept.”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze. Runako looked down at the slide and his throat prickled with tears. He brushed his finger across it once more.
“These are pieces of my sister.”
Margo nodded.
Runako looked at the scrap of blue on the slide, blue the same color of his wings. He sank to his knees. One by one he went through the other slides in the box. As he touched each one a shot of familiarity hit him. By the time he was done he was vibrating with rage and grief.
“These are pieces of my sister,” he repeated. “They cut her apart and turned her into these.” His fingers curled into a fist, breaking the slide he held. The glass cut deep into his palm and he welcomed the pain.
“I am so sorry,” Margo whispered. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder, her touch feather light. Her face was wet with tears. He liked that Margo wept, his sister deserved to be mourned.
Margo dropped to her knees beside him, pressing her tear-damp cheek to his. Runako carefully placed the fragments of slide, now coated in his blood, into the box, and cupped Margo’s cheek. His blood smeared her face, wounding her without hurt.
He buried his face in the side of her neck. The grief he’d thought gone returned. His shoulders shook with sobs as tears spilled from his eyes. Crying was a human trait, but Runako found it strangely satisfying to weep.
Sobs rocked him, tears chocked him, and through it all Margo held him.
“It’s okay, I’m here. Lo siento. I’m so sorry, so sorry. Te amo. I’m here. I love you. Estoy aquí. I love you,” she murmured. As his sobs died his body went heavy with exhaustion.
Runako slid down to lie on the cave floor, the wood floor cool on his skin. He pillowed his head on Margo’s lap and she stroked his head, massaging his scalp.
“I should have saved her,” he whispered.
“There was nothing you could have done,” Margo replied, also in a whisper. “You avenged her, you punished the people who hurt her and more importantly you stopped it from ever happening to someone else.”
“I’m tired,” he whispered. Margo’s fingers on his scalp were making him drowsy. His a
rms and legs felt heavy.
“Sleep now. I’m here.”
Safe in the arms of the woman he loved, Runako slept.
Margo’s tears had dried, and she’d fallen into a waking doze, when the cave was invaded. The sound that startled her into full alertness was the scraping of metal on stone. Margo looked at Runako, who was still asleep with his head on her lap. His lips were parted, his breath sighing softly in and out.
Margo lifted Runako’s head and slid out from underneath him. He didn’t wake.
Margo stood up. He slept on. Margo could now hear voices.
Margo remembered what Runako had said about female Monsters being fierce, and how he liked that about her. Margo quietly rooted around in the other box. She found the gun she’d slipped inside.
Her hand shook as she picked it up. Just hours ago she’d used this to kill a man. Nausea rolled in her stomach at the thought. The thinking rational part of her, the part of her that was a member of society with all its complex rules, was horrified at what she’d done.
Her base self was coldly unemotional about it all. He’d threatened her man. He’d deserved to die.
Now was not the time to devolve into emotional jelly about it. Now it was time to once more defend her man.
As the voices grew louder, speaking a language she didn’t understand, Margo turned to the door. A less strong woman would have freaked out about the fact that she wasn’t wearing pants, but Margo was better than that.
Wearing nothing but a T-shirt and holding a gun, she faced the cave entrance.
Runako woke slowly. His head was heavy, his limbs weak. There was a moment of disorientation before he realized the reason the colors seemed dull and sounds muted was that he was in his human body.
It took another minute for him to make out the conversation that had woken him.
“Runako and his mate rescued me.”
“And she’s a human?”
“Yes.”
“I cannot believe Runako would willingly associate with a human. She may be some human spy.”