Eddy: #2.5 (Ice Age Dragon Brotherhood)

by Milana Jacks

  Wait a second.

  I tilt my head. Damn. I forgot to turn off the shower. What the fuck is wrong with me this mornin’? I march down the hall. All my gas must be gone by now. Before I get to the bathroom door, I stop dead in my tracks. Someone’s singing. A woman. Damn-fine voice. A country song. The door is slightly ajar so I peek inside.

  The water is washing away soap down her long black hair. She’s short and thin with small perky titties. I find her cute. Luck’s smiling at me lately.

  Eat Mary’s gumbo for the first time in ten years—check.

  Hold a proper Thanksgiving dinner for the first time since my mom passed away—check.

  Get a woman in my house—check.

  Casually, I stand at the doorway. “Hey there, sugar.”

  The woman screams and starts speaking in tongues. Chinese? Japanese? Vietnamese? I served in the Middle East, speak a little Arabic, but this is a whole different language base. I raise my hands. “Ain’t gonna hurt you.”

  Now, I expect her to rip the shower curtain and try to cover her fine-ass body.

  But no. Not in the cards for me. Crazy shit’s in my cards. White light explodes around her, and in the tub stands Cookie. I blink, and gape.

  Cookie leaps over the tub and zips past me, while I stand there stupefied. Now, my dad was diagnosed with schizophrenia, a mental disorder that causes people who have it to lose touch with reality. Cold sweat washes over me. Did I have a— Fuck, what’s it called? An episode. Damn it all to hell. I take out my 9mm and crack my neck. “What the fuck just happened?’

  Cookie whines as she scampers around the house, clearly trying to escape. I march after her, lock the front door, and lean against it. Up the stairs, claws click the hardwood floors.

  “Come see crazy Eddy, girl. You ain’t going nowhere.” Silence. There’s the click, click of claws, then soft footsteps. Drawers open and close. She’s looking for clothes. “There’s a box in the closet,” I shout.

  Minutes later, a woman walks down the stairs. She wears jeans and a Christmas Santa sweater. She pauses at the last step and mumbles something in… I’m gonna say Chinese.

  “You don’t understand me. Where. Are. You. From? Where do you come from?” I wave my hand indicating the world.

  “Nashville.”

  “Huh?”

  “Nash-ville.”

  “Damn it. I know Nashville. I thought you were Chinese and didn't understand what I’m saying.”

  She tsked at me. “I’m Japanese.”

  “Nah-ha, sugar. Ya’re a dog.” I brace for her to correct me and tell me I’m crazy. I contemplate takin’ a bullet to my head right here and now. I saw my poor Dad—couldn’t even hate him for leaving us. My mind is racing.

  “A wolf,” she says.

  The burden I never knew I carried leaves my chest. “I wanna see you change into Cookie.”

  She signs. “I’ll shred my clothes.”

  “Take them off.”

  She puts a hand on her hip.

  I aim the gun at her. “Girl, I ain’t playing around. I gotta confirm I’m sane. Do it now.”

  Poor woman undresses and—boom—turns into a wolf.

  I blink again. “Now go back.”

  She turns into a woman.

  “Okay, one more time.”

  The woman puts on her clothes and looks around. “Nice place.”

  Small talk? Is she for real? “Holy fuck. What the hell, girl? How can you do that?”

  “Mother Nature gifted me a wolf animal.”

  “Oh my Lord.” I cross my chest three times and put away my gun.

  “Yeah. You got a coat?”

  “What?” I’m processing.

  “A coat?”

  I point down the hall. “In my bedroom.”

  “Can I have it? On a loan.”

  “No.”

  The woman heads for the front door.

  I lock it. “Where’re you going?” I ask.

  “I’m getting out of your hair. Thanks for the meal and the shower. I’ll be on my way.”

  “You ain’t going nowhere. Sit down.” I crouch by the fireplace.

  “You mean that?”

  “What?” I search for the little white ball. Fucking losing my mind today.

  “That I don’t have to leave?”

  There’s the ball. I get it and start the fire. “You’ve got wet hair. Gonna catch a cold out there. The storm’s staying, and I gotta put my bike inside too. If the bike can’t stay out, people shouldn’t either. What’s your name?”

  “Cookie.”

  I laugh and motion for her to come over and warm up. She obeys and sits near the fireplace.

  “Real name.” I hope it’s something I can pronounce.

  “Holly.”

  “Well, Holly, my name is Eddy.” I extend my hand, for her to shake. “I wanna hear about this wolf thing, so I know what I’m dealing with. Wanna tell me over gumbo?” I said I wouldn't share, but I can’t eat and let her stare at me.

  Holly

  Gumbo is delicious. I still don’t know exactly what goes in it, but it’s seafood and yummy. Also, it makes Big Man Eddy happy, and therefore willing to keep me here for a while. For Eddy, the Mother Nature story is hard to swallow, but it goes down more easily with gumbo, and before we know it, it’s nighttime.

  We stand around the fireplace and the only chair in the room. Furniture is scarce around here. People who evacuated in the early days of the apocalypse are lucky to find light switches still inside the walls. Raiders take everything they can get their hands on, and most of them rob the houses they know hold valuables, which are the owners’ neighbors.

  I wonder about Eddy, as he stands in front of the fire. He’s over six feet to my five one. With his beard, leathers, and tattoos he’s a poster boy for the outlaws. “Eddy?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  “Can I ask you something personal?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you an outlaw around here? Like a member of a group, I mean.”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  I bite my lip. He’s not offering to introduce me to the locals, and I can’t survive this winter alone. I have no money or food, and the guy I could’ve robbed next door is a dragon, so that’s out of the question.

  Eddy mentioned wolves on the property. Would real wolves take me into their pack? Would they know the difference? Probably. Animals have instinct. But I gotta do something, and soon. I can’t mooch off Eddy anymore. This isn’t a homeless shelter.

  “Nothing. Just asking,” I say. It stings he didn’t offer to introduce me. Outlaws aren’t like a biker group only men can apply for. They are people who banded together so they could survive. Some are horrible, but others aren’t. It depends on who’s leading them.

  “You tired?” he asks.

  “A little bit.”

  He looks around the house, then outside. You can’t see across the street from the snowfall. Come morning, the snow will bury us.

  “Got extra sheets in my storage,” he mumbles.

  “Oh, it’s fine, Eddy. I sleep in fur.”

  He smiles. Every time he does that, his eyes also lift in the corners. He’s cute and reminds me of a grizzly bear. Cute and totally lethal.

  Eddy picks up his recliner as if it weighs nothing and drops it off in the corner of the large space. He takes the stairs three at a time and comes back with a rug, which he puts in front of the fireplace. Then he’s off down the hallway.

  “Is there something I can help you with?” I ask.

  “Nope,” he says and comes back with a comforter. He lies down, covers himself, and puts his hands behind his head.

  I stand there.

  Eddy chuckles and pats the comforter. “Go wolf and crawl on in here. Or don’t go wolf, if you’d like.” He winks.

  He’s flirting with me. Heat creeps up my face, as I remove my sweater. I’m hoping Eddy will turn away, so I can get naked and change into wolf form, but he stares at me with heat in his gaze. I strip off m
y clothes, and I’m a statue, caught in his dark eyes as they roam over my body.

  “You’re very beautiful,” he tells me.

  I wriggle my hands. “Thank you.”

  “Are you cold?”

  My nipples can answer him, but I nod anyway.

  Eddy lifts the corner of the comforter, and I stare at the Persian style rug. I know what he’s asking me—to crawl under the covers. I’m single, and he appears single so nothing’s holding me back.

  I just met this guy though, so wolf it is. White light swallows me, and in the next second, I’m a gray wolf.

  In wolf, everything with Eddy is easier. I find myself crawling under the rug without feeling awkward about sleeping next to the man I met only yesterday. I lick his cheek to thank him for all he’s doing for me, then rest my muzzle on his bicep. It’s a really hard pillow but I don’t mind.

  Eddy stares at the ceiling. “Have you ever met anyone like you?”

  I can’t answer him, so I lift my head and shake it.

  He scratches behind my ear. “I gotta wonder if any of those wolves over at Nentres’ are like you.”

  My ears twitch. Even if they are, it matters very little. Just because they may be wolf changelings, it doesn’t mean they’d take me into their pack. Eddy here is different from anyone I’ve met since the Ice Age began. He’s kind to me, and I won’t leave him until he asks me to go. I know what’s good for me, and I know surviving on my own is hard. Twice I’ve brushed with death. The first time, I starved nearly to my end. The second, I got shot. I’m not keen on repeating either experience.

  Eddy doesn’t ask more questions. We drift off.

  3

  Eddy

  I awake with a raging hard-on. The flames dance slowly in the fireplace. Before I slept, I set the timer longer than usual, because I didn’t want Holly to be cold.

  I glance at the wolf and find a woman staring at me with her wolf’s eyes. It’s creepy to wake up in the middle of the night to someone watching you.

  Holly whines. It’s a noise between a human whine and a dog whine. It sounds painful.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask.

  She swallows and rubs her nose, blinks, as if trying to show me her dark-brown eyes, but they stay the blue of her wolf. “I think I have a fever,” she says.

  Remembering what my friend does with her daughter, I press my lips to Holly’s forehead. She’s running hot but not burning, and I’ve no idea how to take her temperature this way. My mouth is pressed on her temple, and I’m about to tell her we should go see Darlene, our nurse, when her one small hand grips the back of my neck and her other grips my shirt and fists it.

  I lock gazes with Holly. The wolf is watching me.

  “Take me,” she says, and her voice echoes through the room.

  I stare at her, unsure what I’m dealing with here. But not to worry—my dick knows exactly what to do. He’s gonna rip through my leathers and pound this pussy. She’s only five-one, with small tits and hips, while I pack a nine-inch thick dick, made to tear up little, wet pussies. I meant what I said to her. I find her beautiful. She’s sweet and lost, and it makes me want to protect her from everything and everyone. She’s definitely calling to my Daddy side.

  I ain’t never made a kid, so I got no qualms about this kink. Besides, I’m too old to be apologetic about myself and what I want. Still, I hesitate, mainly because I’m weary of those eyes.

  Holly licks her lips and tugs my head down. She can’t force me to do anything I don’t wanna do, so I brush my lips with hers. “Little one, when I start with you, I ain’t stopping.” I really like her. I could see myself with this girl for years to come. It’s not just that she’s pretty on the outside; she’s damaged on the inside, and I wanna repair her, fill her with hope that the world isn’t such a bad place when you got someone to hold your hand. I know what it’s like to have someone hold my hand. Everyone should have one person who holds theirs.

  Holly has nobody.

  Well, she can have me.

  Her body arches when I kiss her. We’re not even making out yet, and she’s wriggling and whining under me. I like that. She’s responsive. I kiss her some more. Her lips are soft, and I open my mouth so she’ll follow.

  Holly lifts her head, and I cup the back of it with my palm. She’s fucking invading my mouth. Her tongue dances with mine, her body bends like it wants something, and when she moans into my mouth, I grab her leg and sling it over my hip. Her bare pussy is on my erection. I press into her, so she can feel my length and how hard she makes me. I palm her ass and squeeze, then trail my fingers to her slit. Little one’s pussy is sopping wet. I ain’t never felt anything like it. Her pussy lips are already swollen. I pinch them, and Holly nearly leaps off the rug.

  But I fucking got her now.

  I manage to extract my head from her grip. “You want Daddy Eddy to lick you? Hmm?”

  Holly pauses, eyes wide. She’s a little shocked but then nods, because in the end, Daddy doms can spot littles from miles away. We got instinct, and Holly is my homecoming beacon. I ain’t letting her go.

  “Okay then,” I say and lick the pussy juice off my fingers. Holy shit. I keep licking as if my life depends on it. “Hot damn, sugar. You taste good.” What the fuck is this? Magic pussy made in Japan? Praise the Lord.

  But I don’t lick her pussy right away. I make her wait, so she’ll drench herself a bit more. I palm her breast, then slap it.

  She hitches a breath.

  “I’m gonna slap you anywhere I want and however many times I want. This includes your face. Say yes or no,” I tell her.

  Her eyes are saucers.

  “Yes or no, little one.”

  “Yes, Daddy Eddy.”

  And here we are. I smile. “You will say stop when you can’t handle it.”

  “Okay.”

  I suck her tit. The entire thing fits into my mouth like she grew them for me. Holly arches her back, trying to get more of her breast inside but it’s inside already. She wants more. I slap her other tit. It bounces back, and I slap it again and again, until Holly’s whining and wriggling, scraping my scalp with her nails.

  Her body needs me inside. I can tell by the way she keeps pressing against me, so I tuck the hem of my pants under my blue balls. My dick springs up like a boy with binoculars. I stroke it a few times, then let her slide her wet pussy along the length, while I slap and suck on her titties. Her pussy is soft, warm, and so fucking wet. I gotta pay attention to my dick, so he doesn’t accidentally slip into her hole and ejaculate. I want Holly drenched and aching, her pussy pulsing, so when I enter her, she comes on command.

  Holly tries to tug off my pants, but she barely moves them. I chuckle and stand. While I strip my pants off, she lies on her back, spreads her legs and fingers her pussy. It’s ready— been ready for my dick for a while.

  “Move those fingers away.” My voice is harsh.

  Holly jerks her hand back and puts it over her belly.

  “Whose cunt is this?” I kneel between her legs and slap said cunt. It’s bright red now. Because her skin is so pale compared to my dark one, every sting of my palm shows, and I bet she’ll bruise tomorrow. My dick twitches, and I reward it with a few strokes, while I slap her pussy some more. Fuck. It’s swollen but I can’t lick it just yet. “On your knees,” I say.

  I like how I don’t gotta repeat myself.

  Holly spins around, ready for me to mount her.

  Nah. That’s not gonna do. I slap her ass, twist her around, and feed her my cock. One hand in her hair, the other holding her jaw, I pump inside her warm mouth, eyes locked with her wolf ones. The fact that I got a wild-animal-woman on her knees, sucking my dick makes my heart race. I want to ravage her and reward her for her submission. Fuck, I love this girl. No other would do.

  I tap her cheek a few times, so she understands what’s coming. I slap her, a soft sound in the room. I’m testing my little one. Her cheek reddens instantly, and I watch her reaction.

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p; Holly groans and rolls her eyes.

  Okay, then. I press her into my groin, so she’s choking on my dick, and slap her cheek her a few more times for good measure. Then I look down at her fine, arched back. Three healed bullet wounds stare back at me.

  I stare down at her as she takes my dick into her hand and strokes it, licks it, kisses it. She’s fucking worshiping my dick. I won’t ruin the moment, but I sure as fuck ain’t gonna forget about them scars. It’s been a while since I hunted—only a month or so since we marched on the habitat. I’m due to hunt down those who harmed my little one.

  I pet her silky, long, black hair, then grip it and twist, so her body follows and her ass is facing me.

  Holly turns back and says, “Take me.” Again there’s that weird echo and those weird eyes.

  I wink, spread her ass cheeks, and lick from her clit to her asshole. I stay at the asshole and tickle the tiny pucker with my tongue, before moving on to her pussy. There, I stab and get half of my tongue inside. My eyes roll back at the taste of her. How can a pussy taste addictive, or ever sweet for that matter? It’s like honey. I lap at it like a dog, mumbling curses about how I can’t hold the need to fuck her anymore.

  Holly pushes back, rubbing against my face. My beard scrapes her sensitive place. She’s moaning so loud, I bet Nentres with his special hearing can hear her. The more I lick her, the wetter she is, and I back off to watch her drip on the floor. I smile. I love dirty fucking. Nothing like a girl who lets go of inhibitions and lets me do my job. Which is to fuck her brains out.

  I slap her ass. “Come here.”

  Holly spins around, and I open my arms. She climbs my body like a cat, kneels on my thighs and hooks both hands behind my neck. I thumb between her legs, my gaze locked with hers. Her wolf eyes are hooded but sharp. I flick her clit faster. Holly’s breathing hard, her chest moving up and down rapidly. She’s gonna come. Spill all over my hand.

  I hear a noise. Growling.

  She’s fucking growling at me.

  I grip her throat and her ass and lift my hips, pushing my dick inside her.

  And that does it. Something snaps inside me, and I snarl and bite her shoulder. She screams, and her pussy flutters all over my dick. It’s so fucking tight. I barely fit, so I plunder into her like a starving man. I move my hips up and down, pistoning into her. I’m squeezing her throat, holding her breath in my hand, I got my finger up her ass, and my teeth are clamped on her shoulder.