The horror of what this woman was saying sunk in, turning her blood to ice. “You can’t do this,” Macy begged.
“I have no choice, human. I must be a mother. I must obey my calling.”
“But at any cost? Sand and I…we…we’re people. We have feelings. We’re not animals, to be used for breeding. Emotionless, uncaring. I should just go ahead and let him use my body and then give away my babies?”
She cocked her head. “I told you it would be pleasurable. One of my own males however…” She shook her head. “I suggest that you kneel down for the dragon.”
“I’m not a baby-making machine. I’m not—”
“Of course you are not a machine. You are a delicate human. I will take care of you. You will be safe here. You can write a list of everything you need. I will do my best to acquire them for you. Your time here could be pleasant. You would be greatly rewarded for your efforts. You would not need to toil a day in your life.”
“I don’t give a shit about financial gain. It isn’t a motivator for me,” she added when the Feral cocked her head in question.
“Oh! I thought all humans were motivated by financial reward. I plan on giving you three pounds of gold for every month you spend here in my nest.”
Macy ignored the bizarre offer. As if something like that would sway her. “And then, what? When the time comes, I have the babies and leave them with you?” With this crazy bitch! No way!
“I would raise them as my own and you would go back to your life. You could have as many whelps as you want.” She smiled. Nothing they were saying was getting through to her. They may as well talk to the wall.
“I’m not agreeing to anything,” Sand said, his voice gruff. “I can see that this conversation is going in circles, so we’ll think things through and discuss them further with you tomorrow. Until then, we will need food.”
“Of course.” The Amazon inclined her head for a second. “That is where I was just now, sourcing some of the items you will need. I have done my research on the matter. And yes, I have food as well.” She nodded, looking pleased with herself. “Just a word of caution, dragon. I am much stronger than you. It doesn’t matter that I am a female. I will hurt you if you attempt to escape. Any attempts would be futile. I built this nest especially to house the two of you, and then to house the human. Let’s save ourselves the trouble, shall we?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, she turned and headed to the exit. She opened the door, Macy watched as her muscles began to bulge and rope. As fur and feathers sprouted up on her body. She didn’t bother to close the cage door when she left.
Sand began pacing. He stopped, looking at the open door. His muscles were tense. His jaw was tight. He must be clenching his teeth.
“You should have attacked,” Macy whispered.
“It’s a female. A damned female. I’m sorry but that blindsided me. I’m not sure I can even harm a female unless it was in direct self-defense and even then...” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Even if this particular one is completely fucked in the head.” His eyes had this wild look.
“Is she really that strong?” Macy whispered.
Sand nodded. “Oh yes.”
Macy heard the familiar scraping noise. Followed by a clunking sound. The Amazon carried a wooden chest, which she set against the wall. She headed out a second time, returning with a large canvas bag, which she placed on the table. “I will be back with more food tomorrow. This can be easy, or it can end up being difficult. The choice is yours.” Her voice transformed into something more high-pitched as she half shifted, looking very much to Macy like a demon all over again. It was the eyes and the black wings that did it. The Feral woman closed and locked the cage before she took to the sky. Macy clasped the bars of the cage, watching as she flew away. Her lower half was lion and her upper half an eagle. Her wings were wide and feathered. She screeched once as she picked up the pace.
“We’re fucked!” Sand announced from behind her. “Completely fucked.”
Sand turned as he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. He scrubbed a hand over his face.
“We can’t just give up.”
“You may as well get naked and in this bed.” He gestured behind him.
“Bullshit!” she yelled. “I am not accepting this, and neither should you.”
“We don’t have any choice here.” He shook his head, looking defeated.
“We absolutely do have a choice.”
“Your only choice is whether you want me to father the whelps, or whether you want one of those Ferals to do it. I would pick me if I was you. The last thing I want is to father children ‒ you can trust me on that one ‒ but if you think the females of that species are scary, you’ll be horrified by the males. They’re big fuckers. They’re strong and base in their way of thinking. Feral is a good description. One of them might just tear you in two. Being pregnant and handing over your offspring would be the least of your worries. Trust me! You’d be lucky to survive the ruttings. Plural. You would be on your knees for days. That female wasn’t lying when she said it was risky.”
“I’m not giving up or giving in.” She shook her head. “I refuse to be used in that way. It’s sick.” Her voice shook. Her hands too. Macy tried not to think too much about the scenario that was being painted. “We’ll figure this thing out. There has to be another way. If it came to one of…them…being thrown in here with me, I would deal with that. Maybe I can talk to—”
“There would be no talking.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up. “Look, we do have some time. Two or three days. Maybe we can figure something out.”
“Yes! Exactly! We can’t just give up. We definitely can’t give in to her demands.”
“You’re right, but if there are no other options—”
“Don’t say it.”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt.” His eyes shone with sincerity. That and concern.
“We’ll start by checking this cage again. Maybe I missed something.”
She nodded, watching as he stood back up. Macy prayed to god he had indeed missed something. By the severity of his stance, she doubted it.
Chapter 6
Sand groaned in frustration. The emotion was due to more than one reason. Firstly, there was no way out of this cage. It was final. He flexed his hands. Thankful that they were already healing. The blood on his knuckles drying more slowly than his skin was knitting back together. He’d knocked several holes in the floors and walls. There was no doubt that they were completely surrounded by a silver-infused cage. He couldn’t break the bars. Or bend them. He flexed his fingers again, feeling his healing skin pull tight. Although he had known this would be the case, he had needed to try one last time.
“Do you need me to take a look at your hands?” the female asked, walking towards him.
Her scent hit him square in the snout. Frustration number two. Her heat was on its way, big fucking time. It was like that shower she had taken had never happened. His dick throbbed against his zipper. That particular problem was something he needed to take care of and soon.
“They look pretty bad.” Her eyes were still on his hands. Macy reached out and clasped one.
Sand pulled away. He didn’t need the human touching him. “They’re not as bad as they look.” His voice was thick with need. Hopefully, she’d mistake his arousal for pain.
She raised her brows. “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m also healing.” Sand tried hard to breathe through his mouth, instead of his nose. He took shallow breaths. It didn’t help. The scent of her pussy filled his nose and his mouth. Sweet and wet. She’d be hot, tight. Her body would be oh so fucking soft. He had a feeling—
“Are you okay?” She frowned.
“I’m fine.” His voice had a gruff edge. “I need to take a shower. That’s all.” He took a step or two away from her, heading towards the bathroom. Needing to put some space between them.
“A shower?” She made a face.
“You just showered.”
“I’m going to need to shower often over the next couple of days. I might end up looking like a wrinkled old man. Ignore me. That’s the best advice I have to give.”
She frowned, her eyes narrowing in thought. “Why do you need to shower that oft—?” And then the penny dropped. Her mouth made an O-shape and her eyes widened. “I see. Okie dokie then. I’ll make us something to eat while you’re…busy. I wouldn’t mind taking a look at what’s in there.” She pointed at the plain, wooden chest the Feral had left.
“Food would be great. I won’t be long in there.” He pointed to the bathroom. “A couple of minutes. I’ll help you with the cooking once I’m done.”
“A few minutes…that quick?” She giggled. The sound of her laughter quickly turned into a sob. Macy covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes welled with tears. “I can’t believe this is happening.” A tear rolled down her cheek.
Shit!
Fuck!
What the hell did he do to make this better? Sand felt powerless. “Hey…” He closed the distance between them and put his arms around her. Sand kept his body away from her. He didn’t want to scare her with his erection. He tried to breathe through his mouth, feeling like an asshole for the thoughts he was having while she was crying. “I wish I knew what to say. What to do. Fuck!” he growled, looking up at the ceiling. Trying not to breathe. “I’ll do whatever you say. Just say the word. We can try to come up with some sort of a plan. We can—”
“It’s okay.” She pulled away, wiping her face. “I’m okay now. Sorry.” She shook her head. “I can’t do what she says. I can’t give in to that particular demand. There has to be another way.” Her face crumpled and she burst into tears. Sand watched as she quickly pulled herself together, taking deep breaths and blinking.
Sand wasn’t sure she had thought that one through. She might still end up changing her mind.
She shook her head once, as if to dispel the emotion. “Sorry. There I go again. Crying at the drop of a hat. Being all noisy and stuff.” She snort-laughed.
“I just said all that to try to…”
“I know.” She sniffed. “Thank you.”
“I have to say…I’m mighty thankful she didn’t take me up on that offer.” He widened his eyes. “That female would have hurt me.”
She laughed. This time it sounded real. “You’re full of shit. I’m sure it would have been terrible. Just the worst fate imaginable,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean what guy doesn’t want sex with a gorgeous woman like that?”
Sand put up his hand. “Me. I don’t want anything to do with her. Aside from not being my type at all, she’s a total mental case, which also has a tendency to spoil the mood.”
“That is very true. I can’t believe she’s doing this. I can’t believe a woman would do this to another woman. Is she that cold and heartless? She said it isn’t a big deal because I can have more children.” Macy clicked her fingers, looking shocked. “Just like that. Like giving my kids away is no big deal because I can have more. She is crazy.”
“I think she’s desperate and, yes, mentally unstable. I told you that the Feral are base creatures. They’re clearly even worse than I imagined.”
“She’s not all there. That’s for sure!” The human pushed out a breath. “My worry is that we’re not going to be able to get through to her. It seems like she’s made up her mind.”
“We’ll find a way. Don’t worry.” Sand shifted uncomfortably. His cock was throbbing. His balls felt achy. “Are you going to be okay on your own for a few minutes?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
He nodded once, heading for the bathroom. “I’ll leave the door open a little. You can shout if you need me.” His hearing was going to be less than stellar with his dick in his hand. “Oh and,” he turned back, “I wouldn’t mind the steak.” His mouth watered. He was about to burn a ton of calories. Sand needed to keep up his strength. There had to be a way out of this. An opportunity might present itself and they needed to be ready. That meant food and rest…okay, make that food for the time being. Rest might be difficult with a monster erection.
“Steak?” Macy frowned. “What steak?”
“There’s plenty of food in there.” He pointed at the bag. “I can scent a couple of juicy steaks as well.” He touched his nose.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course. I keep forgetting how good your sense of smell is.”
Sand headed into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. He quickly removed his jeans and started the shower. It took seconds for the water to heat. Sand stepped in under the stream, the water felt good. Steam had already filled the cubicle. His muscles were tight. Everything ached. Especially his balls. Sand looked down, shaking his head when he saw how tight they were. Pulled right up. His dick was huge and as hard as nails.
Sand grabbed the body-wash and squirted a decent amount into his hand. He palmed his cock, his mind going instantly to the human. He pictured her in that plaid shirt. Just the shirt. Nothing else. The buttons were undone. The shirt slightly parted. Not all the way open but just enough to see the sides of her soft mounds. Full. So fucking full. He pictured turning the female around. Her legs were splayed. Her hands on the table. Her ass in the air. Her pussy glistened with her need. He groaned, trying to keep it down. He didn’t want the human to hear him jerking off. Sand fisted his cock, moving backwards and forwards, from tip to base. He pictured sliding into her tight little pussy. He could almost hear her moans. He placed one hand on the wall and pumped a little harder, his eyes closed. The water cascaded down his back.
His mind settled firmly on what her tight, hot pussy would feel like. He pictured the human moaning. By the sound she was making, she was close. Very close to… A few more hard tugs and he was coming and coming and coming. He crunched over, gritting his teeth, working hard to keep it down.
The whole ordeal was over in less than half a minute. Fuck! This was going to be a tough couple of days. That was for sure. Her scent was nowhere near as compelling as it was going to get. He sighed, looking down at his dick. It was flaccid for the first time in hours. He enjoyed the relief while it lasted.
Sand washed up. Then he turned off the water and exited the shower stall. He quickly toweled off. Wait just a minute. He frowned. It was too quiet out there. He should be able to hear movement. Macy’s heartrate was elevated. He heard a moaning noise that had him running out of the bathroom, his jeans clutched to his dick. “What is it?”
Her eyes widened as he jogged into the room. “Oh,” she said, her eyes drifting down. “You could have dressed first.”
“I panicked. I couldn’t hear you moving around anymore and your heartrate went a little nuts. I thought you might be in trouble.” He took the jeans away from his already hardening cock. Damn. That hadn’t lasted long at all. He watched as her eyes landed on his cock. She licked her lips. Blinking once or twice before quickly lifting her gaze. Too quickly. Like she had been caught eyeing the cookie jar. Now that, right there, was going to make the next couple of days impossible. This female was attracted to him. Looking at him with greedy eyes. She wanted him. Sand wanted her right back, and there was fuck all they could do about it. There would be no running. No hiding. There was going to be plenty of suffering however. Mountains of that shit. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse.
“My heart went a little nuts because I looked in that trunk.” She pointed at the wooden chest. “You should go and see for yourself. I mean, I was expecting a nice change of clothes. A…pair of shoes…some socks, maybe. I was not expecting what is inside of that thing. That’s for sure. Is she for real? I can’t believe it…”
Sand listened to Macy go on. She sounded like she was in shock. He lifted the lid. What? Sand lifted out a red silk negligée. It was long, with a slit right up the side. Came complete with little straps. He dropped the garment, picking up the next one. A lacy number this time. Black and sexy as fucking sin. He swallowed thickly. The chest conta
ined many more of such items. It also included undergarments. G-strings made from freaking dental floss they were so thin and barely there. The bras were sheer. Made for sex appeal rather than comfort.
“Holy shit,” he pushed out.
“‘Holy shit’ is right,” she muttered, sounding like she was about to panic or cry or something. “Did you see what else is in there?”
“These.” He pulled out a pair of silk boxers. They would do fuck all to hide his erection. Then he took out a pair of tight briefs. They were white. He might as well walk around naked. “And these.” He frowned. Two golden balls on a string. What the fuck! He picked them up, trying to decide what they were for, although, he could guess.
“Those are Ben Wa balls. She even threw in a couple of sex toys. Can you believe it?”
Sand frowned, picking up a box with a U-shaped silicone item in it. “For his and her stimulation. It vibrates.” He shook his head. “The ultimate in g-spot stimulation,” Sand read before tossing the item back in the chest. Next, he took out a disc-shaped device with a small silicone cup on the end. “Holy fuck! This is to stimulate a female’s clit.”
“You look unimpressed.”
He looked up, noticing how flushed her cheeks had become. “I am. Human males suck big time if females of the species need items like this to get off.” He dropped the disc thing in the chest. “How’s about a good old-fashioned mouth…add in a tongue. Maybe a couple of fingers. Finish that all up with a basic understanding of the female anatomy and she will go off like a rocket every time.”
He watched her throat work, catching her delectable scent, enhanced by her arousal. And just like that, his cock was back up. Note to self, no talking about sex. Even if it was at the forefront of his mind. Sand turned away from her and pulled on his jeans. It took some fun and games to get the zipper up without mutilating himself, but he finally managed.
“She’s doing everything in her power to get us to…you know.” Macy shook her head. “Like lingerie and sex toys will get us to fall in bed together.”
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