by Milana Jacks
“Get what?” I asked, though I knew what she wanted him to get.
Nentres glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. I paid him no mind. Seemed like liquid courage had done its job. I felt great, the shit flying out of my mouth without any filter. And I didn’t care. Or I thought I didn’t care, until she unsnapped her bra. It fell from her breasts, and she spun around. Oh hell no.
Nentres uncapped his bottle of Eddy’s real good bourbon and poured the last bit into his glass. He swirled it and chugged while the girl and I faced each other in some sort of who’s- gonna-blink-first contest.
Eddy shuffled the cards and dealt. I blinked away first and flipped the corners of my own cards. Pocket As. I’d been getting great hands all night. Should’ve played for money, though I had suggested Jackie and I join the men for strip poker. At the time, the idea sounded great, and Jackie and I made fast friends. Not so much anymore. She wanted Nentres, and she was gunning for him with breasts three times the size of mine.
Nentres had finished off a bottle, and I didn’t know if he’d give in to her. Well, the girl had great breasts. Was he a tit man or a booty man? I had a booty. Ah, an idea struck my drunk brain. I folded to Jackie, thus losing. When I stood, the room spun around, so I spun with the turning wheel, showing everyone my back. Then I slipped my thumbs under my waistband and tried to tug it down.
Hands over mine stopped me.
“We’re gonna head upstairs.” Nentres got my socks, though not my boots—those I’d lost for good to Jackie.
Eddy chuckled. “Works fine for me, but I wouldn’t mind—”
“I’d have to kill you,” Nentres bit out. “Not playing around, man.”
“We’re not done here,” Eddy said.
“Keep tabs. We’ll continue later.”
Eddy nodded, then banged the table. “Dayum, what’s today?”
“Wednesday,” I slurred.
“No, I mean the date.”
“Eight. October eighth.”
Eddy pointed at Nentres. “Happy birthday, my man, happy birthday.”
My jaw hit the floor. Well, almost.
“I can’t believe you remembered,” Nentres said. “Even I forgot it.”
Eddy pointed to his temple. “I remember everything.”
There was some sort of…a pause while the men’s eyes locked and something passed between them. It made me think Eddy and Nentres had once been friends.
Eddy kept talking, but Nentres walked, pushing me in front of him. When we got to the stairs, I looked up and sighed. They seemed to never end.
Nentres picked me up, carried me up the stairs—thank the good Lord for that!—and mumbled something.
“What was that?”
“Your body is for my eyes only.”
“Oh, and I should poke your eyes out when you glanced at her tits.”
“I didn’t glance, but I’m happy you thought I had.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Nentres climbed, urgency in his step. “It means you want me.” And this man planned to have me. The moment we walked inside and he kicked the door closed, I found myself facing it, Nentres’s warm body pressing me into the cold wood. He snuck one hand under my T-shirt and pinched my nipple. I yelped, surprised and excited. That pain shot straight to my clit. Nentres kissed my shoulder and tugged up my shirt, unsnapped my bra. Fingers closed over my hips, and when he stepped back, he tugged so I followed, my hands on the door.
A warm palm pressed on the small of my back, and I spread my legs and leaned forward so he could lay slaps on my ass. He removed my pants and pushed my panties to the side so he could tongue my pussy. My asscheeks burned when he spread them and put his wet tongue on my small back hole. He poked it while two of his fingers pumped inside my pussy. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer, then wiggled my ass, trying to get some friction onto my clit. I panted when he rubbed his jaw on it, making it both hurt and feel good at the same time.
My breasts grew heavy, my nipples hardened, and on the inside, I ached and burned for him. I pushed back, trying to get more of his tongue, fingers, anything, more of everything. Nentres slapped my ass so hard, I screamed. I felt it swell and heat up.
He rose and covered both my mouth and nose with his hand. His erection settled between my ass cheeks, then he positioned one cock at the entrance of my pussy and pushed inside at the same time as he removed the hands that blocked my breath. I inhaled loudly. “Oh God.”
Nentres grunted, clenched his hands over my forehead, and pulled my head back. My back bent, and I couldn’t move. He’d impaled me onto him and made sure that when he fucked me, he did it slowly, so his dick glided inside as it stretched me.
His big cock kept hitting the front of my belly. I pinched my nipple harder than I should’ve and bit my lip when my pussy fluttered. A thumb breached my asshole, and I rolled my eyes, then stared at the ceiling as he stretched my hole first with his thumb, then with two fingers that pumped mercilessly into me. I whined, my walls pulsed, and I didn’t care if the whole city heard me shouting his name.
My knees shook, and I just wanted to collapse onto the bed, but Nentres wasn’t finished. He held me up, then spun me around. His eyes burned. I clearly saw the flames dance around his pupil, and I realized I was having sex with an animal. It didn’t matter that he looked like a man, spoke like a man, and walked on two legs, I knew this was the dragon in his human form taking me.
He ripped my panties off.
The dragon was claiming me. I saw it in Nentres’s eyes, and when he hooked an elbow under my knee and lifted then bent so he could fit both cocks inside me, I leaned my head back against the door and braced. My other leg followed up, and both cocks entered me. Stars danced in front of my eyes. I was so full and turned on, so completely ruined for a human man. No other could do what the dragon could do to me. He pounded me into the door, and I locked my fingers behind his neck to hold myself up. My breasts bounced, my back scraped the wooden door, and I let out a cry and bit his bottom lip. Copper hit my taste buds, and I pushed my tongue inside his mouth as if I could invade him. He let me.
My second orgasm didn’t build, it exploded inside me, this one different from the others because of the cock in my ass. It was extraordinary. I lost my grip, and my hands sagged. Like goo, I slumped against the door, speechless, my breath coming out in pants. “Oh my God,” I managed to say.
Nentres picked me up and laid me down on the bed, making sure neither of his cocks left my body. His hands rested on either side of my head, and he pumped into me. My vision got blurry, my body and brain so thoroughly fucked, I barely managed a smile and a nod as he kept repeating, mine, mine, mine.
Yeah, the dragon was here, and he was staking his claim.
I was spoken for.
I dreamed about cupcakes with tiny paper dragons on top of them, and I awoke, fully sober, on a mission to bake the cupcakes for Nentres’s birthday. “Happy Birthday,” I whispered and pecked his cheek. “I’m gonna see about some cakes.” The moonlight coming through the window lit his face, and I lingered, staring at the hard line of his jaw.
If his story about Mother Nature was true, I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve such a man. Or his dragon, for that matter. When had she gifted me with this spirit thing? At birth, or sometime later? Maybe it was that first night after I’d buried my dad and felt alone in the world. Maybe this Mother Nature had felt sorry for me and decided to give me hope.
With his easy smile, Nentres spread hope everywhere he went. He’d have made the Hollywood A-list. Women all over the world would’ve swooned over him. The least thing I could do was bake him cupcakes.
I checked his watch. Three in the morning. I’d be done by the time he woke up. I made my way to the bathroom. My head pounded—okay, so maybe I was half-sober—and I swore I’d never drink again.
After I freshened up in the bathroom, I rubbed my shoulders as the cold seeped into my body. I walked back into the bedroom to throw some clothes on and stopp
ed dead in my tracks as an…awareness struck me. I couldn’t pinpoint why my heart raced, why my skin crawled as if ants marched all over it. I surveyed the dark room.
Nentres slept, a playful tilt to his mouth. He must be having pleasant dreams. I was overreacting, probably still under the influence of alcohol. I shook my head and stepped toward my suitcase. Except I couldn’t move, as if I’d hit a wall. I put my hand in front of me and felt a barrier.
If the blood could have drained from my body, it would have. There was something here, in this room, with us. “Nentres, wake up,” I whispered as if that something would get disturbed if I spoke normally.
Nothing.
“Nentres,” I tried again, this time a little louder.
Fingers closed on my forearm, the indentations on my skin visible but nothing else. I screamed and tugged my arm, tried running away, but I hit an invisible barrier. The fingers left my arm, but something sharp stung my shoulder muscle. Instantly, my vision blurred, and I leaned my hands on the invisible wall around me and looked down. My feet hovered over the beige carpet.
This thing lifted me, dragging me over the bed and to the window, which did not open. I summoned some energy and screamed, but Nentres didn’t hear me. I punched the invisible wall hard, and it zapped me back, frying the skin over my knuckles. The enclosure carried me, but the window remained closed, and when I realized it intended to break it, I sat down inside the…bubble and covered my head.
When I looked up, I was hovering over the street, traveling inside this thing. I spun around and watched the hotel disappear from sight.
14
Nentres
The morning after Mother Nature had visited my dragon brothers and me, I remember waking up to a shriek coming from outside. It sounded like someone was torturing an eagle. As groggy as I’d felt from drinking tequila all night, I’d stumbled outside and checked out the noise. A huge blue bird circled above the camp. I squinted against the sun, trying to identify the bird, thinking I’d discovered a new avian species. As the bird descended, it got bigger and bigger, and I thought I’d been staring at a giant bat.
At that point, Knight, the keeper of the East now, then just a regular guy like me, had come to stand next to me. We stood there like two drunk idiots and stared at what could only be described as a flying T-Rex.
We two and the entire camp stared as the prehistoric creature descended, landed, and turned into a man we all knew as Connor Montgomery, aka Lance, the keeper of the West. Back then, Lance’s beast hadn’t covered his human body, so he strolled in his human form and stood before us, eyes like saucers.
Let the record show I wasn’t the kind of guy who measured cocks with other guys, but I had fucking stared at his package. Them two cocks standing up like swords couldn’t be ignored.
“Man…” I pointed at his middle. “How?”
“You’re asking about his dicks,” Knight said to me. “For reals? Right now, that’s the part that caught your attention? Not the part where the possibility of what we saw last night is happening this morning. You know what? Never mind. At least I know I’m as crazy as all of you.”
We walked back inside, leaving the stunned people out there.
“Pack it up…dragon brothers,” Knight said and kicked Arthur’s bed to wake him. “We gotta get the fuck out of here. They’re gonna come in here with pitchforks and torches.”
“Connor, man, how are you?” I asked my buddy.
“I don’t know.”
And we were out of there in minutes, ending up in the Nevada desert, where we made a pact, the kind boys make in tree houses. It said we will take this dragon thing seriously, we will do what Mother Nature asked or die trying. We will also always cover each other’s backs, because if we didn’t, nobody else would. People would hunt and kill what they didn’t know, and they didn’t know dragons. So we elected to stake our claims. Four of us and four poles made sense. I got the sweet South with the warm breeze and calm waters. Then the Ice Age hit.
But back to Lance’s package. I found out Mother Nature had indeed gifted me with my own set of cocks. And I’d never been more grateful to her than the moment my spirit counted her blessings while I fucked her. Needless to say, I woke up this morning as happy as Miss Betty with her new lawn boy.
I believed I had Amy falling for me. It had taken more than a few days, certainly more effort than I imagined I’d have to put into making our relationship work. As I showered—scooping water from the bucket and pouring it over my body while sitting on the tile inside the shower—I whistled. To top off my birthday—never mind that it had been yesterday—Amy had gotten up in the middle of the night to go and “see about some cakes.” Yup, she was into me.
And now all I needed was to go on outside and breathe some fire. I was fixin’ to join Amy, eat some cakes, and bring her back up here to give her a morning ride either on my cocks or the dragon.
I couldn’t wait to see her. Once dressed, I jogged down the stairs and reached the main store Eddy treated as a lobby now. Plenty of people here. I nodded and strolled though the holes in the walls connecting all the stores and making it into one big place. I made my way toward the end of the building to the all-day breakfast place where I’d met Eddy the other day. If there was a cake to be made anywhere around here, Amy would find ovens in this place.
Seeing as I got to the restaurant early in the morning, I expected two things. One, Amy waiting for me here, and two, lots of people sitting around the tables and eating food. I found a large bowl of boiled wheat on a table, a ladle hanging from the edge of the table and dripping goo on the floor, but I didn’t find my spirit or many other people.
My gut churned, but not because I wasn’t gonna eat boiled wheat, but because some sort of strange awareness coursed through me. It was a living thing, as if something had infected my blood, and now it raced through me, spreading everywhere. I bolted outside and stood in the middle of the street. “Amy!” I bellowed from the top of my lungs.
Nothing.
“Amyyyy!”
I ran back into the restaurant and grabbed the first person I found, a middle-aged man, his face painted with black stripes. “Have you seen Amy?”
“Nah, man. We’re looking for Beatrice.”
“What?”
“We’re looking for the little girl, Beatrice.” He tugged, and I released him.
I stood there, the terrible feeling choking me. I hitched breaths, my dragon wanting to burst out of my chest. Fear. It was fear.
Amy had left me, but what’s more, she’d headed out on her own through the streets of New Orleans and beyond. I balled my hands into fists, and while I stood there trying to control the beast that wanted to burn the place and everyone in it, Eddy came over.
He wore his navy SEAL uniform. Grenades hung over his chest and hips, and he shouldered a bazooka. He marched past me, and his gang followed. The older women and kids stayed behind and cried.
Eddy was going to war.
Amy had left me.
This was the worst day of my life.
I followed Eddy and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Hold your horses. Have you seen Amy?”
Eddy snorted. “No, but I haven’t seen Beatrice either, and neither has her mother, who put the girl in bed last night, then went to sleep on the couch in the same room.”
I frowned, not understanding.
Eddy shook his head. “You didn’t believe me then and you won’t believe me now.”
“You think the aliens kidnapped them,” I concluded. “You realize they have a habitat full of humans.”
“Fuck you.” Eddy marched, Lord knows where. To start a war with cyborgs maybe, because his entire camp got up in arms. They walked about half a mile. Uncertain of what to do, I stayed. The people at the mansion had no idea a war was about to start. Amy had left me, and we’d scheduled a ball she must attend the day after tomorrow. Or else? What would happen if Amy didn’t attend the ball?
As I thought it, scales erupted over m
y skin. I screamed in pain and fell to my knees, frantically touching my face. Scales covered me, my fingernails turned into black claws, one leg turning into a dragon’s leg. He was possessing me, pushing his will onto me, and he would take over. I didn’t think this was a good thing. The last time the beast had taken over a man, he’d caused an apocalypse. But I also couldn’t ignore his urge to seek out his spirit. She meant everything to us.
Even if she’d left me, I’d have to bring her back. That much was clear.
I swallowed and breathed deep, fought to stay in human form.
Eddy’s boots came into my vision, and I looked up. “Beatrice was my best friend’s daughter. She’s seven, and he’s dead. So I look out for her as I promised him I would.”
“Good luck.” I had my own problems.
“They’ll take everyone. Then what?”
My head might explode, dragon teeth pushing forward, rearranging my bones. I bent over in pain, my whole body cracking.
Eddy crouched before me and grabbed the back of my neck. “Listen to me, Jonatan. I had your door guarded all night long. My men took shifts. I had the front door, the hotel, the street, and this entire fucking town guarded. Nobody left their posts, but people are gone. I got witnesses saying the Cy are taking my people. What the hell would you make of it?”
“I’m having…” I swallowed past the lump formed in my throat. “Internal struggles right now.”
“Help me out, man. Help me get that kid back.”
“I need Amy like I need to breathe. And she’s gone. I gotta look for her.”
“She was taken!”
Taken, taken, taken, echoed in my head. Something must’ve showed on my face, because Eddy backed up a few steps.
“Where?” I muttered in a voice not my own.
“We’re marching on the habitat.”
15
Amy
Whatever they’d stuck me with made me drowsy but left me conscious. In the bubble, I flew over New Orleans and penetrated the pink habitat barrier. Inside the habitat, the bubble delivered me to the military compound. For my arrest, I thought. I’d broken laws, was a convicted felon on the run, and maybe had made the most-wanted list in the habitat. They made criminals into level-five cyborgs and apparently came after them even beyond the habitat’s walls.