Steel (Dark Monster Fantasy Book 2)

by Cari Silverwood

  “I want –”

  He lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked, nuzzled, licked her there, feeling her body muscles shift and stretch as she arched. Her little shudders and gasps prompted him to move in to let the head of his cock ease along her slit, searching for that entrance, for the give, the supreme wetness, to let it sink inside her. Second time having sex, so she’d be better, easier to fuck. Most of the bigger species, orcs, andurians, a few others, secreted substances that helped train the cunts of smaller females.

  The stone-shifters called it basht.

  Shags went for gushta.

  Orcs called it basja, which translated as slut juice, and those exceptionally literate bastards were half his genetic material.

  Given time with basja, he could fuck a teensy Old-Earth fairy, if those existed. Theoretically.

  “Hoss.”

  “What?” After slipping her top fully off her shoulders, Hoss gripped both her bared tits and, grunting, felt that first succulent give as she dilated around his cock.

  He slid in...a full, amazing, and perfect inch. The pressure from her muscles held him spellbound.

  Before she answered, he leaned away from her so he could see. A wondrous moment, to behold how his cock had merged with her body. Her legs spread wide, her slit swallowing his member. It was a magical trick he’d never tire of, and for this to be her, Ember...this awed him.

  “Ember. Gods, Ember, look.”

  Her head was back, her arms propped on the flagstones she sat on, her mouth open but no words came forth. She hadn’t reacted to his words, clearly too overcome by pleasure to speak, her mouth gaping and closing as she trembled through several breaths.

  He took that as permission to fuck her deeper.

  With both hands wrapped over and under her upper thighs, fingers digging in, his blunt claws embedded just enough for purchase, he held her still and rocked into her, watching and feeling for that movement, for the give.

  A groan tore from him at the sight of her cunt lips parting as he slid further. Her pale wetness welled around where his immense cock and her pussy became one.

  His flesh in her.

  He was rooted in her like a tree trunk in the ground and wished he could remain so forever.

  Chapter 12

  “Wait!” Ember flung out her hand, unseeing, barely able to think, but she sensed how this must be wrong.

  This wasn’t her.

  He stilled and waited. Panting, she recalled his last words...to look.

  Balancing on one hand at first, only to find she had to plant the out-flung one again or fall over – palm slapped onto the warm stone, she looked...

  At where their bodies joined. And she knew he was watching her look. This ginormous orc beast-man with a ginormous member that he’d inserted into her was watching her study how they were fucking. Her mouth strained open and she wriggled a little, around him, feeling the twist of his cock. Her cunt pulsed rhythmically, trying to crush him, squeeze him, gobble his cock in further...

  So large, it must split her if he shoved it deeper.

  Yet she desired more.

  Not her.

  Career, reputation, her...her decency, her façade of being a good girl, it was all at stake if she fucked an orc, again.

  Too late surely.

  “Wait.” The trembling in her legs was not because she wanted him in her deeper, wanted to feel him thrust again. “Please,” she whispered.

  Never.

  Not.

  Gods that felt so good.

  Open-mouthed, moaning quietly, because it was just impossible not to with those sensations shimmying through her body from pussy to brain, because it made her want to shut her eyes and fuck him back, but this still wasn’t her.

  She stared at the impossible.

  “What, Ember? Hurting too much.”

  “No,” she admitted, whimpering. “Not that.”

  When he’d fucked her before it’d been fleeting and dangerous and a last good thing in my whole life sort of thing. It’d been desperation incarnate.

  This...

  “I don’t know. Something...something’s wrong. I’d never...”

  Fuck you for real even if I wanted to with the strength of a thousand exploding suns. And surely the orgasm building just because he was inside her was going to wreck her precisely like that.

  “I’d never.” She gulped, shuddered. “You can’t fuck me.” How could she expect an orc in rut to stop?

  With her entire body now shaking, hard, no matter how she tried to stop her reaction, she stared fully into his face. Hoss stared at her, his hands clutching her thighs so tightly it would leave bruises.

  A small gush of fluid swelled inside her pussy. Her eyes snapped closed. This wasn’t true come. She’d be leaking everywhere if he’d come. For an orc, that was pre-cum or basja.

  She knew the anatomy of most big species in the finest detail. It’d been a hobby, one she’d sighed over many times. Her personal pic album was dirty and full of large humanoids and their larger dicks.

  Hoss smiled.

  Designed to open her for him.

  If she did this enough times. If. Her nails clawed at the stone, her cunt squeezed in again. She could come from this. Just a little more of him.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Oh gods.” Ember let her head flop back, wondering how it was he’d stopped when the desire must be so strong. “Hoss?” Lost in the feel, she knew she’d licked across her lips, that tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes.

  “Mmm.”

  He was an orc half-breed, from the curve of his horns to the size of his cock and the bulk of his musculature, and she adored him for it. Lusted for it. But never ever like this.

  “It’s not me.”

  The growl was frightening, since his teeth were bared, but he then said, “Fine.”

  A gentlemen orc, in rut.

  He withdrew, sucking out that cock, leaving her empty.

  Stunned, she couldn’t take her lustful gaze off the swing and dip of his member. Over half her arm’s-length long. It couldn’t all fit inside her anyway.

  But she wanted to try.

  “You, are not you? Fine. No cunt fucking then. But you never said no to this.”

  Too fascinated by the giant anatomy waving before her, she’d put her hand between her legs and pressed her palm to her clit. The possible meaning of his words arrived late.

  Mouth an O, she registered his gleeful grin a second before he picked her up, turned her around and lowered her into the pool. With one hand at the small of her back, and the other wrapped in her nape hair, he shoved her down again, only face first, with her belly on the stone.

  She eeped once as he stuck his cock head beside her other hole.

  “You can’t! That’s worse.”

  “Is it?” The question seemed both menacing and enticing, since he’d rumbled it an inch from her ear. Orc breath...Hoss breath, warmed her neck. “I’m taking no more fussing from you. Your noes seem wrong to me. You want me to fuck off and not stick this in you?”

  His cock pushed again at her asshole.

  “You had it there before?”

  Once. “Not...you,” she whispered.

  He chuckled. “I know that. You scream this time, and I’ll go. Scream loud.”

  “If you use that in there, I probably will.” But she’d soft-bitten her lower lip in anticipation, and already he was pressing and she knew it was going places, going...in. “Impossible,” she blurted, eyes rolling upward, sighing.

  “Not.” He nipped her neck, held the bite of skin in teeth, pressing. The distraction surely made her open more, let him slide in. “The basja helps there too. More sometimes.”

  “Oh. Gods.” She shut her eyes, as his cock fucked her slow as a snake sliding home.

  Her groans were spoken to the stone. Her drool wet the side of her face.

  Hoss pumped in and out a few times then said softly, only he was purring this time. The purr, she knew of that. A very satisfied male did this.
Very. Satisfied.

  “I’m in more than I was in your other hole.”

  He fucked at her again, making the pool slosh higher up to her belly, and she slid a little back and forth, moaning at the drag of the cock inside her asshole.

  “Can’t. Be.”

  “Am.”

  “I never thought you’d do this.” It came out slurred, as if she was drunk on a bottle of strong liquor.

  He laughed. His laugh was sexy, she decided.

  “I’d fuck you anywhere, anyhow, Ember. You haven’t screamed.”

  No, she hadn’t, and she arched as he sneaked his thick fingers around her hip then down to her slit. He slippery-fingered them over her clit, massaging as he shunted in and out, as he fucked her ass, as he bit down. Then...he fucked her deepest of all and grunted. His cock seemed to blow up an extra miniscule amount, increasing the girth, the push.

  He came. And that, was enough. To push her over.

  She might’ve shrieked then, at the pain, at the pleasure, at the lust blossoming into a muscle-trembling cataclysm.

  The huge swell as he spurted come triggered her own climax. Coughing, moaning, her legs shaking despite being pinned by Hoss’s weight against the pool edge, she cried out and flew into that beautiful ecstasy, held there, paused in perpetual joy, it seemed – crying, spasming.

  When she returned to the world Hoss kissed her back, all down it from shoulder blades to the top of her butt. She squirmed, smiled sleepily.

  “Want me to pull out yet?”

  Ember shook her head the small amount her body allowed. Energy was lacking.

  “Uh. Stay.”

  It wasn’t every day this happened.

  But Hoss slid out, leaving an ache. His cum gushed down her thighs. His hand planted on her back. “Just going to look at you. Stay.”

  It was impossible to move.

  She should’ve screamed. He’d given her an out and she hadn’t taken it.

  The indescribable burn to be fucked was fading.

  That hadn’t been her at all. She’d lost all sense of judgment even though she’d already decided climbing into bed with Hoss was a huge no-no. She sighed. Everything about him was huge.

  “Let me wash you clean. We are in the right place for it.”

  Ember nodded. He was so very gentle. He stripped off the rest of her clothes and with his hands he poured water over her back, washing her between her legs and kissing her skin. What was so wrong about lying with an orc?

  Everything, and nothing. Oh to be in a society where this was right and proper. Eventually she turned and gained the courage to say what she had to say.

  “Hoss, that wasn’t me.”

  The wrinkles forming above his eyebrow ridge made her chest hurt, and she hated hurting him again.

  “Feels like you,” he grumbled. Then he scooped her up and was out of the pool and two strides gone before she could do more than squeak.

  “Hoss!”

  “Shhh. It’s late. It’s night. We are both in need of sleep and food. I will make sure you have both, and I’m sleeping in your bed this one night, no matter what else you have decided.”

  “Oh gods.” She scowled, considering. “No fucking. I know about the rut, but if you can’t stop yourself, then you should go.”

  He paused in his advance on the bedroom, or small house, whatever it was, for a door led inward from the bedroom. There might be a kitchen and more.

  “I can keep myself from fucking you if I want to. Though...” His gaze pondered her very naked and damp body. “Best if you wear more clothes.”

  “They’re wet. There might not be any more.”

  “Then, we will manage. I will sleep with you this night. In the morning we will talk.”

  Talk.

  For once that bothered her. Okay, for all times it bothered her. She wasn’t a whole lot better at talking intimately than an orc.

  All through the meal they’d assembled from food found stored deeper in the house, she wondered what had come over her. Artificial induction of desire? Possibly, but why?

  Why would anyone want to do that to her?

  Hoss might. He seemed smitten, but he wouldn’t have the means.

  To her surprise, curling up with him rendered her near sleep within minutes, whereas in the past she often tossed and turned. Insomnia was a common disease of star travelers, and CESS employees such as princesses put up with it for the career boost and the money.

  She struggled to keep her eyes open for one last moment. Long enough to stare at the opposite open wall that gave onto the pool. Should they close it? Would that be safer, here?

  Unlikely.

  “Night, Hoss.”

  He grunted and drew her closer to his huge chest, stroked her hair. “Goodnight.”

  There was a question she was dying to know.

  “Hey. Umm. Tell me the truth. How far did you get in?”

  “In?”

  She blushed but said it. “In my butt.”

  “Ahh. Not far. I exaggerated in the heat of the moment. Next time, though... The basja helps enormously. Goodnight, human girl.”

  Next time? Hells no.

  There must not be.

  Still smiling at Hoss’s uncharacteristic description of her, as if she were a stranger he’d met on a filthy sexual date, she fell into sleep.

  Chapter 13

  Baz woke to a silent and dim room, remembering in a jolting instant why he lay on his back. Why his crotch felt abnormal.

  He was naked.

  Almost afraid of what he might find, he groped downward to his groin area, slid his hand further, further, until it encountered not just a strange mass of synthflesh, which was what his last one had felt like, but a throbbing mass of high-quality sxsynthflesh. Cybermonk quality.

  Baz Rutland had a proper cock, again, and he smiled through the muffling, deadening underground hum in his mind. Someone had stuffed his head with wet paper and dust. Even his muscles felt odd, distorted. As if they’d given him a whole new body.

  Neurosensory pathways have been adapted.

  That message came from somewhere inside.

  He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the table he lay on.

  Words scrolled down his left retina and an internal voice narrated as he read the words.

  We advise you to get acquainted with your new cock, Baz.

  Nice and personal.

  “I will.”

  You requested a large one and we have obeyed. It is large and will grow substantially larger with stimulation and/or applied thought.

  “Applied thought?”

  Yes. Thinking of getting an erection can cause your cock to obey far more readily than most. You need never contemplate failure.

  He never had before. Not until it was ripped off. But...good.

  Even flaccid as it was, his CM cock was more than a handful. He might need a little extra stretch in his pants.

  It was a fairly normal shape but black in color. Veins ran and twisted down the shaft. The head seemed the right shape if bigger. His balls liked it when he pushed the head with a finger, sliding it from one thigh until it flopped to the other. “Black?”

  The color is changeable and here are many other accessory transformations you may find useful. We recommend experimenting to find your best attribute.

  Attribute, he snorted at that one. “Pink?” It flashed into the worst fluorescent pink and Baz grimaced. “Tame it down, boy.”

  The color faded to pure white with a few metal rivet-like pieces showing. He preferred to see it as what it was – cyborg cock. Flesh pink was boring. He’d use black and steel on alternate days.

  Would a woman freak if it looked pure steel?

  “Hmmm.” He stroked it and was shocked at the thrill thundering into him from the subtle touch. A squeeze made him gasp. His voice squeaked. “I think I just saw flying naked women.”

  And flying naked oliphants.

  There may be some unusual sensory side effects at first until your neuro
logical system gets used to the new input.

  Do you wish to see a few of the other attributes?

  “Sure.” He yawned, his jaw popping.

  We will run through some. The rest are discoverable and stored in your mind files, under cocky instruction manual.

  Erection.

  His cock swelled and swelled and within seconds became large enough to be mistaken for a small python. Baz’s eyebrows rose. He’d always wanted a snake cock. His hand barely encompassed the girth. Thumb-tip met fingertip if he strained and squashed his cock.

  An orgasm rippled through him though no come spurted. Baz jerked, coughed. What the?

  “Holy –”

  Spikes.

  Short, blunt metal spikes popped out all along the shaft. He swore at that. Not painful for him, but...for the girl?

  Vibration.

  The hum and tremors set him off again. This time come squirted in an arc, splashing on the wall a few meters away.

  “Fuck!”

  You will find your sensitivity scaling back after a day or two.

  “Holy mothers of Hexenshen!” Hexenshen was a small religion he’d encountered many planets ago. Not his religion, but he liked to swear equal opportunity.

  Multiple orgasms for a man? It was an interesting concept, though he’d prefer some lasting power.

  You can also turn down sensitivity, or turn it up, on command. There is a taste selective. Power lube. And various special modes, such as party mode, unicorn horn simulator, tentacles, and perhaps best of all, the demon cock mode.

  “Demon mode?”

  Yes, it makes it impossible for the female to orgasm but turns her on exceptionally well. I believe some call this a form of torture.

  Playing with his cock might keep him too busy to go to work.

  They’d discover him a century from now – a mummified man with his hand still wrapped around his cock. To be honest though...he frowned at his new cock...he’d have preferred something simpler, just big and plain, not this carnival of sex. He should turn all the fuckin’ extras off.

  There is also a trademark symbol on the underside above your testicles. A CM. If you ever have a severe emergency, press there and talk. A representative will be with you as fast as possible.