Selena

Lance was bald, the top of his head covered in indigo scales. I blinked when he slid the hood over his head, thinking perhaps I’d imagined it. He snapped his head up, and I didn’t need to see his eyes to know he was looking right at me.

The man under him tapped his shoulder. “Let me up.”

Lance leapt off and stalked toward me. I took a step back, then stopped so I wouldn’t go into the water. My feet were already wet. A wave had come out of nowhere and soaked my pants and boots.

“Don’t be afraid,” Lance said.

“I’m not.”

“That’s my buddy Jake. He and I had a bit of a…disagreement.”

“It happens. I guess.”

“I’ll get someone to work on the window,” the man said and walked around the castle.

“I’ll escort you upstairs,” Lance said. He took my hand and led me up the stairs, water swishing in my boots the entire time. Inside the room, he helped me out of my boots and tucked me in bed. He hovered over me, and I imagined a set of nonhuman eyes on a nonhuman face staring down at me.

“I would like to see you now,” I said.

His jaw worked. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“God, you are eight years old.”

Lance headed for the door. I tried not to follow him out. I gripped the sheets to stay in bed and not argue about this. He seemed uncomfortable.

“I will return this evening and take what you offered,” he said, one hand on the doorjamb. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

“Yes.”

“What little you’ve glimpsed downstairs is exactly what I look like. I’m not a man anymore, and I never will be. You have until dinnertime to leave. If you don’t want to return to the habitat, I’ll arrange transport to one of the shelters in California. That’s the best I can do.”

“Thank you.”

“Selena?”

“Hm?”

“What time is dinnertime?” he asked and pointed at the clock.

My lips tipped up, and I glanced at the huge clock against the wall. “Eight, my lord.”

“Receive me naked, ready, and on time.”

* * *

I wished he’d never made me bring the damn clock. I memorized every decorative black swirl on its white background, measured the length of the three-foot-long handle, and admired its size when it overlapped with the smaller handle at seven thirty-seven. At thirty-eight, it ticked so loud, it startled me. I’d been staring at the clock for ten minutes. I leaned back against the bedframe, wondering if I should put on the black dress Belle had brought me.

By the time seven fifty rolled around, my palms began sweating, my heart started beating at a rapid pace, and I wanted to bolt out of there. I could leave for some shelter in California, escape all the castle weirdness, not have to worry about my dad or Diego ever finding me in the hinterlands. Belle. I could’ve called her to ask about sex and things I should do while having sex. Oh boy, I would embarrass myself tonight for certain.

I moved from the bed to the bathroom but didn’t put on the dress or the new pair of boots that fit better than the ones before it. I wore my hair down and let it air dry, the ends of it forming soft curls above my bottom. I spun around and checked out my ass. It was big like my mom’s. I inherited her ample hips, a full bottom, and big breasts. What would he think of my size? Around here, I hadn’t noticed many women with curves.

Probably all the walking up and down the stairs and around the property kept them in shape. In the habitat, we hardly walked anywhere. If I wanted fresh coffee in the morning, I got in my car and drove across my window or waved for Mark, the level-one cyborg delivery guy, to fly on over and give me a cup.

If you wanted coffee around here, you went downstairs to get it, sat down with real people, and chatted over coffee. Everything on this island seemed…old. They seemed to live in the pre-Ice Age era, where food got prepped in kitchens not in factories, and where chickens produced eggs. We didn’t have eggs in the habitat. We had chewy morning bars with all the nutrition an egg provided. Cyborgs mostly didn’t require much anyway. A food shortage wasn’t a problem for us as it could be for them here.

A knock came.

I opened my mouth to say enter, but the door opened.

I rushed from the bathroom to sit on the bed and cover my nudity.

A cart with covered plates appeared first, then Lance walked inside. He wore a cloak and gloves again as if nothing had happened this afternoon. Disappointment washed over me. The cloak and gloves stood between us like armor. It felt so impersonal. I managed a smile when the door closed, and he pushed the cart to the bed.

“I made dinner,” he announced.

“At eight sharp.”

“Of course.”

I smiled. He was so anal about time.

He uncovered the plates, and steam drifted up. Same as last night, but the fish appeared white. “Halibut,” I said.

“And not gooey rice.” He tilted his head. “Are you going to eat?”

“Yes.”

“It seems you’re hiding.”

“I don’t think I’m the one hiding.” Okay, so I had pulled a sheet over my body, but still, he hid under the cloak.

His lips pinched. “Come here.”

I hesitated.

But he didn’t. He reached for the edge of the sheet and pulled. It left me on the bed. Naked. My arms twitched, and I wanted to cover my breasts but didn’t. Without seeing his eyes, I knew he watched me.

“Your turn,” I said.

Lance grunted. “Another time.”

“Now.”

“No,” he said with a tone that brooked no argument. He sat on the bed and pointed at the pillow. “Toss me the pillow.”

I handed it to him. He moved the cart to his right and threw the pillow on the floor. “Come here.”

I walked around the bed and stood a foot away from him. His hand caught my hip and brought me closer. He placed a kiss on my belly, then lower and lower until his tongue licked my mound. I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“You smell so good,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Welcome. Here’s what’s going to happen tonight. Are you with me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Lance,” he corrected. “You will do what I tell you to do. I will guide you through the entire thing. Are you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“You should be.”

“Oh boy. This doesn’t make me feel better.”

“You’ll feel better when I fuck you.”

I gulped at that. Lance was pretty forward tonight. A little less sweet, a little more…bossy. I found myself aroused by his tone. And I found myself aroused even more when he pointed at the pillow on the floor. “Kneel.”

My knees folded. I didn’t even think about not obeying, and he rewarded me by brushing his gloved hand over my breast. My nipple rose to the occasion, and he pinched it. “You are responsive to me. I can smell your arousal.”

Heat crept up my face. “Um…”

“Nothing to be ashamed of. It tells me you’re ready. The wetter you are, the better it will be for you.” He leaned in. “I don’t like many things about myself, namely what I’ve become, but my body comes with perks. For one, I can fly. It’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Two, I have a beast inside me. He makes me feel powerful and disfigures me at the same time. Three, I am made for a woman’s body. I am made so that when I fuck a woman, she’ll have a hard time finding someone else to fuck her the same way. Ask me why that is.”

I opened my mouth to ask, but he shoved a thumb inside. “Suck it.”

The leather in my mouth tasted strange, and as I sucked his thumb, I wrung my hands in my lap.

“Spread you knees.”

I did.

He removed his thumb and said, “Lean back so I can see that dripping pussy.”

My palms hit the floor behind my back, and I lifted my bottom so he could see, hoping that maybe he’d stroke my ache. Lance didn’t stroke the place I was wet, but gathered up some moisture from there and rubbed my small back hole. Immediately, I clenched my butt cheeks.

Lance tsked. “I will have access to your body and any hole I want to poke. Not giving me access is disobedience. Don’t make me spank you.”

He would spank me. He’d spanked me all the way up the stairs. “Yes, Lance.”

“That a girl. Let me feel it.”

I relaxed so his finger could rub my back hole. Once done, he moved his hand away and took the glove off. Clawed blue-scaled indigo fingers made a fist. “That’s good. Have a kneel as you were.”

Lance ate and fed me at the same time. The fish tasted like nothing I’d ever eaten before. The rice was fluffy and not gooey, and I could tell the difference between the two. He told me where he’d been when Yellowstone erupted. Lance had been a chef. He’d owned a small restaurant in Hollywood where he worked during the eruption. Firefighters got called, and since he’d lost most of his clientele due to the crumbling economy, he volunteered. He went out for weeks at a time, coming back only to check on his business until he closed the doors three months after the eruption. Later that year, the world as we knew it dissolved, and he became a dragon.

I soaked up every word and, at the mention of dragons, scooted closer. But we finished eating, and Lance pushed away the cart.

“How did you become a dragon?” I asked.

“That’s a story for another day.”

I made a face.

A claw hooked under my chin. “Now the fun begins. Are you excited?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to remove my clothes?”

“Yes.” Oh yes. I wanted to see all of him.

“Imagine the size of my cock. How big is it?”

“Eight inches.”

Lance smiled and touched his lips to mine. “The one behind the other is eight inches.”

He leaned back.

“Hm?” I said.

“I am made for a woman by a woman.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I like it.”

He only smiled, then leaned in again. “Are you doing okay so far?” His tone changed, softened, and he sounded the same way as he had the first day in the library. It was…his regular tone, whereas tonight, he’d assumed a more dominant tone.

“Yes, Lance.”

“I would enjoy spanking you.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. For no reason in particular. Would you let me?”

I nodded, too embarrassed to voice my agreement.

Lance took out a black cloth from his pocket. He wound it about my head and over my eyes. I couldn’t see a thing, not even peek at my nose. “Boo,” I said.

Lance chuckled and draped something over my thighs. “That’s my cloak. Go on and hang it over the clock.”

I tapped the mattress and rose, careful not to trip over anything. At the end of the mattress, I threw the cloak and hoped it landed over the clock. A soft thump. It landed on the floor.

“Never mind,” Lance said.

I returned, walked by the mattress, and found his shoulder with my hand. I ran my palm over it. Scales scraped my skin.

Lance gripped my hips and sighed. “Try not to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Are you attracted to me?” he asked.

I bit my lip, unsure if I could even admit it to myself. I didn’t know what I was attracted to. A black cloak out of which came words, and gloved hands that touched me? It felt strange to admit I was attracted to Lance, like I was some sort of freak looking for thrills with monsters.

Lance expected an answer. Instead of answering, I reached for his face. He caught my wrist. I tugged. When he let go, I reached again. This time, he let me, but I felt his jaw tense. He didn’t like it. Too bad for him.

Under my fingertips, those scales felt like sandpaper. They could only be petted by running my palm along with their growth not counter to the growth. I believed they could cut my palm.

“It’s rough, isn’t it?” he asked.

I nodded.

My hand wandered to the other shoulder. I found something hard and long, the size of my palm, sticking out of his shoulder. A horn? I gripped it. Lance growled, caught my wrist, and pinned it at the small of my back. He drew me closer, between his legs, lifted my breast, and put the nipple inside his mouth. He sucked one, then the other. Between my legs, I grew wet and shifted from one leg to another to relieve my ache.

Lance bent me over his left knee, and something landed on my bottom. “Oh,” I said. “That’s not your hand.”

“It’s my glove.”

He smacked me again. Okay, not bad. I presumed his hand would hurt more, but the glove kind of stung.

Smack.

“It stings.”

“It’s supposed to. Breathe and count to twenty.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Five,” I said. Or four?

“One,” he corrected.

“At least four.”

“One.” Smack. “We can count from one all night.” Smack.

“One!”

“That a girl.”

The leather landed on my bottom in rapid smacks. It stung to high heaven, and I balled my hands into fists and bit down on one of them as Lance hummed in his chest. The glove thumped on the floor, and Lance yanked my hair back.

I screamed, not expecting it, but he caught my scream with his mouth and shoved his tongue inside to kiss me. As we kissed, he let me up, and I crawled over his lap. I sat on his erection over his sweatpants, and I began rubbing on it like a complete wanton. I was so hot, and I wanted something inside me. Lance poked my back hole with his finger, and I stopped rubbing on him and perked up my bottom, seeking more. He kissed me so hard, my mind spun. His tongue scraped against mine, but he kissed so slowly and thoroughly that I didn’t care at the difference in the texture. I wanted him to….to make me come already.

He broke the kiss first. “You’re ready for me,” he said, his finger still probing my back entrance, his other hand on my ass, which burned like fire. I threw my head back when he sucked my nipples or gave me another finger for my pussy to ride on. “More,” I told him. “I want more.”

Lance laid me down on the bed, his mouth on my breast, his fingers pumping between my legs. I lifted my hips to meet his hand as the pressure in my belly increased. His mouth trailed down my belly and over my mound. Clawed hands spread my thighs. “My tongue is dark red, rough, and forked. I want you to picture my head between your legs and such a tongue licking your pussy.” A monster stuck his tongue out and licked. I imagined the tongue was as wide as a man’s but slightly forked at the tip. I felt the split parts wiggle over my entrance. He peeled back the skin and touched his tongue to my clit. The split parts squeezed it. “Oh God.”

Lance locked both hands under my knees and over my thighs so I couldn’t move. “Do you want to watch me lick you?”

I nodded.

“Another time. Put your hands under your head. Don’t move them. Don’t touch me. If you touch me, I will stop and leave you hanging. You understand?” Then he licked a trail from my small hole to my clit and back. Several times. I tucked my hands under my head and pretended to watch.

I wanted more.

I tried to peek under the blindfold and got only a glimpse of his shoulders moving as he licked me. Lance stroked his tongue over my pussy lips and entrance in a lazy, slow rhythm as if he had all the time in the world, while I felt that if I didn’t come now, I would die. “Lance, please.”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know what. Something.”

“You want to come.”

“Yes.”

“On my tongue,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Of all the things I imagined you would do, I didn’t imagine you’d be so responsive.”

Heat covered my cheeks again. “Is it wrong to be?”

“Does it feel wrong?” he asked.

“Yes and no.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t run.”

“Are other women not so…”

Lance stopped. “Selena,” he barked. “Do not mention other women while I’m in bed with you. Or ever, for that matter.”

“But I only asked because—”

“Ever.”

“Yes, Lance.”

He grunted and hooked a hand under my body. He moved me up the bed, then left. Oh no! I’d fucked this up. It seemed all I had to do was follow orders. I couldn’t follow orders. I didn’t excel at this discipline thing. Not at all. “Lance?”

“Hm?”

“What…”

The bed dipped, and I felt the heat of his body over mine. I reached out, and my palm touched his chest. Hard, naked chest. I ran it down and down some more to his hip, then stopped.

“Go on and feel it. I know you’re curious,” he said and kissed behind my ear. I shivered. The first thing my hand found was a pair of erect cocks between his legs. The back one is eight inches.

“There are two,” I said. Two!

“Don’t be afraid,” he said.

“For a woman by a woman.” I whispered what he’d told me before.

“That’s right.” Under my left hand on his chest, his muscles flexed and relaxed. I opened my legs wider when his fingers found my entrance again. Heat built up inside me, and I closed my eyes and my mouth this time so I could relax and feel. I felt every nick of his claw on my clit. I felt the scales slide up my body as he covered me with his, as he gripped my knee and brought it up, then left it there so he could position one big cock at my small entrance. I tensed.

Lance noticed. “You have to relax, baby. This is gonna hurt.” I felt his mouth on mine, and I opened so he could kiss me while he pushed inside, stretching my pussy. His fingers rubbed my clit relentlessly. I was so sensitive down there that my hips lifted, and I impaled myself. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I felt so unbelievably full, stretched, and it turned me on. Yet it hurt. Oh God, it hurt.

Lance kissed my neck and whispered at my ear. “Do you like to watch? I think you do.” He removed my blindfold. “Keep your eyes up on the mirror and watch how I fuck you.”

It took a few seconds to clear my vision, but when it cleared, I gasped. The entire right side of his body and his left leg were covered in indigo scales. His shoulders were wide, his back muscular and powerful. His biceps worked as his hands clawed the sheets, and his ass made dimples as he pumped slowly into me. Lance whispered in my ear.

I watched him move slowly.

My pussy dripped with moisture, he told me. What a good girl to receive him, he said. He was so attentive to me, and I knew I’d picked the right guy to punch my V-card.

I neared my orgasm.

He stroked me everywhere. Inside, outside, on my nipple, my clit, sometimes biting, sometimes licking, sometimes whispering in my ear. All the while, he moved his hips so his cock hit a place that made me scream. My orgasm flushed, the walls of my pussy fluttered, and then his cock expanded, and I felt the stream of cum fill my womb.

I never saw his face.