Nentres

Clearly, I had a brat on my hands. I’d precisely pointed out the dangers of leaving the mansion, and still, she hadn’t listened. I gave her fifteen minutes to come to terms with the orders she was to follow. I couldn’t keep her safe if she insisted on not keeping herself safe at the same time. Something would give, and it wasn’t gonna be me.

Amy didn’t head upstairs. Instead, she walked past the foyer and into the kitchen, where she’d find her spoon. I leaned a shoulder on the doorjamb and waited. Jason came to stand next to me. I glanced at his profile. Jason sported his short black hair in a military cut, and a scar ran from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth, a gift from a time during his captivity. I’d bought him from his owner with a diamond princess-cut ring the man had wanted for his new bride.

Though dragons often valued jewels over people, I didn’t have a problem trading diamonds for a wolf creature. Somehow, when I’d first seen the wolf inside the cage, I’d known he was also a man.

Amy came out of the kitchen with a spoon. She paused at the foyer and waved.

I nodded and pointed at the stairs.

She bent her knees and curtsied.

Oh, the attitude.

Jason remained grim, his jaw working.

“Spit it out,” I told him.

“The cyborg patrol followed you out of the habitat.”

“Hm.” That was new. The patrol usually didn’t give a shit about what happened outside the habitat, only that people followed order inside. The cyborgs felt secure under the plasma dome, and I had disturbed that, probably terrified ninety percent of the habitants.

“They’re scouting,” Jason said.

“What do you want to do about it?”

“Lie low.”

Right. After Lance’s conflict with cyborgs in his territory, Lance and I had agreed we’d send spies inside the habitats and research the Cy aliens’ presence on the ground while keeping a low profile and going about our business as usual. We had coexisted with cyborgs since Mother Nature had created us, and there was no reason to alert them of our plan to restore the Earth to her natural state. Four dragons and some wolves were no match for the cyborg military backed up with Cy tech. The only way we could take back Earth from the Cy was with control of the elements, which we didn’t have. “I didn’t want to provoke them, but I couldn’t let them have her.”

He tucked his hands into his pockets, rocked on his heels. “Sam reported back from the outlaws.”

Sam was my bird creature, a woman gifted with a dove. Every dragon had one. “And?”

“They’re going forward with the parade.”

I wondered what Amy was doing. If I were her, I’d get naked and present me with her ass. “Hm?”

“You’re distracted. It makes you vulnerable.”

“Don’t confuse it for weakness.”

“Your spirit needs to come onboard.”

“Don’t you worry about my spirit.”

He gave me a side-eye and a smirk. “The mating dance is not fun.”

“It is if you’re a good dancer.”

“And you are, of course.” He rolled his eyes.

“The very best, dearest. About the outlaws… Send Sam back. I want to know if people are disappearing.”

“She said they believe the Cy are coming and taking them?”

“Nah, but I don’t think Eddy’s lying about losing people at random. Somethin’s going on in town, and I wanna know what it is.”

“That something is your ball, the one that’s drawing all the attention. Everyone within a five-hundred-mile radius is talking about a handsome Southern man with a vast fortune who is in need of a wife.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you just quote Jane Austin?”

“I’m surprised you knew.”

“Momma made me read. In want of a wife, by the way.”

“Speaking of your parents, they’re coming for the ball.”

I glanced at the ceiling. “Why?”

“Amy invited them.”

“How did she even know about them?”

“Cindy.”

“And how did she invite them?”

“George went to get them.”

“Aren’t y’all just so well organized. I wonder what I’d do without y’all in my business. Tell them not to come. I’ll bring Amy to Texas…sometime.”

“You tell them that.”

I checked his watch. “Anything else?”

“I’ll find you later. We’ll chat some more.” He clapped me on my back.

I climbed the steps two at a time and entered my room, where Amy had just finished showering. She sat on the bed, towel still around her body.

“You can take that off,” I said. “You won’t need it.”

Amy hooked a thumb around the top of the towel, and it pooled around her waist. Then she scooted up on the bed and spread her legs.

I rested my hands on her knees and stared at her pussy. I couldn’t resist her pussy, which was precisely why she’d showed it to me. She counted on me wanting it, and I wanted it. I ran a finger down the warm slit and spread the moisture down to her little hole. Amy didn’t flinch when I tried to poke her ass. “Are you a virgin here?” I pressed inside, and she relaxed her muscles for an easier entry. That a girl.

“Yes.”

“You won’t be for long.”

“You have two dicks,” she said.

“I’m also a dragon.”

“I was terrified of the dragon. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I pushed my thumb inside her pussy and wiggled it. “Because I didn’t have to tell you. I reckon I told you about the dangers when you leave the mansion, though. A little fear of something goes a long way.”

“You only said not to go into town.”

I narrowed my eyes. Amy would give me attitude. She wouldn’t own what she’d done today. There was only one way to deal with my spirit. My way. “Amy,” I said firmly.

She took notice of my tone and propped her upper body on her elbows, giving me her full attention. With her hair fanning out around her head, her beautiful eyes and pouty mouth, Amy was so pretty, I almost forgot why I was upset with her in the first place. Almost.

I teased her clit. “You stole from me,” I said.

“Oh, come on. It was a junkyard car.”

“Sure. But it’s still a car on my property.”

“I borrowed it. I would’ve returned it, and besides, you don’t need a car. You can fly.”

“You’re missing the point.” On purpose, I was sure. Amy knew exactly what I was getting at.

She looked away.

Damn right!

“How many invitations did you pack into the car?” From the top of the nightstand, I picked up the spoon and spun it in my hand.

“No more than two hundred,” she whispered.

“Your ass will burn for a week. Count from one, then one hundred. We’ll do five today because I’m convinced this is the last time I’ll have to do this.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“It hurts me that I have to do it. But discipline is discipline. Rules are rules. Stay in the mansion, Amy. The property is vast. There’s a lot to do around here.”

“But how would I get the invitations out?”

“You ask someone to get them out for you. You’re an event planner, not an event doer. George could’ve handled the invitations. But that’s not the point. I want you to understand it’s not about the damn papers or anything related to the ridiculous ball I have to hold, it’s about your safety. Now, you have trouble with rules. Turn around.”

Amy thought about it for a second, then asked, “Is this how everyone is punished around here?”

“Yes.”

“Even the men?”

“Oh yes.”

“And it’s only this one time.”

“If you behave,” I said.

Amy spun around and presented me with her bottom. Good Lord, that ass. I ran a hand over the soft skin and squeezed, my dicks hard and ready.

“What constitutes behaving?” she asked.

I swung my arm, testing the swing of the spoon. I rolled my shoulders, then landed a nice swat over her bottom. The spoon formed an oval mark. Amy didn’t flinch. “One.” I swatted her once more.

She gasped.

“One, one hundred,” I counted. “Two.”

Swat.

She bit her lip, and I watched her for when she’d had enough, ran my fingers down her slit so I could gauge how hot the punishment made her feel. Amy’s pussy glistened, which told me she liked this.

“Two two hundred. Amy?”

“Mmmm.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

“Not sure,” she said and pushed against my fingers so they’d dip inside her pussy.

I pulled them back out. “Three.” I swatted hard.

Amy scooted forward and covered her ass with her hands but said nothing.

I pried her hands off and counted five more strokes. By the time I finished, her ass looked burned. Tears clouded her eyes, and I scooped her up and pressed her body against mine. My dicks were gonna tear through my pants.

I got a pillow and put it under our heads. I kissed her nose. “You’re…” God, how would I explain the spirit? No other way but to say it. “I was born Jonatan Broussard right here in this house. One son of Geraldine and Richard Broussard, my parents, whom I’ve heard you’ve invited to the ball.”

She nodded, giving me all her attention. It pleased me that I’d captured her attention. I wanted to capture her heart too, though I wasn’t sure how. Amy was mine, and she needed to understand who and what she was, what she meant to me. A spirit for my dragon, a balance to keep my element at bay and likely also to keep me sane so that I wouldn’t burn down the town or, God forbid, cause another apocalypse, the one that would wipe out all humans and leave the Earth to the Cy and their cyborg minions.

At the thought of such a world, I shivered. “After high school, I went to Hollywood thinking I’d become an actor, but what most people wanted was to photograph my body. I modeled for underwear since nobody seemed interested in my talent.” I didn’t know why I’d chosen to share this part with her. Perhaps because it bothered me the most, my secret failure nobody else considered a failure.

“I bet you sold a lot of underwear.”

Amy had just given me a compliment. I kissed her swollen lips. She had a beautiful mouth, one of those with puffy lips that creased in the middle. I wanted to bite them. I would bite her everywhere. I took her hand and put it on my hip, and my dicks twitched. Down, boys. We’ll get there. “I did what I had to do until I found a gig.”

“Did you find a gig?”

“Mm-hm. Got a role in a movie with some big shots. But then Yellowstone erupted, and the movie production got postponed indefinitely. People quit investing in movies and models, and I ran out of money. I faced two choices: come back home and ask my parents for money, or enlist in the armed forces. I didn’t care if it was the army or navy, I just wanted in. But I didn’t quite make it because by that time, everyone had taken up weapons, and the military organization started to crumble along with the government. My dragon brother Lance and I found a relief agency and got shipped to a small town south of Las Vegas where FEMA had set up a displaced persons camp. We met up with two other guys there.”

I paused, gauging her expression, because now I was about to tell her some magical fantasy shit. Amy watched me expectantly, all her attention on me. I wanted her to look at me like this for the rest of my life. But first, here goes crazy. “One night in the barracks, a woman paid the four of us a visit. She gifted each of us with a dragon beast and an elemental power. She tasked us with returning the Earth to her previous natural state. The woman was Mother Nature.”

Amy took a minute to process that, then said, “That’s creative.”

Suddenly, I felt how Eddy must have when he’d told me about the aliens stealing people from their homes.

“Crazy but true. You’ve seen the dragon. Imagine how I felt when I first turned.” I chuckled. “For a while, I simply thought it wouldn’t happen to me, that I’d never shift into a dragon. I thought that even after watching my dragon brother Lance become one. One night, I got trapped inside a storage place that exploded. It caught fire, you see. Got my clothes, but not me. I walked right out and took to the skies.”

“Wow,” she whispered.

It didn’t escape my notice that Amy had told me what had happened to her downtown, but she never mentioned the part where the dragon spit fire on her and she didn’t burn. I let her ignore it. She’d have to come to terms with me and how the dragon worked with his spirit, so I pressed onward. “I couldn’t make fire for a decade. I was simply a pretty red dragon, kind of like an underwear model. Everyone wanted to see the dragon, and no one wanted to see his talent. I gave up on trying to control the fire, simply gave in to my beast and the few hobbies I enjoyed.”

“Like what?”

“Hoarding jewels.”

“Ah.”

“But then you came.”

“My stepmom brought me here.”

“True. But you came into my life nevertheless.” I took her hand and tucked it under my pants and made her fist my dick. With my hand on top of hers, I showed her how to stroke me while I palmed my other dick and did the same. “Mother Nature gifted some women with spirits, which are dragons’ mates. They serve as a balance to the elemental power so that the elementals don’t abuse it as it had been abused in the past. You are one such spirit.”

Amy paused. “I would remember Mother Nature coming to me and gifting me with things. It’s not something one forgets. Nobody ever came to me. The only thing that ever came to me was the Grim Reaper and Lady Bad Luck.”

I wouldn’t let her think such things now. I clamped my mouth over hers and pulled down my pants, then rolled on top of her. Amy clutched my shoulders, and I let her feel my dick at the entrance of her moist pussy. One thing I knew about her, she loved messing around and had a wonderful self-awareness when it came to her bedroom activities. Amy wasn’t shy or coy. She went after what she wanted.

As she did now.

She lifted her hips, and the tip of my cock pierced her hole. I plunged inside, and Amy rolled her eyes back. “Oh my God, you’re big.”

I put my mouth on her neck and kissed my way down her chest while moving in and out of her soft pussy. It was wet and tight. “That’s my back dick. The front one is bigger and wider.”

“Give it to me.”

“I will give you both.” All of it. My cocks, my heart, my wings, my fire. I felt the fire grow in the fireplace, and I tried to lift the flame. When nothing happened, I paused and looked up. I concentrated, thinking that with Amy and me joined, I could do anything. The fire remained burning as it was before.

I took out my bottom dick and aimed at her small hole. Amy didn’t tense but instead licked her lips and squirmed under me. Fuck, I loved this about her. I didn’t plunge inside but took my sweet time, savoring the moment when I penetrated her tight asshole. It squeezed my dick. I gritted my teeth when Amy closed her eyes and grabbed my biceps for leverage. “Play with your clit, sugar.”

Amy nodded and put her fingers on top of her clit. She rubbed it, and the grip her ass had on my dick relaxed. I took the cue and aimed my other dick at her pussy. I jerked my hips and filled her and put my hand over her mouth when I saw that she’d opened it to scream.

Her holes barely held me inside, so fucking tight, I nearly came like a schoolboy. I removed my hand from her mouth and plunged my tongue inside it while I glided in and out of her pussy and her tight ass. Amy lifted her hips, and I groaned when she started telling me how good this felt, how she’d never forget this night, how I was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. I soaked up her praise, and even though her pussy fluttered with her orgasm and her ass squeezed my cock, I fucked her more.

I plundered her as if my cocks could pave the way to her heart. I made her come twice in five minutes.

I made her sleep with me in my bed.

But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. And I knew that because, late in the night as we lay there sharing silence, Amy brought up the ball and straight out told me she wasn’t interested in me long-term, even though she loved our fling, my dicks, and my body.

I gambled often and when I did, I liked to bet big or go home. I was all-in on Amy. I’d found my spirit, and yet I couldn’t control the fire. Something was missing.

I had to work harder.

Play dirtier.

So be it.