Page 147 of Even Robots Die
I thought I was a fallen angel, cursed.
And, yes, I fell. I fell for this amazing dragon who has shown me love ever since we married. I’m not going to lie. There were a few bumps on the road, but we’re here for each other and it’s not going to change.
At least, now we don’t have to worry about Michaël anymore. He’s dead and maybe there still are “archangels” holding Versailles, but they’re only for show now. To the world, they’re still ruling, but in reality a council has been created and the people of this council are the true rulers of this world.
All factions have a seat in that council, humans included, so everyone seems to be happy with the way things are now.
Elhyor was offered a seat, but he refused it. Notre Dame is enough for him; he doesn’t need to rule over anyone else.
Elhyor pushes my chest against the shower wall, one hand still pumping inside of me and the other stroking my shoulder, my back and then my butt. He slides his cock between my butt cheeks as he grabs me by the hip.
I can feel all of his piercing rubbing against my asshole and I know what he is planning, so I bend a little more so I can rub against him.
“Mmm, I’m gonna take that pretty asshole and you’re going to scream for me, Little Wife,” he growls against my ear.
“You’re lucky I don’t need to get pregnant anymore, because you’re doing it all wrong,” I say with amusement in my voice.
“I don’t care about getting you pregnant…” he starts to say and then stops mid sentence.
He’s lying, we both know it. We’ve been trying for more than a year now, but dragons are notoriously hard to conceive, so it took some time. I was planning to tell him on our anniversary tomorrow, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make that joke.
Elhyor is frozen. Even his fingers inside my pussy have stopped moving, and I can’t have that.
I start moving against him again, not giving him a choice. I need him to move, too, but he removes his hand altogether and turns me in his arms, so I’m facing him now.
“What do you mean, Little Devil?” he asks and I can hear it. There is hope in his voice.
I turn the shower off.
“Exactly what I mean,” I say with a smile. I need him, but this is more important. “Listen,” I add.
He holds his hand above my heart and then slides it down a bit to settle on my belly. I hold my breath for a second and I can see that he’s doing the same. I don’t know if he’s feeling the extra heartbeat under his hand or if he hears it, but I can see in his eyes the exact moment what I just said collides with reality in his mind.
Literal flames light up his eyes and I can see the dragon peeking out through his eyes.
“It’s true,” Elhyor says and his voice is shaky as if he can’t believe what he just heard, “we’re going to be parents.”
He’s the one crying now, and I can taste his tears on my lips when our mouths crash together.
His kiss is frantic, desperate, as if he’s scared that if he stops, the news I just delivered is going to disappear in the wind.
There is nothing gentle in this kiss; his lips are hard against mine, pushing so he can get what he wants. There is nothing gentle either when his tongue slips past my lips. He’s hard, forceful, he’s claiming my mouth the way he claimed my heart, and I love him for it.
When he finally releases my mouth, it’s to drop down on his knees, but his mouth is already on my nipple while one of his hands fondles my breast.
The other hand snakes behind my left thigh and a second later, his mouth isn’t on my nipple anymore; it’s kissing my clit and my thigh is resting on his shoulder.
He doesn’t give me time to adapt to the new position and spears me with two fingers as he sucks on my clit.
I see stars in an instant, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps pumping with his fingers and his tongue makes rapid passes on my clit, and it’s like the bathroom ceiling turned into a night sky because I can see anything anymore except for pinpricks of light and I explode on his fingers.
Like he’s on a mission, Elhyor gets up, licks his lips, and takes me in his arms before he crosses to our bed. Without a care in the world, he drops me unceremoniously onto the bed and looks at my naked body sprawled on the bed.
“I love you, Little Wife, and you’ve given me the most amazing gift. I love you, and I haven’t met this little one, but I already love them.”
He kneels between my legs, and I start to turn on myself. He wanted my ass a few minutes ago, after all, and who am to refuse the love of my life?
“No,” he stops me, “I want to look at you. I want to see you fall apart in my arms,” he pauses, “well, come to think of it…”
