have different tastes, so the decoration in the station was a compromise. Since Jane had moved out, she had intended for some time to revamp the decorating scheme to one that was more to her taste. It seemed that Darcy’s database was extremely discerning. He could read her emotions, or perhaps even her thoughts.
He turned and brushed his mouth, with its delicate whiskers and beard, against her cheek. “You would be bored to death with me in two days if I weren’t so smart.”
She laughed out loud and pushed him away.
So the majestic tiny Dragon Darcy settled in at Longbourn, welcoming Elizabeth home after her hard day at work. He was handy in domestic chores like cooking, washing, repairing the plumbing and many more. He also became her confidante, offering her views and opinions on topics ranging from climate change, power struggles to the annoyance of her mother.
“What did Mrs. Bennet do this time?” Dragon Darcy greeted the Colonel. He could see that her eyes were flashing with frustration.
“She fixed me up with a blind date.”
“You don’t want to find a husband?”
“Colonel Collins is a toad, and I’ve suffered through two hours of his silly conversation.”
“Too slimy?”
“Stupid, like a lap dog to his commanding officer.”
“I thought obedience was a recommended quality in the army,” he argued.
“Obedience is one thing. Smoothing the senior’s ego is another.”
“Flattery gets people into better places.”
“Unfortunately, yes. And Mother said that if I don’t settle down now, I won’t find any man willing to marry me when I reach the rank of General. What a stupid notion! It’s the 30th century. A woman doesn’t need a man to make her life full anymore. I can use vibrators, or buy a man-whore robot to satisfy myself. And there are clinics, if I want children.”
“True, but the journey of falling in love and finding a soul mate is worth it,” he countered.
“What do you know about love?” she demanded.
“I know more than you might think,” he replied in a wistful tone of longing.
“Ah, your intelligent database again,” she said, and shook her head.
“Let’s forget about this slimy toad. I’ll draw you a bath.”
As Elizabeth lay in the lavender-scented bubbles, she felt the stress of the blind date and the frustration with her mother disappear. She was glad of Darcy’s attention to detail.
“Thanks, Darcy,” she said and closed her eyes.
“Don’t mention it.” He flew in and out of the water, dipping and lifting the bubbles, messing it around the bathroom and all over her hair.
“Stop it!” she protested, and laughed.
He flew near her and used his whiskers and beard to nuzzle her nose.
“Naughty!” She grabbed him by the waist, preventing him from flying off. Suddenly their eyes met, and they gazed at each other intently.
“Thank you, Darcy, for cheering me up. I love you,” she said, then pulled the dragon toward her and kissed his nose.
Suddenly, she felt the scales on Darcy’s body vibrate, and she lost her grip on the tiny dragon. Her eyes widened as she saw Dragon Darcy’s skin burst open as the foot-long dragon began to grow larger. His body elongated alarmingly, both in length and in girth.
By the time he had grown to roughly six feet, Elizabeth had scrambled out of the bath tub and plastered herself against the wall, too shocked to utter a word.
Then Darcy’s tail seemed to lose the strength to hold his bigger body aloft, and he dropped into the bubble bath with a big splash.
“Darcy, are you alright?” Elizabeth cried out and hurried to the edge of the tub.
The water stirred and whirled at high speed, and the bubbles became murky. She was preparing to dip her hands into the water in search of her pet robot when his head abruptly emerged from under the bubbles.
He shook off the water and looked at Elizabeth.
She gaped at him, astonished. Dragon Darcy was no longer a dragon.
“Elizabeth,” he said, in his normal deep voice.
“Darcy? Is this…you?”
“Yes.”
“But how could you turn into…a man?”
“I was cursed, nearly two hundred years ago.” He blinked away the water and pushed himself up from the tub. “Rather like the prince and the frog.”
“Cursed? By whom?”
“Witch Catherine de Bourgh.”
Elizabeth gaped. “Truly? Why?”
“I refused to marry her sickly daughter. I was hoping to marry for love.”
“You poor thing!” she exclaimed.
But he was not a poor thing at all. Elizabeth’s mouth still showed a tendency to hang open, for he was an exquisite specimen of a male human being. Around six feet five inches tall, he had broad shoulders, a hard six-pack, a pert butt and masculine legs, not to mention an extremely well-endowed manhood.
He also sported a beard and long hair. As he brushed the scales from his body, she couldn’t drag her gaze away from his naked form.
He stopped midway through brushing away the scales on his shaft when he caught her looking at him with sparkling eyes.
“You broke the curse when you kissed me and said that you loved me. I’m all yours from now on,” he said with a grin.
“All mine?”
“Yes. Your pet, your servant, your man-whore…and your husband, if you will have me.”
She was speechless but tempted. She licked her lips and gazed at him intensely.
Darcy took over decisively. Picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom. “I haven’t slept with a woman for two hundred years. I have a lot to catch up on, if you’re willing,” Darcy said, and with that he lowered his mouth and kissed her tenderly.
At the young age of twenty, Elizabeth had not yet slept with a man, so she was nervous. But she reminded herself that she had known him for half a year. She genuinely liked him, his arrogance, intelligence, sensitivity and all. Since he said he would be hers from now on, who was she to pass on such a chance to use him for a bit of fun?
She ran her fingers along his neck, then smoothed her palms over his shoulders and back, then down to his tightly muscled bottom. Occasionally, she still encountered a scale or two, tangible reminders to her that he had so recently been a dragon. But as Darcy trailed hot, wet kisses from her ear to her collarbone, and down to her breasts, she shivered with anticipation.
His tongue was magical. He licked and twirled around her aureole, first on one breast, then on the other, making them peak. Then his teeth gently pulled at the hardened nipples. She felt a mixture of pain and pleasure race down to the apex of her thighs.
She moaned aloud as he used his fingers to caress her nub and folds. When he pushed a finger into her core, then two, thrusting in and out, preparing her for what was to come later, she screamed to her climax within minutes.
He didn’t stop there. While her heart was still pumping fast, her inner muscles still pulsing, she felt him move lower to worship her sex with his mouth.
In an instant, she was burning again. She twisted and thrust her sensitised body to avoid his magical mouth but he held her hips to still her. His tongue lapped up her juice and pushed into her core. In between thrusts of his tongue, his lips nipped at her hidden bud, rubbing it to swollen ripeness.
Her moans became louder and louder until he drove her over the edge with his hard, clever tongue. Her body
