Chương 19: The Shape He Kept

It was snowing again. Little specks of white clung to the window, pale against the dark night, slowly melting into droplets that traced lines across the glass. The fire was almost out, but its warmth had seeped into the room and made it feel like home should always feel. Warm, cozy, right. And Nadia was making little shapes on my chest with her fingers, while Nero chased imaginary enemies across the floor near us. We were both watching him like he was more interesting than any TV show, and he was.

It all felt right.

"Hey, my prince," Nadia said, looking at me with eyes full of love and devotion. I cupped her face and kissed her.

"Yes, princess?" She blushed at being called that.

"I made up my mind." Her blush slowly subsided, replaced by determination.

"I want the repaired life ability. Just like we planned it, and no more." I nodded, understanding what she meant by that. Her eyes were a little misty, and there was a slight tremor in her voice, and I knew that my next words would have weight.

"You are so brave, Nadia mine. My good girl." She made a little noise at that.

"I'll set my swarm to work on it, then," I said as my eyes unfocused and I concentrated. As I worked on her ability, separating the mutation from the rest and leaving the life-core intact while I slowly picked apart only the corruption and broken controls that needed to be remade, improved, and changed, Nadia barely moved. She kept drawing circles on my shirt, but the rest of her body was frozen in place, locked in expectation and almost a reverent fear.

"It's underway," I told her a while later. The embers were ash now, the fireplace cold.

"Integrate and grow are working through it now." She drew a deep breath, burrowing into me in search of warmth, solidity.

"This is it, then. The moment of no return," she said.

"It will take a while," I said.

"Yeah," she replied, still distracted, before her eyes refocused on mine and she licked her lips.

"I know just the thing we could do while we wait." Without waiting for me to reply, she sprang to her feet and began to drag me to the stairs.

"Come on! It's cold here, I want to bury myself in your warm, cozy bed and smell your scent in the covers." We tumbled into bed, wrapped in the heavy winter sheets, with her clinging to me like she was trying to sap all the heat I had to offer, shivering when her legs strayed too far from me and wandered into a cold corner of the bed. She was scalding, though. Of the two, she was my little space heater, even if she acted like I was.

Nadia's breath was warm and humid as she trailed little kisses on my arm, going higher and higher towards my shoulder. When she reached it, she skipped it entirely and went straight to my neck.

"I love you," she said huskily.

"All you are doing for me… you're special, Adrian."

"You are too," I told her, letting her kiss me a couple more times before I grabbed her hair and gently redirected her face so that our lips could meet. She moaned a little before we even touched, shivering in pleasure when my nails lightly brushed against her scalp.

"Do that again," she said breathlessly after we separated. My fingers curled into her hair and she mumbled something I could not understand. Or I could guess, something like "Ssshgoodyesss." Hands began to roam. She let me touch more of herself, unclasping her bra and letting me feel her modest, perfect little breasts. A little nibble on her nipple made her whisper my name. Another had her frantically try to remove all my clothes, while wiggling out of hers.

We were pressed together too close, our lips trying to merge while our tongues wrestled and played and licked each other's mouths. Her breath was liquid honey, ragged and panting with desire. My erection was almost painful, and it was a relief when she finally freed my cock from the tight restrictions my clothes had become. Still under the sheets, a cocoon of warmth and naked bodies, slight sweat on our skin making any point of contact an erotic massage, she grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy.

I massaged her, and she stroked me with increasing urgency, meeting and exceeding my own pace, each of us trying to outrace the other. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. When she kissed me again, her voice was pleading.

"More," she begged.

"I want the real thing." I took her hand, the one stroking my cock, in mine and removed it from there. She stared at me with a light pout and a frown, but I kissed her, then began to suck on her tits while my other hand still massaged her pussy. Palm on the clit, small circles, her little moans telling me all I needed to know. Occasionally, a finger or two would slip inside, finger-fucking her until she begged for more, then returning to her clit.

She was getting close, and I increased my pace as her moans rose in frequency and intensity, her back arched and her hips bucked into my hand. When she came, she shivered and unspooled like a spring finally allowed to relax, melting into the bed under me.

"Meanie," she muttered, staring at my cock.

"Now I'm even more horny."

"And you are getting it, no worries about that," I said, reaching into the first drawer of the nightstand and retrieving a condom. She watched me put it on with a small pout but said nothing, her expression soon turning sultry with desire, teeth biting her lower lip as her eyes tracked my every movement before settling on my cock.

"Put it in, please," she said. I obliged, but slowly and tenderly, lowering myself onto her while my arms snaked around her back, between her and the mattress, enfolding her in an embrace of love and lust and passion and desire. She gasped when I bottomed out, fully in, her own arms seeking my back and her nails scratching at me.

"So full," she moaned. I pulled out a little and then went back in, all the way to the hilt. Slow, sensual, holding her tight but taking care not to put all my weight on her. Then again. And again. Each time a bit faster, our breaths getting shorter and more heated, our bodies soon slapping against each other. And then she said the magic words, "I'm close, you can come whenever you want, Adrian," whispered in my ear as she nibbled at my lobe and drew red streaks on the skin of my back with her nails.

It pushed me so much closer to my own climax, and then:"Let's come together, Adrian. Flood me with your seed." It was just dirty talk, of course. We had protection. But it did the trick. My mind thought about filling her up, claiming every inch of her with my fluids, and I came, exploding inside of her as my legs gave out and I buried myself to the base, feeling the slight pressure that told me I'd have filled her up to the brim if not for the thin layer of latex between us.

My cock twitched with each spurt of cum, and the legs Nadia had locked around me made sure she would feel each and every pulsation as deep as she could.

"God, Adrian, you feel so fucking good," she moaned. We stayed there, and in the afterglow of our coupling, I felt the nanite swarm finally work through the last changes to Nadia's power. It settled into an idle hum around the finished ability, waiting for the last word. Bestow. I kissed Nadia, letting her nuzzle into me. She was my woman, my love, my Nadia now. And so I told her that, even as my softening cock was still inside her.

I only took a moment to clean up, make sure nothing unplanned happened, and then was back to her side.

"It's so cold when you aren't here," she said.

"Let me be your warmth, then." I pulled her closer.

"The rebuild is done, love. It's ready if you want."

"Now?"

"Now," I repeated. She giggled.

"It feels right, actually," she said.

"I'm already the happiest girl in the world. Who am I to say no?"

"That's right," I said.

"Close your eyes, I want you to feel it." She did, like a good girl, and seeing her so obedient made me replay the night in my head and sort of awakened something in me. But now was not the time. I touched her. Violet light spilled over both her hands as the repaired ability passed into her, and the swarm finally sank into dormancy. She shivered and gasped. Then her eyes shot open, the echo of the violet glow in them fading.

"Adrian," she breathed, staring at the light dancing over her fingers.

"You gave me back who I am. You made me whole again." She threw herself at me, toppling me so that we were hugging and kissing and she was literally dry-humping me, lying backwards on the bed. I pried her off but she was like glue, kissing my chest, licking my sweat and then my nipples and—oh God, I never thought they were so sensitive. Then down to my cock, taking it all in her mouth, cleaning it up from all our mixed fluids and getting it hard again, and not stopping until she had what she wanted.

I tried to talk, to stop her, but she shushed me and begged me to let her do it. It wasn't payment or anything, she said. I should never think those things with her again.

This was her, so happy it made her horny, and only horny because she was happy with me, because I was the only man she'd ever be with or love from now until the day she died, and she was dying to feel my seed in her mouth, and she really wanted this, and she was begging, pleading with me, please let her do it, she'd do anything to make me happy, and she really, really needed my cock in her mouth and my seed in her belly, and if it wasn't going to be in her womb, then this was the next best thing, and please, Adrian, let me do it, please, I beg you, don't order me to stop, but I will if you do, but please…

and I didn't tell her to stop, and she was sucking me so hard and fast, and she had learned all the right moves, and I exploded in her, and she took it all in, swallowing before she settled back against me, still backwards on the bed. I kissed her.

"Happy?"

"Very," she purred. I scratched her back and hair, feeling her vibration like a car purring. Whole, she'd called herself. But was she, really? Could she be whole without the mutation, without the face and body she had worn for eight years? I didn't know. More importantly, it wasn't my call to make. Inside me, the other fragment of her power remained. The one I had not bestowed on her, the one carrying her mutation and her elfin, fae looks. She didn't know I had kept it.

She'd told me she didn't want it, and I had obeyed: I hadn't given it back. But destroying it would erase that exact shape forever. That was another decision I couldn't make for her. Keeping her option alive was the least I could do. Now my nanite swarm felt full, clogged, and it would feel this way for as long as I carried this little fragment of her inside. My only foreign slot, occupied until she chose what to do with it. And you know what? I didn't care one bit.