Fragile Dreams, Chapter 8



written by Christine

Chapter 8

Through the water, he could see her body lying at the bottom of the tub. He grabbed the chain to lift her out. I let her kill herself, he thought. Then he stopped, released the chain, turned and slid his back down the side of the tub until his butt hit the floor. It’s her choice, he thought. I guess she didn’t trust me. And why should she? I’m the offspring of her betrayer and her torturer; I wouldn’t trust me in her place. He felt tears starting to well up in his eyes.

	Suddenly there was a big splash as Isabo rose out of the water. Her head was bowed forward, but as her torso cleared the water, she whipped her head back so her hair flew up and over her head to lay on her back which she arched so her closed eyes pointed toward the ceiling. Her starved lungs gasped for air through her open mouth. While standing there, she ran her good hand from her stomach up over her breast to her neck and back down again. She was enjoying the feel of cool air on her warm, wet skin.

Luka jumped forward in start, swung around and landed again on his butt. He stared, gaping mouth, at the perfect figure standing arched back over the water with the steam rising from it like a thin fog. The water ended at the junction of her legs just at the pubic hair. Above it was shapely, but a bit skinny, hips and waist, but what really caught his eyes was her two perfect breasts. He watch her hand run up and then down her body. He gasped as he felt his manhood respond.

	Isabo heard, saw him and immediately dropped into the water again. He blushed bright red, slapped his hands onto his lap, and forced himself to look away. He sat there on the floor for a minute, breathing heavy, and trying to compose himself. When he was more under control, although the embarrassing lump in his pants refused to comply with his wishes, he started gathering up the dropped bottles. He carefully kept his back to her.

Isabo stared at the back of the boy. She had seen his responding body. She knew the effect of her body on most male humanoids. She wasn’t surprised about it but it made her uncomfortable, even scared! That's what surprised her; her own feelings! What was once a source of joy was now cause for fear. Only during her first mating had she experienced this same fear. Her father didn't approve of her first love. They were going to run away together but he did something foolish. He felt they need a place to live before they could be mated, That desire lead to him falling in league with the wrong demons. He was scammed and then killed, breaking Isabo's heart, Refusing to choose another, her father chose one for her, Her first night was terrifying but he turned out to be kind and caring. Since then she had been an openly sexual person. She wasn’t a whore who takes sex as often as possible without discrimination, but she was comfortable with her body and was not afraid to lay with a man of her choice. That was until now. Now she feared even a young boy’s hormonal reaction to her body. Being captured and treated like a sex toy with no care taken to her feelings, had changed her, maybe permanently, and she didn’t like it. She felt as scared and unsure as she was that first time. This young man has probably never even been with a woman. Suddenly she felt her body react to the thought with an overwhelming sexual desire. It was her turn to gasp at her reaction. He’s only sixteen, she chastised herself. It didn't matter; her body was choosing the boy. In heat procreation is the driving force, not morals. But what other choice do I have? She thought. Now that I’m in heat, the next time I have sex, I know I'll get pregnant. She looked at the boy’s back. Somehow Luka escaped inheriting his father’s evil, but there was no guarantee that her child would. If Luka’s father starts a child in me that is evil, like him, coupled with my powers; that child would grow up to be nearly unstoppable! I have to prevent this at any cost. I would rather have a child by this gentle and caring boy than produce the spawn of his masochistic father. Isabo moved away from the edge of the tub toward the middle. She started mentally overwriting her fear. She was preparing herself for the task of ensnaring the young man to be her next child’s sire. Luka had gathered all the bottles and returned to the tub. His penis had soften a little so he felt he could move toward her again. He quickly discovered how wrong he was when he saw her facing him, still covered with water but both breasts were floating in front of her. He dropped to his knees beside the tub using its side to hide his offending member, which sprang to attention once again within his pants. He scowled. He didn’t have this problem yesterday, even after she was more comfortable with him. “Why are you frowning?” Isabo asked him, although she knew perfectly why. He was wondering why his sexual reaction to her, completely absent yesterday, was so strong today. She knew he was being affected by the pheromones her heat was producing. “Here’s some soap and some shamp..oo,” his voice cracking on the last word. Her body floated over. Luka’s face, still flushed with embarrassment, deepened to bright red. She looked at the collection of bottles in confusion. She knew what soap was, but none of the bottles she was looking at resembled the bar soap she knew. When she didn’t take the bottles as he had hoped, so he could make a hasty retreat, he put the bottles down on the ground and picked up the cloth he had laid over the tub earlier while he was filling it. He wet the cloth again and, picking up one of the bottles of soap, squeezed the liquid into it. “Give me your arm,” he said. Isabo gave it to him. He rubbed the soapy cloth on her arm and the foam built up as the dirt wiped off. He then handed the cloth and the bottle to her and turned to leave.

	“Will you wash my hair and back?” Isabo said. She intended to keep him there. She turned her back closer to him without turning fully. She heard him groan as he turned back. He grabbed the shampoo and applied it liberally to her hair. He was massaging it in when she began washing herself. She was washing her breasts when she felt him pause. She ignored it and preceded washing down her body until she reached her crouch where she too paused for control. Then she lifted and washed each leg.

“I can’t do it!” Luka cried out as he turned and rose. He got all of ten steps away before he dropped to his knees. Isabo watched him and then climbed out of the tub, concerned, shampoo running down her backside from her partially washed and unrinsed hair. She didn’t expect this reaction to her very mild teasing. She walked over to him and touched his cheek. Luka cried out and stained his pants but not with urine. “Stay away from me!” he shouted as he sprang forward away from her. “I want you so bad right now, I can’t control myself. I don’t want to hurt you, ever.” “Luka, It’s alright…” “No! It’s not!” He shouted back as he rolled into a ball next to the wall. “I don’t want to be like him,” he sobbed. Isabo, regretting now that she had teased him at all, knelt on the floor in front of his shaking, drawn up body. “Luka…” What have I done to him? I have to tell him the truth. Luka was in the fetal position with his back against the wall. Isabo could hear his weeping. He threw up a shaking arm, “Please, stay back.” She grabbed that arm and held it fast as he tried to yank it back. “Luka, listen to me. You will never be like him. This is not your fault. It’s mine. I brought this on.” He shook his head and again tried to retrieve his arm without success. “Yes, I did,” she continued. “Luka, have you ever heard about the heat cycle of male demons?” He nodded. “Well, Unicorns have a heat cycle too, but ours are different than the demon’s. Like horses, it’s the females that have a heat cycle. Our heat cycle is our fertile time. When we are not in heat, we can go up to nearly 100 years without giving birth, no matter how often we mate. But when our heat comes on, for ten years we are driven to produce as many offspring as we can. Our bodies emit a pheromone that intensifies the mating desire of any male near us, especially at the start of the cycle. Yesterday, I just felt my heat cycle starting so you were not yet affected. Usually I know weeks ahead of time but here I was so boxed up within myself that I didn’t realize the changes in my body until you came.” She released his arm and dropped her forehead into her left hand. “I’m sorry Luka,” she sobbed, “I didn’t mean to cause you such anguish. I should have known better. Your father leaves deep scars by his actions. I’m not the only victim; I know he’s hurt you too. Normally I would have never done anything like this to you, but I’m desperate.” She looked up at him. She saw his eyes and looked into them with all her feelings exposed. “I need your help, Luka,” she pleaded. “My help? Why? How?” he asked. He was relieved to know he wasn’t going mad, but he still didn’t really understand. “I will become pregnant. Over this I have no control,” she said staring at the hands she dropped into her lap. Then, totally irrelevant to the situation, she moved her right fingers, no pain! She then bent her arm. Then she moved her upper arm and shoulder. It was stiff but the broken bone and shoulder were healed. She wiped at her eyes pretending it was the soap that was getting into them. She rose, “It’s your decision, I won’t force you, but I want my child to be yours, not his.” She turned and walked back to the tub. She climbed over the edge and sunk under the water.