“I have? I’m happy to hear that, Master,” Reuben found his voice, trying to imagine the restraints were still there. Hans stood by the wall like a statue, but his presence didn’t make the situation any less intimate.
Erik dropped the hoof to the rug and squeezed the newly freed hand. He tugged on it, gesturing for Reuben to follow him toward the bed. Reuben’s hands were usually shackled when around Erik, either cuffed to his thighs or behind his back. Only the hoof boots and the tail were keeping Reuben in his unicorn persona, but he had a feeling those were going to come off as well. The bed was making him increasingly anxious, and he slowed down even as Erik’s hands entwined with his.
His master’s brown eye blinked back at him. “You’re not in pain after the match, are you?”
“No, master. It was… his prick was thick and nubbed, but not bad,” Reuben muttered, looking down to the ground. There was no point in lying after what had happened with the female pony.
Erik smirked. “Well, you did seem to enjoy yourself,” he said, maneuvering Reuben to face the bed and pushing him on his back. It was a signal to bend over. Reuben put his hands on the mattress for balance and bent over. He spread his legs. With the hooves on, his ass arched up high.
“He scratched and bit,” Reuben confessed, but Erik’s hand on his ass was a soothing balm on his nerves. He loved being touched there, and the skillful pull on the tail made him bite his lip with pleasure.
“But would you like to be bred by him again if you had the choice?” Erik asked casually, just as the phallus left Reuben’s body empty and tender.
Reuben lowered his face to the bedding, wishing he could hide in there completely. “I suppose it was nice,” he whispered.
Erik’s warm hand brushed over his ass in a slow, soothing motion, but despite Reuben’s predictions, the nimble fingers didn’t go into the warmed-up hole. “Sit down.”
Reuben turned around and followed the order, anticipating what would happen. He swallowed. “Shouldn’t Jack undress me, Master?”
Erik’s eyes met his, but there was no doubt Erik knew what he wanted. He gestured for Reuben to raise his foot. “He does it when I want him to.”
“Why don’t you want him to?” Reuben wasn’t sure if he should cover his half-hard dick now that his hands were free.
Erik chuckled and rested Reuben’s hoof on his stomach, unbuckling it slowly. “That’s because I want to do it myself, silly thing.”
Reuben hid his smile with his hand and looked away, unsure whether he should feel so happy right now. “I thought you wanted a unicorn tonight.”
Erik massaged his somewhat cramped calf as he unfastened the boot. Only when it landed on the floor did Reuben realize just how stiff his foot was. “I already got my unicorn. Now I want something else.”
“I’m only Copper, master,” he said as Erik began unfastening the other boot, the last thing that Reuben had on. Only the white paint on his skin was left, but he believed it would chip off if they stayed on the bed.
Erik stopped for a second, as if considering that, but he quickly resumed his moves and pulled off the boot. He straightened and dropped it to the rug with a smile. “You can lie down if you want.”
Reuben pushed back on the mattress, not feeling like a unicorn anymore. He was only a man covered with white paint. “It’s a nice bed.”
Erik’s odd eyes climbed all the way up Reuben’s body, the gaze almost tangible as it caressed his feet, calves, his cock and hips, his chest. And when it passed Reuben’s throat, it felt almost as if there were strong fingers gently pressing, if only to prove a point. “It is.”
“Is there a special reason I’m here, Master?” Reuben slowly curled up with his knees touching his chin.
Erik had already placed his knee on the mattress when he stopped and gave Reuben a sober look. “Would you rather be somewhere else?”
Reuben’s breath hitched, and he couldn’t help a little smile as he looked down to his toes. “No.”
Erik’s shoulders relaxed. He climbed on the bed and under the canopy, only to lie down next to Reuben. He propped his head on his elbow and looked at Reuben, his eyes wider than usual, as if he himself was trying to figure something out.
“You want me to suck you, Master?” Reuben scratched his head, feeling like a fish out of water. Not being bound was more nerve wracking than he could have ever imagined.
“If you want to.” Erik lay his head on the pillow and brushed the back of his hand up and down Reuben’s side. It was so different to just lie with him, both of them completely naked, in a bed. As if they weren’t master and pet.
Reuben wasn’t used to making decisions. What if this was a suggestion of freedom? Maybe he’d served his purpose, reached the pinnacle of what a stallion could be, and now Erik wanted to get a new one? Reuben leaned closer and slid his arms around Erik’s waist to hug him. Funny how this man who could strike fear into criminals was so small in his arms, his shoulders so thin when compared to Reuben’s own, all bones, more delicate.
Erik reciprocated the embrace right away with a soft exhale, burying his face in Reuben’s hair. Reuben never laid with anyone like that, and it sent his heart into a frantic rhythm. He didn’t want to offend his master in any way, but Erik didn’t seem to mind anything he did. Slim hands were moving up and down Reuben’s back in the gentlest of caresses as Erik drew back and bumped his nose into Reuben’s with a slight smile. Reuben nuzzled him back, feeling happier by the second. It was as if his heart wanted to escape through his throat.
“I love you,” he whispered into Erik’s lips, watching his master’s eyes, searching them for truth. Darkness spread through the pale irises, as if his words had unleashed something in Erik that consumed the strange unevenness in his gaze. Suddenly, both eyes matched, the pitch black pupils shining as they looked into Reuben’s own.
Erik exhaled and tightened his arms around Reuben, his erection digging into Reuben’s thigh. “Since when?” he whispered.
Reuben swallowed, too nervous for words. “Since… since…” He had to take a deeper breath, because he wasn’t even sure how to pinpoint the moment it started. “I don’t know. It’s all so… you take care of me, and I can be of use to you, and you’re so handsome,” he babbled, already embarrassed at how scattered his thoughts were. “You saved my life. Took me from the Pit of the Dead.”
Erik pressed their lips together, sliding his hand into Reuben’s mane as he pulled ever closer, molding his body to Reuben’s. “You sweet, beautiful thing,” he whispered, sucking on Reuben’s bottom lip.
“I’m not sweet,” Reuben muttered. “I lied to you for so long. But it’s because I was scared.” He closed his eyes and licked Erik’s lips. The bedding was so soft, like a cloud in heaven.
Erik deepened the kiss and slowly pushed Reuben to his back, sliding their bodies together. Heat grew between them like a house fire, ready to spread and scorch the bed itself. “Never lie to me again, then.”
Reuben raised his hands to Erik’s cheeks, annoyed by how much they trembled. Erik probably only let him go because he knew what a coward Reuben was. “I’ll try not to.” He spread his thighs to accommodate his master. It felt as natural as breathing.
Erik cupped Reuben’s cheek and lay atop him, hard chest heaving against Reuben’s, cock already half-hard. Even now he was in control, and Reuben was ready to follow. “Do you want me to call you ‘Reuben’ when we’re like this?”
“Only if I can call you ‘Erik’,” Reuben whispered back, unsure of what was actually happening here. There was no doubt he liked it, though. Being like this was different from being Erik’s pony, Copper, yet still exciting as ever. This way, they could get to know each other more deeply.
Erik’s gasp shook, but he nodded, his dark eyes never leaving Reuben’s. He slowly moved his hips between Reuben’s thighs, and their cocks brushed against each other in the sweetest way possible.
“You’ll get paint all over, Erik.” Reuben smiled, feeling a silly excitem
ent at calling his master by his name. He slowly wrapped his arms around Erik’s neck.
“Master Erik? I’m not sure this is safe,” Hans’s voice came from outside their cocoon, spoiling the mood and getting Reuben embarrassed again.
Erik didn’t seem to have lost his ground though and answered his guardian with a slow exhale. “Fine. I’ll tie his hands,” he said with a kiss to Reuben’s mouth.
“I don’t mind. I understand,” Reuben said, looking into his eyes. It was unfortunate, but he understood there could never be complete trust between them, especially after Erik’s past with Chestnut. He obediently held out his wrists to his master.
Erik stared at him, his mouth half open, but eventually he shook off the stupor and reached out for the same cuffs he’d used after he’d allowed Reuben to cane him. They were soft leather, pleasant around Reuben’s wrists as he willingly submitted to Erik. He had the feeling that Erik was thinking about the night he chose to trust Chestnut too much, and all he wanted was to caress the pale scars that gave his master that permanent half-smile. He pressed a kiss to one of them as Erik attached the cuffs to the sturdy headboard.
Reuben smiled at the sight of white paint on Erik’s chest and stomach. A part of him on his master.
Erik took his time but eventually let go of Reuben’s hands and climbed down his body, massaging and kissing every bit of skin. It felt like worship, and despite Erik’s very obvious erection, his master didn’t rush things.
“Does he have to watch?” Reuben whispered, afraid to even look Hans’s way.
Erik drew in a sharp breath as he nuzzled Reuben’s cock. “Hans, out,” he commanded as his fingers found their way between Reuben’s buttocks.
Reuben gasped, not even bothering to watch Hans leave. All his focus was on Erik’s hands. It was different now that he was to have sex as Reuben, not Copper, as if they were doing it for the first time. But soon familiarity was back: he knew the smell of Erik, with or without his leathers. He knew the firmness of his touch, the roughness of his ink-stained fingers, even the softness of his lips. What was new was the long, slow finger-fucking that made him break out in sweat and thrash under Erik’s gaze, which seemed to burn through him like two pieces of scorching coal. He was so tender after the dragon fucked him that every touch felt more real.
With Hans gone, Reuben lost all shame and lifted his knees to give Erik better access. He wanted to be close, to kiss, caress and fuck all night. What he experienced as a pony was amazing, and gave him a sense of peace and freedom, not to mention being fucked in public had him coming so hard his balls ached. But once in a while it was nice to just be close to Erik in a more intimate way, to lie with him in bed and open up to this other person, who for that moment wasn’t a master but someone to hold and kiss like any other man.
Erik was careful when he entered Reuben’s tender hole, slowly filling him in a way that made them both gasp as he pushed all the way in. Erik moved his hands over Reuben’s chest, squeezing his arms, caressing them so gently. This was nothing like the encounters Reuben had before he met Erik. Or any after that. This was wholly new.
The bedding smelled of lavender and was softer than even the freshest hay. Reuben held Erik close with his legs, inviting his lover to fuck him in earnest, even though it was nothing like the way the dragon had pushed his cock in. This was two people who actually knew each other. Reuben got kisses and caresses all the way through, and even though he couldn’t expect Erik to love him the way a pet loved their master, there was care and tenderness in their coupling. Everything a horse could wish for.
Epilogue
John climbed the stairs, dying for a strong coffee. The night had been a success for Erik, but his servants were exhausted. John could only go to bed after he’d made sure all the guests had gotten into their carriages, gotten their gift bags, taken their pets with them, blah, blah, blah. So much to do, and it was all on his shoulders. Jack and Fry had disappeared before midnight, so they were possibly fucking somewhere or completely ignoring their jobs or both. John would make sure they were punished.
At least no one had tried to fuck John this time, like they had at last year’s party. Now that Erik’d discarded him like the butt of a cigarette, there was no one in the house who could live up to John’s expectations. He was so far above the uneducated, crass servants with whom he had to live. Destined for a life of solitude.
He stopped on the landing of the marble steps and put his head on the sculpted horse head newel post. He couldn’t believe Master Erik would prefer that pea-brained mongrel to him.
The sky outside was already approaching the color of ripe oranges, and John knew he wouldn’t get to sleep more than four hours. Maybe it wasn’t worth it to even lie down in bed? He could take a bath in the horse bathroom—because Copper was the only person besides Erik himself, who had access to a proper tub. Disgraceful.
But as he stood there, contemplating reading a book on ancient Egypt in a tub full of honey-infused water, there was a thud at the top of the stairs. And then another. And another.
John looked up to the round shape gaining speed as it rolled down the stairs. It left a dark trail on the stairs, but before he could get annoyed about the mess, bile rose in his throat. The shape rushed past him, hit the wall with a hollow sound and rolled right back to his feet.
It was Hans’s head.
The story will be concluded in The Copper Horse: Love
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If you enjoyed The Copper Horse: Pride, you might want to read the other books set in the Zombie Gentlemen universe
In 1887, history changed course. A new Plague turned the infected into flesh-eating monsters and bound the population to overcrowded cities. The rapid advance in technology creates opportunities for the rich, but also helps to spread new social ideas which challenge traditional Victorian morality. These are the stories of gentlemen, prostitutes, treasure hunters, soldiers and so many others who struggle to find love within the walls of a rotting city
Zombie
Gentlemen:
In His Shoes (October, 1887)
Scavengers:
July (July, 1893)
August (August, 1893)
September (September, 1893)
Eton Mess (September, 1893)
Stung (1907)
The Copper Horse (1907)
Off with Their Heads! (September, 1907)
Would you like to know what happened to the boy trapped in Honeyhill? Stung exsposes it all.
STUNG
K.A. Merikan
— If you want honey, prepare to get stung. —
October 1907, Honeyhill
Twenty years into the zombie Plague
Victor is a man of delicate sensibilities, not fit to do backbreaking labour on a farm ran by the mob. Upon arrival in Honeyhill, he decides he needs an anchor, an alliance with one of the guards, if he wants to survive. That anchor comes in the form of Crunch, a hunky ex-sailor with a pair of tight leather trousers and a ruggedly handsome face.
But from day one, Victor knows he won’t last long with the hard physical work assigned to him and the torment he suffers at the hands of a sadistic guard. He needs to run, and his new alliance might prove to be a burden instead of solace.
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