Steel And Flesh Novels & Stories

My stomach flipped when he pulled out a thick, black leather collar with a silver ring and a small remote-controlled vibrator—pink, egg-shaped, and wicked-looking. “On your knees, princess,” he ordered softly. I sank down instantly, the plush rug cushioning my legs. The sweater had fallen off one shoulder, exposing the top of my breast. He fastened the collar around my throat with deliberate care, buckling it snug. The leather was cool and stiff, a constant reminder of ownership. He gave the ring a light tug, tilting my head up. “Beautiful,” he growled. “You were made for this.” Heat flooded my face and between my legs. “Marcus… this is so wrong,” I whispered, even as my nipples hardened pai

Cornered. On Earth, Clara lay down slowly and closed her eyes. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t pray. In the spiritual realm, a gate began to open, light and matter folding together. And Costus gave a final command. “Prepare him for mortality.”

The smell hit us before the sight did—iron and oil, mingled with fur. Ghost swore under his breath. “What the hell…” Three wolves lay sprawled in the clearing, torn open with surgical precision. Their bodies gleamed with metal grafts under the moonlight—limbs jointed with pistons, half their skulls replaced by polished steel. One’s heart still beat faintly, powered by something not of flesh. I crouched beside it, fingers brushing a cold plate welded into living tissue. My claws flexed involuntarily. “Not scavengers. Engineers.”

Looking in the direction of the door, she realized what his lord was referring to. A large burly figure of eight feet stared at them. It was a mass of throbbing muscles. An amalgam of parts joined by a rudimentary sewing technique. It was a Golen of Flesh. A meat golem was a macabre collection of body parts from different humanoids, united in a single composite form. Its cadaverous flesh had a pale yellowish green hue. He was wearing ragged pants. He had no weapons in sight, but he didn't need them as he possessed powerful fists.

I lick eagerly, the copper tang mixing with his skin, my cock leaking onto my stomach. He shifts down, knife trailing lower, pressing the flat against my balls...teasing, threatening...before flipping it to trace my hole. 'Ever been fucked by steel?' His voice is low, dangerous. I nod, spreading my legs wider, heart pounding. He works the tip in slow, cold metal invading me, stretching just enough to burn without cutting deeper. I gasp, clenching around it, the sensation alien and intense...pain blooming into something filthy and electric.

Steel flashed in trembling hands and their armor clanked with desperation. Evelyn moved with deadly grace, every strike calculated, every motion fluid. Her claws ripped through metal and flesh, sending guards crashing to the cracked stones. Teeth sank deep, jaws crushing bone, muscles coiling and snapping like springs. The fight was raw, brutal and swift, a violent dance of shadows and fury.

The man had achieved steelification that turned his body harder than steel. It was difficult for a master like Keagan to break the man’s skin! On the other hand, a person who could achieve this state in the martial arts world was known as a ‘steel fighter’. Steel fighters were outrageously terrifying because they had skin hard as bronze and bones as hard as iron. ‘If I were to know that such a terrifying powerhouse was coming to kill Hendrick from the start, I wouldn’t have agreed to come here. ‘I’m going to get myself killed!’

Dante’s whole frame didn't just shake—it grew. The mechanical shriek of his pneumatic shoulder joints turned into a deep, organic roar that vibrated through the granite floor until the server racks on either side of the aisle began to spit their silver drive-trays like teeth. The iron casting of his chest didn't break; it melted, the black metal running down his ribs like hot wax to reveal a new, thicker layer of dark, iridescent fur that didn't look like wolf skin at all. It looked like the skin of a deep-sea predator, smooth, ribless, and swallowing the red laser-sights of the enforcers until the dots disappeared into his hide without leaving a heat trace.

Swinging its steel limbs, it lunged at Adrian, casting a looming shadow over the human before it. Upon seeing this, Adrian smirked disdainfully. He threw a powerful punch, shattering the air around him. The clash between his fist of flesh and blood and the cold steel limbs of the mechanical spider sent shockwaves through the air, making leaves flutter. With a dull clang, the supposedly indestructible steel limbs of the spider twisted and bent, leaving a noticeable dent. Ivory, utterly bewildered, exclaimed, "This is impossible? This material is state-of-the-art, over two hundred times harder than ordinary steel!"

Jesse gasped as Marcus tugged off his shirt, revealing a scarred, muscular chest. “You’re lucky it’s the apocalypse,” Marcus muttered, leaning down to bite at Jesse’s collarbone. “Otherwise, I’d have high standards.” Jesse cackled, then moaned as hot lips traced a path down his chest. “Shut up, I bet this is the first time you’ve even touched another man.” “Nope.” Marcus scuffed, his tongue flicking over Jesse’s nipple. “Second.” Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?”