We had talked a lot but I must admit I did not notice anything special about her beforehand. When I think about it, yes her movements seemed a little stiff, but who wouldn't be after standing in the cold winter air for hours? Things started to get clearer as we got to her appartment building.

"Would you mind turning around just a second?" She asked kindly, her green eyes staring in mine.

"Sure." And so I did.

She entered a pin on the automatic lock of the door leading inside and it unlocked with a resounding *click*. When I looked at her again, she lead me inside and up a flight of stairs.

"The elevator's broken. That means more work for me but I don't really mind."

I wasn't sure what she meant. "More work?" I asked.

She did not answer. Her appartment was pin-locked just like the entrance to the building, as were all the other doors on the floor, it seemed. No physical key was needed to access the block, something I had never seen before in the city.

I took off my boots on the doorstep and hung my coat on a nearby hook and, seeing she wasn't taking off hers, politely offered her some help and she accepted. I unzipped her coat while drowning in the lime green of her eyes. She smirked and turned around while I slid her coat off her shoulders and unveiled what had been so obvious from the beggining.

Her arms were visible through the loose mesh of her sweater. Right below her elbows, her flesh disappeared inside prosthetics. When she moved her arms, they acted as an extention of her body. Her movements were just as stiff as they were the entire evening but, without her coat on, the reason was pretty self-explanatory. The plastic hands, revealed when she shook off her gloves, didn't seem to be articulated. The whole thing was strapped around her elbows and shoulders thanks to a set of thin leather straps.

"Now we have two options." She put her arms around my neck, our lips brushing together as she spoke. "Either you lift me out of those boots or you go take a nap while I struggle my way out of them."

I reached in for a kiss and met no resistance. Her skin still smelled like the cold winter air and the smoke from the fire mixed with a pinch of sweat from the newly found heat of her appartment. My hands touched her waist and she secured her arms around me, sticking her pierced tongue deep inside my mouth. I could feel it with my own as they intertwined together while our bodies heated up. I put a foot on each of her boots and pressed her against my chest before lifting her into the air. There was a suction noise and some resistance but after a few seconds, I slowly felt her leave the rubber of the boots only to be caught with another surprise. I should've seen this one coming, too. Just like her arms, her legs didn't extend all the way through, but stopped midway through her calves. Soft plastic covered the stumps of her legs and from each of them protruded a metal rod that probably fit in a foot inside the boot. Free from her footwear, she wrapped her incomplete legs around my waist and I carried her around to her bedroom, breaking our kiss so I could take a look at her face again.

I dropped her on the bed and reached for her legs. Just like socks, I peeled off the prosthetic from her calves and set free her scarless stumps. Their ends were smooth as if her flesh and bones had been magically sanded off. When she anchored them to the bed and lifted her ass off the sheets, I put my hands on her hips and delicately slid her pants down and threw them in a corner of the room. She raised her arms and I took her sweater off. Then, I removed the leather straps from her shoulders and plucked the prostetics from her arms. They were a bit longer than I expected, only a few inches of flesh less than where her wrists would have been. Like her legs, they bore no scar, which probably meant she had been born like this. When I began unbuttoning my own jeans, she pushed my hands away with her stumps and reached in to do it herself. Standing up on her knees, she pressed her arms together to grab the denim and, with a quick twist, managed to undo them. She unzipped the rest using her teeth and squeezed her arms between the fabric and my skin to pull them down to my knees, her cheek stroking my erection in the process. While I shook my pants off, she slid her arms beneath my shirt and yanked it off my shoulders. I did the same to her sleeveless top.

"Come on", she said biting her lip. "I'm all yours."

She laid back on her elbows and extended her legs. I took off the clothes that remained on our bodies and leaned in for another kiss, tasting her breath and feeling the nail in her tongue. Her arms ran across my chest and on my back, the soft skin of her stumps offering her no grasp on my hair or nails to dig into my back. I grabbed her ass and ran my hand down her thigh and to the end of her leg. It was firm. Supporting my upper body with an elbow, I brought my hand up again to her small breasts and felt their hardened nipples between my fingers. She repressed a moan and lifted her body to press it against mine, jabbing her arms in my back right below my shoulder blades. I lowered myself so she could lay on her back again and she brought her stumps to my face, breaking our kiss and staring into my soul. I slowly reached for her right arm resting on my cheek, as if to take her hand, and a jolt of electricity ran through my whole body. I couldn't believe how soft her skin was. If her biceps seemed to be normal in size, her forearms got narrower as they neared her stumps. The lack of muscles and bones usually meant for controling hands was missing from her anatomy which made it look and feel completely different. The foreign nature of her body was so exquisite, so unique, so distinct it was actually shaking the foundations of my entire being. I caressed it gently with my thumb.

A feeling began to rise in my head. More than just the desire of our bodies united in sex, more than the contact of her skin against mine. A desire to protect her. That's also why I like girls smaller than me, because I can become an impenetrable fortress around them, never to be breached by intruders. With her condition, this emotion only grew bigger. If I wanted, I could've raped her to no end and do whatever I felt like doing because she had barely anything to defend herself. She couldn't run away or even grab a knife to stab me. She surrendered her incomplete body to me and I could do to her whatever the hell I desired. But instead, I just wanted to make her safe.


She whispered in my ear : "You can close your eyes if you want, I'd understand." 

She began to withdraw her arm from my hand, but I captured it again yearningly. I kissed her once.

"It's all the contrary, my dear."


I had been hard for the last 45 minutes, so lowered myself and penetrated her. She moaned as I filled her with my flesh, and lowered my head down to meet her lips once again. She undulated under every one of my thrusts, getting everything out of each of my moves. 

"Hold on." I said under my breath.

Following my lead, she wrapped her limbs around my waist and neck and I rose on my knees, sitting her on my dick. With each breath and each bounce, she whimpered softly, her arms laying on my shoulders. I held her at the waist and she angled herself away from me, bringing her arms to her breasts. She caressed her nipples using her stumps, slowly circling around her areolas with her eyes closed while biting her lower lip. She removed locks of hair from her face and pinched her nipples by bringing her stumps together again. She then cupped her breasts in her elbow pits, lifted them up and squeezed them between her forearms and biceps. Even without hands, she still managed to find ways to be sexy and desirable. She rocked her hips from side to side, pushing down on the bed with her brief legs. There, she gasped and squirmed following a particularly rough pelvic thrust on my part. Her arms fell down on her sides, their ends still pointed upwards. I picked them up to hook them around my neck once more and reached to massage her breasts myself. She shuddered and her arms slipped off, forcing me to follow her back down on the bed as she fell backwards.

"What did I tell you?" I jokingly asked her.

She answered between her teeth : "Shut up and fuck me."

I grabbed her tight and lifted her off the bed. Her calves were once again securing her against me and I pushed her into a wall. She gasped because of how cold it was.

She shivered and warmed herself against the heat of my body. She was way lighter that I would've thought. All her missing flesh did one hell of a difference on how easily I could hold her against the wall and keep my pelvis pounding. I could feel the abrupt end of her legs poking in my back and her arms run on my skin, on my face or on my chest, always with the same soft feeling of skin against skin. When she started slipping away from my grasp, I dropped her on the bed and backed away to take a good look at her. 

Breathing fast, she cleared her face of tangled hair and lay on her back, holding her legs up against her chest and looking back at me. She freed one of her arms and gestured me to come closer then tapped insistently on the sheets. She traced a circle in the air with her stump, signaling us to switch places. I pushed her aside and laid on my back while I watched her move around the bed to position herself. She looked more like an animal than like a human. Without any hands to grab or feet to anchor herself, her movements were precise but clumsy, calculated but savage, mostly on all fours. She sat on the sheets, calves folded beneath her, leaned forward and put her arms on my dick. Her shoulders moved up and down along with her arms as she jerked me off the sexiest way I could've imagined. 

Finally, she climbed on top of me again and let me in one more time. Once again, she langorously carressed her breasts as her pelvis danced on top of me. Overwhelmed by pleasure, her breathing became erratic, her body overcome by spasms becoming stronger every second, her hips grinding against mine. She grabbed her breasts with her arms and held onto them for dear life as her body danced on me, bringing me to climax as my semen explosed inside her. Her thighs pushed her up and down, her arms slowly falling on her sides as she let out moans of pleasure, her small breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her own orgasm. When she stopped moaning, I grabbed her by the shoulders and lowered her on top on me. I kissed her lips before she snuggled her face deep in my neck. After a few minutes of stillness, I moved us to the side of the bed and rolled us over, once again standing over her. Her arms laid above her head, their ends getting lost in the mess of her hair. From this angle, you couldn't even tell that they stopped short.