Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roshini planned to fuck the grin off her cyborg’s face.
Her entire body buzzed with anticipation as they flew past Bubs’s Place.
At that point, the cyborg…Drift covered her hands with his and guided them toward, she assumed, his ship. His warmth reached out to her. A connection she’d never felt with another being flowed between them.
They navigated around rock formations. The light on the front of her mounted transport pierced a tunnel through the darkness. It seemed…intimate.
She’d fucked a lot of beings. Sex was an effective way to extract information and gain access to places she wasn’t allowed to be. But those fucks had been emotionally cold and transactional. Often she didn’t like the other beings. They were Invaders or colluding with the enemy.
Drift had killed an Invader. He might still be plotting to betray her. She wasn’t a fool. That could be a possibility. But there was the illusion at the moment that he was temporarily on her side. And that suggestion of an alliance was more than she’d had with any other fuck partner for solar cycles.
Plus, Fates, she wanted him. Her need revved louder than any engine. Her pussy was wet. Her nipples were taut.
A ship came into view.
It was…disappointing. With her cyborg’s fascination with speed, she expected a sleek warship or a rocket-like orbiter. Something sexy-looking. Something fast.
His vessel was a fuckin’ freighter. She circled it. There seemed to be extra guns installed on it. But it would handle like a stone.
She parked her mounted transport in front of its main doors, and she questioned if the few other things she thought she knew about the male were also wrong.
“I’ve deactivated the perimeter alarms remotely.” Her cyborg jumped off her machine.
He must’ve unlocked the doors remotely also. The ramp extended and the doors opened.
“Hmmm…” She grabbed a beverage container from the seat compartment and took a drink. “Want some?” She offered it to Drift.
“Save it for yourself.” He waved the container away from him. “There’s beverage on the ship. And cyborgs don’t require liquid replenishment.”
She eyed him with more suspicion. “If cyborgs don’t require liquid replenishment”—she mimicked him—“why is there beverage on your ship?”
She exchanged the container for a couple of cleaning cloths.
Doubts or not, she would still fuck him. And she wanted to scrape the engine lubricant and the other grime off her skin before doing that.
“Yum, one of the beings who packed the cargo hold, projects cyborgs meet their genetic matches on missions.” Drift’s eyes glittered with amusement. “His projection appears to have been correct.”
If the term genetic matches meant they were hot for each other, his friend Yum had been correct. She swept a covering cloth over her face.
“Let me assist you.” Her cyborg took a fabric square from her. “Does your hair require tidying, or is there a cleaning option built into its design?”
She froze in place. “What do you mean—its design?”
“I’m half machine, my female.” He glided the covering cloth down her nose. “I can detect mechanics. And your hair—” He tapped the tip of her nose, and she blinked. “—is mechanical.”
Fates. She hoped he was truly on their side.
Because it was almost impossible to deceive the male.
“I’m bald.” She lifted her chin, bracing for his reaction. He expected a female with hair. She wasn’t that female. Or anything like the being he admired. “The hair, the eyelashes, and the eyebrows are all simulated. My fingernails and toenails are simulated also. And I’m not usually orange.” Nothing much about her appearance was real. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“You’re a delight, my female.” He chuckled.
The male was amused by her deception. She gawked at him.
“No, I don’t have a problem with any of that.” Her cyborg shrugged. “Do whatever makes you emotionally functional.” He paused. “And safe.” He met her gaze. “But process that while changing your appearance might confuse other beings, it will never modify my bond with you.” He breathed deeply and his nostrils flared. “I would recognize you in any simulated form. And I’ll want you. Always.”
“Oh yeah?” She didn’t believe those too-good-to-be-real words.
“Yeah.” He snapped the cleaning cloth, refreshing it.
She’d test his statement.
Roshini pressed the release button on her hair set. It loosened. She removed the simulated hair and draped it over the grips of her mounted transport.
Then she gazed up at her cyborg.
His eyes glowed. “Yeah.” He gripped her hips and pulled her to him.
Her breath hitched. The bulge in his body armor was huge and hard, and that was blasted difficult to fake. The male was attracted to her – bald head and all.
Any doubts about getting naked with him vanished.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.” She clasped his garment-covered shoulders and swiveled her hips against him. “I don’t care that you fly a clunker.”
“The freighter is modified.” He curved his big hands under her ass and lifted her off the ground. “It flies like cruiser.”
Roshini would like to test that theory. But she’d do that later. Much later.
She had a huge, hard male to fuck now.
“Fly me like a cruiser, cyborg.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I’m your cyborg.” He grinned at her. “And you’re the pilot this planet rotation, my female.”
She was in control. That appealed to her. Greatly.
Acting on that authorization immediately, she captured his handsome face between her two palms and kissed him with all the passion in her doomed lonely soul. She held back nothing, giving him everything. Their tongues twined. The hurt-dissipating fizzing spread over her.
As she ravished his mouth, her cyborg carried her up the ramp and into the freighter. His tread was smooth. He showed no signs it caused him any strain.
The male had effortlessly conveyed the two dead Invaders, solving that problem for her easily. His strength was tremendous. And it turned her on.
He shifted to the right with her. She expected him to bring her to his sleeping chambers. But this was her speed-loving male. He carried her onto the bridge.
That was a breath-stealing act of trust. Most beings, including herself, guarded the control centers of their ships. The systems there contained intel about themselves, their voyages, their missions.
Her cyborg willingly exposed that to her.
He had either made a disastrous mistake, or he had nothing he wished to hide from her.
And she would bet her life on the latter. She suspected her warrior didn’t make many errors.
“Where do you want me?” He turned slowly, giving her a full view of the space.
The options that presented were plentiful. And exciting.
Up against a wall would be thrilling. In the padded captain’s chair with her straddling him would be comfortable.
They could try those positions later.
For their first fuck, her choice was clear.
“I want you on the console, completely naked, your big cock out and ready for me.” That image aroused her so much her inner thighs became slick.
“I’ll always be ready for you, my female.” He set her on a seat and ripped off his body armor. His hands blurred. Pieces of the protective garment flew everywhere, bouncing off walls and the floor.
She laughed. He was flatteringly eager. And that exhilarated her.
He kicked off his boots and moved toward the console.
“Wait.” She stopped him. “I want to look at you for a moment.”
“My body is yours to peruse.” He returned to stand in front of her. His muscles were defined. There wasn’t a pinch of excess flesh on him. He was hairless, other than the short-cropped black hair on his head. His skin was gray and absolutely perfect.
The bulge in his body armor hadn’t lied. His cock was huge and thick and straight.
Her mouth dried. He was everything any being could want physically.
This shift, he would be hers.
“Very nice.” She licked her lips.
His cock bobbed. He was that attuned to her actions. And that ready.
Fates. She pressed her thighs together. “You can…” She nodded toward the console.
If he didn’t move away from her quickly, she’d jump him, and all her grand plans for their first fuck would be decimated.
He plunked his bitable bare ass on the surface and reclined. The darkened main viewscreen was positioned behind him. His legs were spread. He was laid out for her viewing pleasure.
And pleasure was what she received when she looked at him.
“ Very nice.” She leisurely removed her boots, slipping her feet out of that footwear.
Her cyborg lifted his head. His gaze tracked her movements.
That fed her lust.
She rose to her feet in front of him. The tiles were cool under her soles. “I’m orange all over this planet rotation.” She pulled her top over her head with one smooth motion and tossed it to the floor.
Drift’s gray eyes flashed with white streaks of energy. His fingers twitched.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” She cupped her breasts, as though offering them to him.
“Frag yes.” He nodded.
“Tough breaks, my cyborg.” She laughed, releasing her curves. “ I’m flying this ship.”
“Have mercy on me, my female.” His voice lowered to a deep rumble.
“Oh, I’ll have mercy on you.” She was enjoying herself. He was so easy to tease. “Eventually.”
Drift groaned, but he didn’t stop watching her.
She laughed as she unfastened her bottoms. That oversized garment fell straight to the floor.
“You’re beautiful, my female.” Her cyborg gazed at her with blatant admiration.
Her lingering doubts about the attractiveness of her ailing body evaporated. She’d been sick for so long she now saw herself as weak, broken, unappealing.
But her cyborg shifted that view. He wanted her. Fervently. His rigid shaft and the bead of pre-cum that had formed on his tip attested to that truth.
And Fates, that wet her pussy.
She climbed as gracefully as she could onto the console beside him. “I have the urge to lick you all over.” Her gaze lowered. “Starting with your cock.”
“Indulge your urges, my female.” Lines etched around his lips.
“I’ll indulge that urge later.” She would have him. Multiple times. And in all ways. “I need to ride you now.”
She straddled his upper thighs. The height required to rise above his cock was too great for her to overcome. She wiggled forward until her wet pussy lips touched his base.
They both groaned at that contact.
The impact was divine. And the unrelenting feel of her male was exactly right. It hit all her most-wanting places.
She rocked against him, increasing the pressure, then taking it away, increasing the pressure, then taking it away.
His fingers folded into giant fists. His chest rose and fell. Sparks lit in his eyes.
But other than that, he didn’t move. He allowed her to take what she needed from him.
And she needed. So much. Passion wound around her, building, building, building.
She panted.
“So beautiful.” His deep voice reached far within her.
She could come now. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edges. A few brushes of her fingertips against her clit. A pinch of her nipples. A squeeze of her ass.
But she wanted more than merely his rumbling tones within her. And she wouldn’t focus on her pleasure alone. She wasn’t that selfish, that cruel.
“Lift me above you.” It irked her to have to utter that command, but she required his help to fuck him and his giant cock. Her legs weren’t long enough for her to clear his length.
“I’m lifting you above me, my female.” He had the inner strength and the confidence to follow her order. This was no weak male she was about to take inside her.
That verification curled her bare toes.
“When I give the command, I want you to slam me down on you. Fast and hard.” Her love of speed equaled his.
And she desired him too much for a leisurely fuck.
She gripped his forearms and gazed downward. “Are we aligned?” It was difficult to confirm that fact.
“We’re aligned.” His arms shook under her palms.
She frowned. “Am I too heavy for you?”
“You’re lighter than one of your mounted transport’s engines.” His lips quirked upward. “My need for you is straining my control.”
Her need for him was at that same level. She wouldn’t make either of them wait. “Lower me, my cyborg. Now.”
He drove her down onto him.
Within a heartbeat she was stuffed with rigid, unrelenting cock. The fullness was intense. It was mixed with a tinge of pain.
She gasped and dug her simulated fingernails into his skin.
“Did I damage you, my female?” Her cyborg gazed up at her with concern.
“I’m. Tough.” She had experienced a lot of hurt in her lifespan, and that past pain hadn’t held the promise of pleasure. “Await. My next. Command.”
“I’ll wait solar cycles, if that’s required.” He rubbed his rough fingertips into her hips. That erotic massage warmed her all over. “Though if I found release now, my nanocybotics would repair your damage.”
“If you find release now, I’ll ensure your damage far exceeds mine.” She wouldn’t be robbed of an orgasm, not after delaying hers for him.
“You are tough, my female.” He chuckled.
She felt his mirth through their joining. Her hold on him loosened slightly.
“Most beings wouldn’t be attracted to a tough female.” She hid that part of her when she was in her seductress personae.
“I’m not most beings. I’m your warrior.” Her cyborg was proud to have that association with her, and that boosted her confidence. “And I’m a cyborg. We value strength, the many versions of it, and the ability to survive.”
She had certainly done that.
Though her planet rotations of surviving would soon come to an end.
Roshini pushed away her thoughts of that grim future. “Lift me, my warrior.”
Drift elevated her slowly. Her pussy lips slid along the length of his shaft.
The encroaching emptiness set off a flutter of misgivings within her soul.
She didn’t want their connection to be severed. Ever.
Which was foolish because she didn’t truly know him, couldn’t trust him, had plans that didn’t include a big laughing cyborg and a doomed romantic relationship.
But when he reached his rim, stopped, and held her in place, that foolish part of her heart was relieved. She released her held breath and leaned backward slightly, gazing up at the ceiling for solutions to her problem.
Because it was a problem. Becoming emotionally attached to her cyborg or to anyone at this point in the Plan would make it more difficult to carry out.
And she had to bring it to fruition. Or more beings, innocent beings, would die.
She had to dim her fascination with the male.
Speed. She needed speed. That would take her mind off her link with him.
“Now.” She met her cyborg’s gaze.
He drove her down on him. She gasped as she collided with him.
The experience was without equal.
“Up.” She gave them no time for recovery.
“Yes.” He lifted her until only his tip was inside her.
“Now.” Her arms and legs quivered.
He slammed her down on him.
Her ass smacked against his thighs. That slight hurt fed her arousal.
She barked out orders and he obeyed them, impaling her on him again and again and again. Her pussy juices soaked his shaft. The scent of fucking filled the air.
His grunts punctuated her commands. Skin slapped against skin. She moaned. Sweat streamed between her breasts and down her spine.
He was so hard. Everywhere. There was no give in his form. He was firm muscle over metal frame, and that appealed to her. Too much.
“Faster. Harder.” The savagery of the fuck was addictive, and she wanted more. “Make me. Fly. My cyborg.”
“My pilot. My female.” He increased their pace. “My all.”
As he drove her down on his cock, he hitched his hips upward. They crashed together, and she called out his name. There was no longer any space in her brain for thoughts of the future. It was only him and her and her escalating craving for release.
They came together and fell apart, came together and fell apart.
Her inner walls closed around his shaft. Her limbs quaked.
Drift appeared as close to completion. His jaw clenched. The energy in his eyes flared.
“Need.” Fates. She didn’t know what she needed.
Her cyborg, however, did seem to know. As he propelled her down on him, he swept one of his thumbs over her clit.
She arched her back and screamed into the ceiling as she lifted off. Her male and bliss fueled her flight. She squeezed his cock.
“Yes.” He roared and drove his hips upward. His eyes went black. Cum jetted from his tip and blasted her inner walls.
Pure ecstasy hit her. She screamed again and clenched around him.
Her cyborg came a second time.
The cycle repeated again and again. She flew higher. Rapture engulfed her. He relayed more of his essence until she thought she’d crash. She felt so good, too good. Her brain couldn’t handle it. She?—
Then that turbo boost of euphoria eased and she glided.
Drift became still beneath her.
She sagged on top of him. It was a hazy, soft landing.
He wrapped his arms around her, securing her in place.
Moments passed.
Her cyborg’s eyes resumed their brilliance. His breathing leveled.
She turned her head and listened to the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart. Even that part of him was more. It was a triple beat, not a single one like hers.
And she was forced to admit to herself…their fuck had changed everything. Her connection to the male had strengthened. She felt as though he was a part of her and she was a part of him.
The fizzing inside of her had also spread. It was as though he was all around her.
The pain had vanished as it had after his kisses. That, she expected.
But it was more than that.
Her gaze met his. “I feel…well.” The pressure in her stomach had dissipated. And her energy had returned.
Cyra would have to confirm it with a scan, but Roshini knew, with a heartfelt certainty, what had happened.
The blasted cyborg had repaired her.
All her tumors were gone.