Chapter 9 Syko
SYKO
Idon’t trust anybody or anything. I have no reason to trust this little scrap of tasty prey.
But she gave me access to her mind. Her intentions. Past, present, future. She might not have intended to reveal so much, but that only gave me more inclination to believe her story.
Her blood burned a path straight to my gut, which had a not insignificant impact on my decision. I might rail at myself for being a fool later if—when—she betrayed me, but for now, I didn’t taste any subterfuge or misdirection.
I saw her sitting at a screen, looking at the specimens on this ship. Giving me access to their weaponry and programming. Excellent.
Settling on my file. Me. Of fifteen. Easily the most dangerous and uncontrollable experiment.
She wanted a squad like her friend.
I didn’t have a squad. But I could make one from the rejects in this program. Especially if that meant we were successful in escaping.
Her shock reverberated through the tenuous grid her rebel cells initiated. :You can’t trust him. He’ll never let you go.:
Maybe I was completely insane after being imprisoned so long.
Too desperate for something real. A voice.
A touch. Let alone whatever this little female might be.
But I allowed the connection to strengthen, even adding my own reinforcements to this private grid.
I knew all too well DSC’s tricks. Her cells could learn a thing or two from this BGR++.
They couldn’t discover that her rebel cells had infiltrated my programming, or they’d eliminate us before we could accomplish our goal.
:He’ll never let us go,: I corrected. :Which is why we need to play along for now.:
Indeed, now that I knew DSC’s reason for dropping her into my cell, I could smell the lure in her scent.
Her blood perfumed the air. Her delicate skin a soft torment against my scales.
Hungers fought for supremacy inside me. Taste.
Touch. Every inch. Inhale her scent until I couldn’t smell anything else.
Until the stink of tungsten no longer grated my sensors.
Though the reality of our species’ differences would be nearly impossible to overcome.
Even the touch of my tongue was painful for her.
The tenuous grid betrayed the rough sensation it gave her.
I’d barely handled her, and she already bled.
Granted, I hadn’t tried to touch her without harm, but clearly it’d be incredibly easy to damage her.
I didn’t deem it a serious injury, but I wasn’t a medic.
My programming didn’t include Earth biology or anatomy diagrams.
Even the data she supplied of her friend was insufficient. Evidently, it was possible for a human female and dynos to breed, but the how escaped me.
And the longer I breathed her scent…
The less I cared about the impossibilities and the daunting size differences in our bodies.
Instinct insisted I taste her despite the excruciating sensation my tongue gave her.
At least it wasn’t sharp enough to injure her.
I resisted the urge to probe at the scrapes again.
She didn’t need to continue to bleed. I dragged my tongue down her legs.
Over her curves. Listening to the sounds she made.
The tiny gasps of shock. A squeal as I licked the soles of her delicate little feet.
Sadly, no claws to be found. No scales or shell or weaponry.
Nothing to protect such a soft little body.
I turned her over and examined her from nape to heels again. Tickling the delicate ridges of her spine. Tasting the crevice of her buttocks. She squirmed and tried to get away for the first time.
Telling me exactly what I needed to know.
I flipped her again, pinning her against the wall.
Using my tail to force her thighs apart so I could taste the hollow between her legs.
Tiny openings concealed inside soft, pink flesh.
Barely large enough for the tip of my tongue to explore.
The taste of her secretions was indescribable.
I couldn’t help but push deeper, determined to taste more of the intoxicating fluid.
Though I had never even encountered a female dynos, my DNA carried memories of mating.
Males in rut released temporin, carrying chemicals to entice a female for breeding.
Perhaps her kind did the same. The taste of her sex captured all my attention. Driving me insane.
Starvation of a different kind consumed me. My slit opened, allowing my aching cock to distend and swell, already leaking my fluids.
The urge to cover her with my scent made me grunt, releasing a flood of thick semen. It splashed on my thighs and spilled onto the floor, still dripping from my body. My unique scent, imprinted with chemicals to tie a mate to me forever. Addict her to my taste. My scent.
Though at this rate, I’d drown her.
And then kill her by trying to shove a cock this size inside her.
I dragged her over my thighs, smearing her with my scent. A start. But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to be inside her, flooding her. Filling her with cum. Until she couldn’t hold any more.
Which meant I’d have to shift.
Shuddering, I clashed my teeth together, trying to find another way. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her opening, though I knew it was too large. At least some of my cum went inside her. She struggled in my hold, terror making her frantic. A monster ravaging her. Trying to fuck her.
Yet I couldn’t stop. Not with her taste on my tongue and my seed dripping.
:MINE.:
HOLLY
I’m going to die.
I thought the worst thing he could do was eat me. It hadn’t dawned on me that he might try to fuck me first while still his BGR++ beast.
Terror sliced through me more viciously than his teeth and claws.
I fought. Slamming my fists against his broad chest. Struggling to climb up.
Fling myself away. Sacrifice some skin, blood, hell, a limb.
Anything to get away before he could thrust that monstrously huge dick inside me.
I could feel him pressing against my pussy. Too big. Pressure. No way.
This can’t be happening.
Ironically, a wave of fury jolted me. Natalie never told me it’d be like this.
Fuck. How did she survive this?
Even worse, Snyder had to be watching. Recording everything. I bit my lip, trying to silence my screams and pleas. I didn’t want him listening. Playing it back for some kind of sick enjoyment.
The BGR++’s chest shuddered against me, scales abrading my breasts.
If I wasn’t so scared of being impaled and torn apart, I might have enjoyed the sensation.
My hair clung to my face. Wet. Globs of saliva dripped from his gaping jaws.
A waterfall of slime. The burning odor of predator intensified.
Liquid heat spurted up into my vagina, so hot I could feel it coating my insides.
He’s already coming inside of me.
Maybe it was shock. Or just the introduction of his chemicals to my system. But a switch flipped in my brain. For a few moments, I went limp. It was like an out of body experience. I could observe scientifically without feeling any of my fear or pain.
Because I wasn’t feeling pain. Not really.
Yes, he held me too tightly, his claws digging into the soft meat of my arms. Uncomfortable, alarming pressure against my core, absolutely. But he wasn’t actively trying to tear me open.
Without my brain overloaded with panic, I could focus on our mental connection. Feel his emotions.
Hunger, yes. He burned with an endless thirst for flesh. Blood.
But now, he hungered for more. He feasted on what my body could offer instead.
Through our tenuous connection, I felt his internal struggle to control himself. Fighting his instincts. A mating urge he never expected to indulge in a million years. Still suspicious of anything DSC had to offer. Even me. Though the more he touched and tasted and felt…
The more he wanted.
His entire body quivered and strained with the effort to control himself. No, it was more than that. Breathing hard, he willed his entire being to coerce the beast into surrender, even with a tasty meal in its grasp. No small effort.
Slowly, his body shrank, folding inward on itself.
Reshaping into something more humanoid. Still a giant with broad, powerful shoulders and a bullet-like head.
Platter-sized hands rather than claws, though he still gripped me too tightly.
But this shape I was more familiar with.
He held me dangling down his front, splayed over his cock.
His breathing labored, his chest heaving against me with effort. He ground out, :Even. Smaller.:
I wasn’t sure if he meant me to hear it. His body must have responded to the command just enough to let the very tip of his cock push inside me.
My eyes flared, my hands flailing desperately. I dug at his chest and shoulders, trying to climb his body to escape. But his merciless grip didn’t ease.
Growling, he twisted his hips side to side, working his way deeper.
At least his cum helped with lubrication, allowing him to slide instead of pulling my skin.
Deeper. Sounds came out of my throat. Strangling.
I couldn’t breathe. Not with so much pushed inside me. Even without any weight on top of me.
Images flashed through my brain. The tip of his dick popping out of my abdomen. My organs jammed up beneath my heart. My legs just falling apart, split open like a terrible horror movie.
His fingers splayed on the back of my head, pulling my face against his chest. I sobbed, hiccupping, clinging to him. Waiting for it be over. Or get worse.
He turned slightly, pushing my back against the wall. No, the corner. We must be in the very back of his cell. He settled on his knees, cradling me on his chest. One hand released me, shifting up to the wall over my head.
Braced, he lowered his head closer to mine, folding himself practically in half. :I’ll terminate myself once we’re free. You won’t have to endure me again.:
I jolted against him, pulling my head back, though I couldn’t see his face in the shadows. Red lights still flashed, making a halo of fire glow on the back of his head and back. :I didn’t do this so you would die. I want you to be free.:
:It’s too late.: Lightly, he rubbed his cheek against my hair. :The monster will never let you escape its grasp. We’ll get you that squad, and I’ll jump you to safety. Then it’s over. You’ll be free of me.:
My heart hurt, constricted by tumultuous emotions. Or maybe that was just his giant dick bruising me. A ragged laugh escaped, startling us both. :The monster’s not so bad.:
He snorted out a rattling growl that sent chills screeching down my spine. :A few seconds ago, you wished you were dead. I won’t be the cause of such agony again.:
:I thought you might kill me. There’s a difference.:
He didn’t seem convinced. Honestly, I wasn’t entirely convinced either.
Minutes ago, I really had thought I was dying.
Now, though, I wasn’t scared out of my mind.
He wasn’t hurting me. I had some bruises and scrapes but nothing that wouldn’t heal on its own.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say I enjoyed mating him…
A raw cough rattled his chest. :That wasn’t mating.:
I let out a little squeak. :It wasn’t?:
:That was me getting inside you. That’s it. But we haven’t mated yet. I haven’t locked inside you.:
Natalie hadn’t said anything about locking. :What’s that?:
He let out a mental pained sound. :I can’t. Think. About it. Change the subject.:
For a moment, my mind blanked. :Your name is Syko?:
:And yours is Holly.:
:They told me you didn’t have a name and only used your designation.:
:That may be what they want to believe but it’s not true for me at least. My cells know my name is Syko.
DSC had problems with me right away, so they’ll try to determine if I’m contaminated by your rebel cells.
If they discover our grid, they’ll dump me out of the airlock before I can find a way to get to you. :
:I wish I could ask Rizan how he kept their grid private.:
A frisson of something ugly thrust through my mind. Not mine. His.
Jealousy.
:He’s on Natalie’s squad,: I added quickly. :He’s a Comms specialist.:
:I don’t need to be a specialist to know how to keep our grid secure.:
Okaaaaay. :All of this is new to me. I don’t know how to make the mrions do things.:
:They’re learning from me. Trust me, if there’s one thing I specialize in, it’s keeping DSC out of my fucking head and body.:
Until me. I didn’t say it, but I could feel a lingering shadow like a giant question mark between us. Or rather a red flag. He didn’t trust me. Not that I could blame him.
:Are you calm enough for phase two?:
:That depends on what phase two entails.:
:Gravity.:
I wasn’t sure what he meant. Until he let go of my other arm.
All of my weight activated.
Pushing me down. On his cock.