Chapter 30 Roxi #2
Using his first name was a final backup measure to get him to open up.
Aera didn’t want to use it, but I know she’s desperate.
I would be too if I were the key to the rebellion’s best defense system.
But I’m not. And we specifically made sure that no Creator or anyone with any title was ever of the ancestors who built the weapon.
They had to be guarded, but in secret, not with a target painted on their backs like we have.
Toryn Crezlith looks down, then closes his eyes. “They want to capture you and put you in a cell that essentially takes your body apart one piece at a time until it unlocks the code, the tracker, whatever. I have seen them use it. I couldn’t bear that for you.”
She clutches her necklace and hurries out of the room.
“Aera!” When she doesn’t stop, Toryn sighs, growls, and looks up like he’s done with life.
“Obsidian, would you please unstrap our patient and return him to a regular cell?” I ask.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I step outside while Obsidian peels Toryn’s weak body out of his seat and escorts him down the hallway with a hand to the back of his neck. “Try anything, and I turn all my shards against you. You’ll sever your own head.”
“I know. I saw what you did to Gesylin when you captured us,” Toryn mumbles.
“You okay?” I ask Aera.
She nods. “I expected about as much from him and from the empire. It’s just different hearing it and fears becoming reality, you know?”
“Yeah. Well, you two go get some rest. We’ll handle things from here.”
Aera folds herself into Evo’s arms, and he escorts her to the transport that will take them back to Aegis.
Obsidian closes the door to Crezlith’s cell. The hallways have only periodic Titans monitoring our mix of CSP and Solcrue-occupied cells now that they have all been sorted through for the helpful ones and those that refuse to cooperate.
Creator Roxi>>Navi: How is our ETA looking?
Navi>>Creator Roxi: About two hours to Desolation.
I click back twice as I meet up with Obsidian. He turns around, grabs me by the hips, and presses me against the door to Joey’s cell. Obsidian grinds into me.
Joey groans beyond the glass. It’s a faint noise, almost undetectable with the door and the shield operational. Obsidian’s eyes smile with dark delight as he kisses me and then waggles his brows at Joey.
“I am going to wreck this gorgeous body,” Obsidian rumbles as he trails kisses down my throat. “Taste every inch of your skin, and make sure you know that I willingly serve you.”
I chuckle. “Biggest…”
Joey whines, “Oh, come on!”
“Orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Uuugh!” Joey, his face bloodied, thanks to Evo, flops down on his bed.
Obsidian binds me to him. “You don’t deserve to see her beautiful naked body, anyway.”
I bury my nose against his neck and savor the slightly sweet metallic scent of Obsidian as he carries me to our room on Ravenger.
We get a whistle from Relic Tumble and a dirty remark from Rogue Omen, a similarly dark unit to Obsidian, who place themselves on guard outside Joey and Toryn’s cells as we leave.
Once the door to our room is shut, Obsidian presses me against the wall, holding us in place by the sheer pressure of his hips against mine. He frantically unbuckles his weapons harness and flings it aside, rips off his top, and then unzips my coveralls.
His virile muscles dance as he pulls my shirt over my shoulders, tears my bra off, and suckles one breast while massaging the other, then kissing me everywhere.
Obsidian’s synthflesh glides over mine with such smoothness that if I had met him in this body, I would never have thought he could shatter.
He sets my feet down, eases the suit and my panties over my hips, then slips my boots and feet free, and picks me up again.
Obsidian is all flexing muscle and feverish lust as he unclips his belt and unzips his front, but doesn’t waste the time to kick his pants off before freeing his shaft and guiding it into me.
“I’m sorry,” he rasps. “I just need to be inside you.”
The pressure of him filling me, the way he stretches my pussy as he pushes inside, makes fresh nectar drip down his shaft. My core heats as he penetrates me.
“Oh,” he rasps and shivers like he’s never felt so good in all his operation. Obsidian braces my neck with a hand and glides his thumb over my jaw. His eyes roll shut, and a hot breath leaves him. “How do you do this to me? How can you make me feel this good when I am just a machine?”
My pulse thumps through my body and around his shaft, tightening my core as he forces himself inside.
Obsidian doesn’t find my deepest parts, not like I want…
need. He withdraws, slicked with my wetness and buries himself again, harder, faster, deeper.
It is a strain to take him, but the sweet agony is oddly addicting.
His firm chest rakes over my nipples with every pump. His strong hands glide down my body, lighting it on fire with their heat and the way his fingers dig in and bind me tighter to him.
Obsidian carries me to the bed. He lays me back, frees himself, then gives my pussy a long, searing lick. “Mmm, so that’s what we taste like.”
He crawls over me and buries himself in me again. Obsidian wets his thumb with a lick and massages my clit, evoking a pleasant tingle between my hips. I tense around his engorged shaft. Obsidian chuckles, rubs my nub again, and gets another clench out of me. “Ooh, I like that.”
I’m desperate for more of him and dig my heels into his ass. “Don’t play with me. I need you.”
He snickers, withdraws, and licks my opening again.
“Obsidian…” I whine.
He flips me over, draws my hips back, and just barely touches my pussy with his heated cock. “Say it again.”
“I need you.” He’s tormenting me with just a taste of his swollen tip. “Please.”
Obsidian eases in a little further. “Here?”
I wiggle my hips, begging for more, for him to ease this maddening longing.
His shaft slides in deeper, but still doesn’t reach the end. And I desperately want to feel that pressure, the way his seed pumps into my core, and how he warms my cold heart from the inside out.
Obsidian chuckles darkly as he pushes in with agonizing slowness. The tightness of our bonding evokes an exquisite pleasure that makes my heart beat faster.
His shaft swells. “Almost there, gorgeous.”
He grabs my thighs, spreads my legs, and tilts my hips. When he thrusts inside, he hits deep. His firm balls swing forward and slap my clit. I lose my sense of reality amid glinting fragments and white-hot stars as my body rides a rush of ecstasy.
“Ooh, fuck. So tight.” Obsidian pumps harder and faster, thrusting me over the edge. His heat pours into my core, sending fresh waves of euphoria through my hips.
He pants and gasps my name. I am a dripping, shuddering, speechless mess as he leans over, draws my back to his chest, and pumps until his body is calm.
The arms that straddle mine on the bed lighten to a softer gray, and I know Fracture is with me again. When he eases himself out of me, I feel his hot nanoseed gush from my pussy.
Fracture turns me over on the bed, shifts me to the middle, and licks me clean. When he’s done, he covers me with a blanket and curls up around me.
“I don’t know why you love me,” he says as he holds me close.
“Because you do not see being broken as a bad thing.” I summon his eyes to mine. “And because you make even the most shattered pieces of my heart feel loved.”
Fracture kisses me gently, tenderly, and with only the kind of gratitude and deep love a soul that has teetered on the edge of annihilation can give. “Your pieces fit perfectly with mine. And I’m never letting go of them again.”
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