She smelled good to him and he opened his mouth, hesitant in case he somehow hurt her. She looked so delicate there. He glanced up and discovered that she watched him.
“You don’t have to do this.” Her breathing had increased.
“I want to. Just tell me if I do it wrong.”
He inched closer and allowed his tongue to test against her clit. She tensed and he licked again, learning the feel of the tender flesh. Deviant liked the way she softly moaned, urging him to continue to explore and test how she reacted. He remembered her comment about kissing so he pressed his lips around the nub of her sex and swirled his tongue across it. He liked the way she tasted.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned, urging him on.
He remembered how it felt when Venice had her mouth wrapped around him and became more aggressive, since it didn’t seem to hurt her. Her sounds of pleasure increased and she wiggled her hips, almost pulling away from his tongue. He shifted his hold on her and pinned her hips down.
His dick throbbed at the sounds of her fractured gasps and moans. He sucked a little as he licked and he was amazed that the pink, fleshy bulb stiffened as he played with it. It was almost as if she hardened the way he did when he was aroused. He continued to suck and lick at her until she cried out loudly, and he could feel her twitch against his tongue as she climaxed. The nub he’d played with eventually softened.
He pulled back a little and looked down. Her slit was soaked, the smell of her arousal stronger and even more appealing.
Venice panted and she released her legs. “That was amazing. You’re good at it.”
He rose and reached down, tearing open his pants. He freed his thick shaft and climbed up her. Venice didn’t object as he pinned her under him and gently entered her. Sheer pleasure gripped him as tightly as her wet, hot pussy did. It was the best feeling, to be inside her body.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Venice stared at him, and he started to move in deep, slow thrusts. She moaned and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wished the shirt weren’t on her, wanting to feel her bare skin against his. He just wasn’t willing to withdraw from her body and strip them both. The urge to fuck her was too strong to be denied.
He bent his legs, braced them, and pumped harder. The bed shook but no pain or fear showed in her features. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist in response.
He moved faster and the pleasure increased. A beep sounded in the background but he ignored it, not caring about anything but finding his own release—which came with brutal force. He clenched his teeth to avoid making loud noises. The strong aftermath left him trembling when he stilled on top of Venice.
Her hands stroked his back and her grip around his hips lessened. “I love feeling you inside me,” she admitted.
Deviant realized she hadn’t climaxed with him, and he tensed. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Her gaze wasn’t accusing or angry.
“You felt too good and I was selfish.”
She smiled. “You got me off first. That just amplified it when you were inside me. I have no complaints.”
The beep sounded again and she turned her gaze toward the door. Someone was in the hallway, wanting admittance. Venice looked afraid, and Deviant lifted his head.
“It will be my father. No one else visits me. I left him a message to contact me but not to come to my quarters.” He regretted having to pull out of her. He liked being buried inside her body, connected to her on such an intimate level. “Go use the cleansing unit. I’ve sweat on you. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come out.”
She moved fast for a human. He hated the fear that drove her to reach the cleaning unit quickly. He shouldn’t have told her there were seven males onboard but her being safe had been his priority. He stood and closed his pants. He touched the pad to be certain it was his father.
“Yes?”
“Were you in the cleansing unit? I was about to override the lock to enter.”
He opened the door and stared at his father. “Come in.”
The elder cyborg stepped inside and Deviant sealed the doors just in case Venice didn’t wait for him to tell her it was safe. He turned, facing his grim-featured parent.
“You were always advanced with your learning skills but I gave you twelve hours for a reason, Deviant. Why don’t you return to the station until the end of the current shift? Our females are harsh critics. Passable skills won’t do. Most of them enjoy timed, short intercourse but I’ve heard some like to test a male on endurance. You need to learn to hold your seed until they say you can release. The sex bots will help you learn that skill, but you need to spend more time with them to do that. You’re naturally born, without the same implants I have. It means you’re unable to control your body functions as well as I can.”
The slight hum of the cleansing unit being turned on sounded. Mavo, his father, startled and glanced at it. “Is it malfunctioning?”
“It’s in use.” Deviant held his father’s confused stare. “I need your help.”
“You stole a sex bot?”
“No.”
Mavo glanced at the unit, then back at Deviant. “I don’t understand.”
“She’s an Earther.”
Deviant anticipated his father would be surprised, but he hadn’t expected the male to stumble back a step. “What?”
“She’s being hunted. We made an deal. I am taking her with me and keeping her safe. In exchange, she has agreed to belong to me.”
“Hunted by whom?”
“The station owner. He contracted her to leave Earth to be his bride. She was hiding inside the brothel and approached me.”
“You helped the wife escape from him? Onto our ship?” Mavo paled.
“The marriage contract isn’t valid. He lured her into deep space with the illegal marriage contract to gain a forced sex worker.”
“You helped a slave escape?”
Deviant gave a slight nod. “I need your help smoothing things over. She is my property. I didn’t have time to contact the council to ask for permission and I doubt they would have given it. I know that was wrong, but I made the decision, regardless.”
“They wouldn’t have permitted you to take her.” Mavo seemed to get his surprise under control and blew out a deep breath. “She agreed to be your property? We don’t own Earthers on Garden anymore.”
“She’s agreed to be mine, with conditions. I don’t care what the council wants to call it but we have a verbal contract that she belongs to me.”
“What are the conditions?”
“No other males are permitted to touch her. I agreed.”
His father blinked a few times. “Other males… You are allowed to touch her?”
Deviant glanced at the bed. It was mussed from what they’d just done on it and one pillow had fallen on the floor. The other one had moved and white, feminine panties were in plain view. His father followed his stare then glanced back at him, watching him evaluate the scene.
His dad jerked his head back, openly gazing at him with amusement.
“I see. So I sent you to have sex with a sex bot and instead you brought back a real female. I don’t know if I should be impressed or outraged.”
“She needed my help, and our exchange is a good one.”
“I would say so.” Mavo stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Are you certain she’s not from Earth Government?”
“She’s not.”
“You took precautions?”
“I’ve secured the room. She can’t leave or send signals. But I believe her. She’s been modified enough that Earth doesn’t consider her a human being anymore.”
“She’s been turned into a cyborg?”
“No. She’s been given three artificial limbs and some internal work.”
Mavo frowned.
“Both of her legs and one arm were damaged in an accident, so she has replacements, along with a few internal organs and bones. Her limbs appear very real. The
work was excellent and high grade. I couldn’t tell they were replaced.” He quickly relayed what he’d learned. “Earth Government would destroy her or return her to a medical prison to harvest her rare blood type.” He went on to explain a little more.
Mavo nodded. “We have to verify her information.”
“I’m willing to allow you to have her scanned.”
“This isn’t going to be easy to justify to the council.”
“She’s mine. She’ll state to the council that she’s contracted to me, if they wish to ask.”
Mavo frowned, studying him closely. “Do you see her as someone contracted to you as property, or are you using that term to sway me into helping you?”
“She’s an individual, but her wish to be with me is relevant.” Deviant tensed, watching his father. He needed his support. “I’m unique,” he argued. “Other females haven’t wanted me. Venice does. She doesn’t see me as flawed.”
A flash of pain showed in his father’s eyes before he concealed it. “I’d like to meet her.”
“Give me a few minutes. I need to explain the situation to her.”
Mavo walked to the door. “I’ll wait outside.”
“Make sure the hallway is clear before you reenter.”
“Of course. The last thing we need is other males knowing there is a female from Earth onboard. Some would worry she’s a spy. Others would vie for her attention.”
“None will get near her,” Deviant swore.
Deviant opened and closed the door to allow his father to leave, then walked over to the cleansing unit to override the controls. It opened, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of Venice with foam melting off her nude body.
She smiled, not angry at his interruption.
“My father is waiting in the hallway and he wishes to meet you.”
She stopped the spray and began to dry. “Okay.”
“He’ll help us smooth over my bringing you to our home world.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
He detected worry in her expression. “You need to tell anyone who asks that you’ve verbally contracted to belong to me.” He reached out and brushed his thumb along her cheek. “You’re more than that to me, but we have laws in place that would allow me to keep you safe if you were considered indentured.”
“Would they kill me or something otherwise?”
“No but you wouldn’t be trusted. We are very suspicious of anyone from Earth, because the fate of our world rests on them not being able to locate our planet. Your government would attempt to destroy us again.”
“They aren’t mine anymore. So…my being your property makes me less of a threat to other cyborgs?”
“Belonging to me protects you from being interrogated or held as a prisoner. With my protection extended to you, I would take full responsibility for all of your actions.”
She peered at him with a frown. “You mean you’d be punished if I did something wrong? That doesn’t sound fair.”
“They couldn’t detain you without my permission, which I would never give.”
That answer didn’t seem to put her at ease but she nodded. “Okay. I got it.”
He turned away and walked to the wall, opening a panel. He withdrew one of his shirts and some sleeping pants. He sliced a foot of material off the bottom of the legs before handing the outfit to her. “Put this on.”
She dressed quickly and Deviant resisted smiling. His clothing was far too large for her, even with the shortened pants.
She brushed her hands down the material and held his gaze. “How do I look?”
“Very attractive.”
“I wish I had something better to wear to meet your dad. He’s going to think I’m a refugee…which I guess I am. I had to leave all my belongings on the station.”
“We’ll get you suitable clothing once we reach Garden.”
“That’s the name of your planet?”
“Yes. My father waits. Are you ready? His name is Mavo.”
She gave a sharp nod but he glimpsed a little fear in her expression.
“No one would dare do you harm, Venice. I’d defend you against anyone—and that includes my father. You’re mine to protect.”
Venice felt a little stunned at the vehemence of Deviant’s promise. It did alleviate some of her nervousness though. He touched the pad for seconds and it opened. A tall black-haired cyborg entered. His green eyes were piercing as they studied her from head to foot. The door closed behind him and he paused just inside.
“Father, this is Venice.” Deviant stepped to her side and gently curved his arm around her waist. “This is my father, Mavo.”
She smiled. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” She held out her hand, hoping the gesture wouldn’t offend him.
He stepped forward and took her offered palm, grasping it gently and shaking it twice. He didn’t release it though. Instead, he looked down and frowned. “Real or artificial?”
She remembered his voice from the brothel. Now he just wasn’t dressed like a pirate. “Real. My left one is artificial, and both of my legs.”
“May I?” He released her hand.
She offered him the left one. He took it, studying her fingers. “Amazing. Earth has really advanced medically since we left. It feels genuine.”
“It does. I can’t tell a difference from my right or left unless I get cut. It hurts but I don’t bleed on the left side. It heals really fast too.”
Venice studied Mavo. He looked too young to be Deviant’s father. She could see a resemblance though with his facial features. They had the same chin, lips, and nose. The eye colors were different and so were their skin tones. Mavo was a much lighter shade of gray. His green eyes were pretty but she preferred Deviant’s brilliant blue ones. The cyborg released her hand.
“Convince me you don’t work for Earth Government.”
Deviant answered before she could. “We discussed this, Father. Scan her body and check Earth laws. I believe her.”
Mavo frowned, switching his attention to his son. “You’re motivated to believe her. I’m worried about your safety, and that of our people.”
“I will take responsibility for her.”
“And if she is a spy?” Mavo sighed. “It could cost you your life, along with risking our entire planet. We don’t want to go to war with Earth.”
“Earth Government will kill me or put me back into the facility where they were stealing and selling my blood, if they ever get their hands on me,” Venice informed him. “They kept me there for four years, drugged up, and under the care of androids. Do you think I ever want to go back there? One full scan and they’ll know who I am and what was done to me. All this body work is illegal. I’m not a person anymore, according to Earth laws. They can order me destroyed like I’m some kind of outdated piece of machinery someone patched together out of spare parts.
“I can’t ever go back, nor do I want to. I’m also terrified of what they’ll do to my sister. She was the one who kept searching for me, despite being told I’d died. They’ll kill her if EG is ever given evidence that I’m alive, because it will be proof against her that she helped me escape. That would be considered a terminal crime.”
“Won’t she be blamed anyway?”
“No. They’re probably suspicious of her but as long as I don’t turn up alive, the blame could shift to rebels who attack those kinds of facilities to make them lose profits. Rebels would have killed me and disposed of my body, just so my blood couldn’t be sold any longer. Only a family member would bother paying for extensive surgery to get me back on my feet.”
He continued to stare at her with a frown.
“She paid an organization called Angels to help retrieve me. They’re on government hit lists, considered a terrorist group, like the rebels are. The difference is, most of their members are medical professionals who are tired of seeing people like me killed or used until death. They patched me up this great because my sister donated a lot of money to t
hem. That would be seen as her funding a terrorist group. Do you understand? It’s a death sentence for her.”
Mavo studied her and finally relaxed. “I want to believe you. Right now, I need to contact the council and inform them, along with the commander of this vessel, that someone from Earth is aboard.”
“Perhaps we should wait until after we reach Garden.” Deviant lowered his voice. “I don’t want anyone believing they can take her away from me.”
“They won’t.” Mavo held Venice’s gaze. “We used to be able to own Earthers, but now we can’t. We can, however, contract them as workers, taking them under our protection. I have a few friends on the council. I’ll contact them directly first, then let Stag know.”
“He doesn’t like Earthers.” Deviant softened his tone too. “I’d really prefer we wait until we reach Garden. Think about it for a moment.”
Mavo hesitated. “I’ll make certain you’re off duty until we return, so you don’t have to leave her alone. Let me know when you need food. I’ll bring it so you don’t have to risk anyone finding out she’s here. I still need to let a few council members that I trust know what is happening. You won’t be able to get her off this shuttle and into the city otherwise.”
“Understood. Thank you.”
“We are undocking with the station in a few hours. I’ll talk to you in the morning. It will be too late by then to change your mind about taking her home with you.”
“My decision is made,” Deviant stated.
Venice watched Deviant’s father leave before voicing her concerns. “Who is Stag and why does he hate anyone from Earth?”
“He was heavily abused while on Earth. This is his ship we’re aboard.”
She suddenly didn’t feel very safe. “Would this Stag have me tossed out an airlock or something if he finds out I’m aboard? I’ve heard that some captains do that when they discover a stowaway.”
“No. That sounds like something only Earthers would do. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you, Venice. I would fight Stag before I’d let him near you.” He reached out and brushed his hand down her arm. “That’s why I explained how important it is for you to stay here, so no one finds out about you.”
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