by Naomi Lucas
Netto's bulge jerked and again she swallowed back a squirt of precum. She pumped her fist up and down where her mouth couldn’t go. The only noise between them was the wet slurp of her mouth.
“Stop.”
He pulled her head back when she choked again. His eyes were closed and she released him to massage the sides of her jaw, the pungent taste of his precum over her tongue. Rylie swallowed his sticky seed down but his flavor remained.
“Are you oh—”
He flipped her onto the sofa lounge and spread her legs. Her body flushed as he leaned over her and kissed her aching jaw, licking over the areas she had kneaded. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs until he pushed them up and into her chest. Her desire built, and she couldn't stop the jittery shakes and twitches of her body to save her life.
The mist enveloped them.
His fingers caressed her slick folds.
“Wrap your arms behind your knees,” he said, his voice rough with demand. She did what she was told and held her legs to her chest. His warm palms moved over her thighs. Rylie knew what was coming.
“This is embarrassing,” she whimpered and hid her face behind her knees.
“This is beautiful,” he muttered. Her body convulsed in heated shivers.
When the tip of one of his blunt fingers probed her core, she jerked. Rylie inhaled as he circled her opening, slowly, softly, slick with her wetness. He teased her until she rocked into his touch.
“I need more,” she gasped out, seeking fulfillment.
“I’ve never touched a pussy before. It’s so wet and warm.”
Rylie shook and pressed her face harder into her knees.
Netto continued with a deep whisper that tickled her sex, “Your hymen is intact.” He pressed into her and she cringed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“It may hurt.”
“I know.”
Suddenly, his tongue poked her desperate opening and she arched back with surprise. It lashed at her, so hot, so thick, that she thought she may go crazy.
“You taste so sweet. So. Damn. Good.”
Rylie whimpered and blushed, knowing he was lavishing her innocence. An innocence she hated because she felt anything but innocent. She had fantasized about her first time since she was a teenager, had spent countless evenings touching and exploring herself as she thought up erotic fantasies. Nothing compared to the real thing. She was wet with desperation and done waiting.
“Do it, take it! I don’t know how much more I can handle!”
His finger returned and he continued to lick her. He caressed the small barrier as if he was worshiping it, worshipping this moment. It put her on edge.
And then it broke. Rylie yelped, her hips jerked.
“Are you okay?”
Am I? “Yes.” She winced. “I think so.”
“Stay still.”
Netto got up and walked away, leaving her cold, but he came back a moment later and sat down. She moved her legs to the side and watched him as he strained serum out of a tube and applied it to her; she immediately felt better. The cool gel soothed away the pinch of her broken hymen.
Rylie bit down on her tongue as Netto continued to apply and finger her. And as the last of the pain faded, all that was left was her lust. He didn’t stop. Her hips twitched as he spread the salve around, mixing it with the slick coat of her essence.
“Did I bleed?”
“A little.”
Rylie groaned, embarrassed, until he slipped his finger into her. He hit something inside her that melted the remaining tension from her muscles. Soft moans escaped her and there was nothing she could do to hold them back.
“Like that?”
“Yes.” The word flowed out of her like a long hiss. “Yes.” She moved her hips, seeking more. Netto’s finger pressed into her, vibrated within her, and she forgot the precarious position they were in and rocked in sync with his hand. The ache between her legs blossomed and everything else faded away. The healing serum remained cool where everything else was hot. Rylie increased her tempo, drowning in the sensation.
She lost her grip on her legs as they flew open. I need more. More. Her feet planted themselves on Netto’s shoulders. He added another finger and pumped her and when he added a third. She fell apart.
“Yeesss!”
The crescendo blotted her vision and she arched up as white-hot sparks of pleasure shot through her. Rylie didn’t recognize the sounds she made, only that the pressure of Netto’s fingers continued, drawing out her peak. She didn’t think she could take any more, filled and stretched and burning up. Her nails punctured the cushioning of the sofa.
When he released her she wanted to cry. It was like she lost a piece of herself. But she didn’t have time to beg him as a squirt filled her ears. Rylie managed to open her eyes long enough to see Netto cover himself with the serum. Her mouth watered.
“I’m ready,” she gasped out before he had a chance to ask. Netto grabbed her waist and pulled her on top until she straddled him again. But this time with his thick bulge resting against the opening of her quivering sex.
“I’m yours,” he groaned out, showing his sharp teeth. “Take what you need.”
Rylie shivered with anticipation. She reached down and took hold of his shaft, her fingers slippery from the lube. If she wasn’t careful, she would slide right onto him before she was ready. His hands came up to play with her breasts. The blunt pads of his thumbs rubbed her nipples in unison.
“Let me see your teeth.”
He pulled his lips back into a snarl. Rylie stared at them as she lowered herself. She could feel herself stretching to fit over his thick tip.
In what seemed like a potently erotic, nightmarish eternity, she was able to take in his entire head. Her core pulsed with a pinching ache of satisfaction. She bobbed up and down, slow and measured, over and over until her sex accustomed itself to his size.
She was grateful for the healing serum, knowing it waylaid much of the pain. When she was seated enough on his cock that she wouldn’t lose her way, she lifted her hands and grabbed his shoulders. Her eyes remained on his teeth.
Netto looked pained. She moved a little faster on him but it only made the stress in his frame worse. His muscles shifted and locked, and she could hear the faint sound of machinery in tune with his pounding heart. Rylie pushed herself further onto his erection.
When his tip hit her g-spot, she was done waiting.
“Let me see you,” she asked hoarsely.
“I’m here.” Netto’s teeth snapped. Rylie squeaked, she jerked back and seated herself further.
Sweat coated her brow and dripped between her breasts. They both needed more but were too afraid to take it.
“No. Shift your face. I want to see...You. Every part of you.” She hoped she wasn’t asking too much. And to encourage him, bounced a little faster on his dick. Except, now, he kept stroking her g-spot and she briefly forgot what she’d been asking for.
His head expanded and his mouth widened, his nose breaking open to reveal plates of metal that shifted and attached together until the top half of his face thrust out into a steely blue snout. She drew back but continued to ride him to make room for his animal.
Netto leaned forward and his eyes went grey. A cold grey, very unlike the heated look he had a moment ago. Rylie ran the tips of her fingers over his smooth, enlarged head. A shark’s head. A carnivorous beast from Earth. She moaned and picked up her tempo. She didn’t think she could be turned on even more but as gills opened up to line a neck that was no longer there, all she could think about was claiming him. Taking control of him with her pussy.
His hands left her breasts to hold her hips. She cupped his head behind his mouth and slammed her body down, taking him fully into her with a shriek. There was a great deal of pain but it was gone quickly in the building ecstasy. Netto’s heavy breath hit her face.
Rylie took him into her, pumping up and down until he took over, his grip tight. He was too
much, too large, her body too new, too amateur for this but it only made her desire it—desire him—more. A thousand fantasies exorcised from her mind.
Their skin slapped, the cream and essence between them slurped, the smell made her nostrils flare. The serum continued to help her stretch to his size, each smack and thrust becoming easier and easier. She was broken and renewed at the same time. Rylie threw her head back as he used her, pumping her over him in a frenzy as her fingers threaded into his plated gills.
They used each other, and what had begun slow, quickly became fast and frenetic. She couldn’t discern one feeling from the next.
His snout rubbed against the side of her face with each bounce. She was dangerously close to his double-layered teeth. Rylie broke the skin of his shoulders as she held on. Netto’s mouth snapped closed with a pained snarl.
She leaned into his chest and his hands tightened their grasp on her skin. Bruises. She was sure to have bruises. His seed ejected into her, filling her up, burning hot against the cold lube. His bulge pulsed uncomfortably as it pumped stream after stream of cum into her.
Her eyes widened. It didn’t stop. Oh...damn. I’m never gonna be able to get off him. The mess they would make when the torrent of his cum poured down her thighs was one she didn’t want to deal with.
“Use me,” he grated. “I can’t...”
Rylie knew what he meant. She rocked her hips and rode him, adjusting to find her sweet spot until the pressure rebuilt within her core. Netto remained hard-as-rock for her but his body was limp. It wasn’t long before she found her pleasure.
When it was over, she settled her bruised and deliciously satisfied body against his. He shifted back to normal but she hadn’t watched, too tired to lift away from him. The small blanket that had fallen was suddenly around her shoulders. Everything became quiet and dark, the subtle lapping sounds of the ocean below the only true sound around them.
If anyone were to stumble from below and ascended to the top deck, they wouldn’t know that she and Netto were there. He kept her warm against the breeze and she kept him trapped with her body.
Rylie was happy, relaxed; she didn’t want the night to end. This must be what contentment feels like.
“Thank you,” she breathed against his chest.
“Thank you, too.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Have we stopped?” He chuckled and his dick jerked inside her.
“No.” Rylie smiled. “I guess not. I don’t think the next time will be as difficult.”
“I did promise.”
Rylie remembered. “Yes. Whatever I want...”
She didn’t find sleep in his arms but she did find pleasure and safety.
Netto kept his word.
Chapter Sixteen
“We have a problem,” Montihan murmured with his head bowed low over the console, his ears covered in a headset.
Netto shifted his stance to face their host. He waited for him to say more. Montihan’s face was grim with consternation. He knew that look, knew it well. It was a look of someone concentrating, hearing something that they don't want to hear yet at the same time trying to understand what it meant; how to respond.
Netto had spent the morning in and out of the water scouting and channeling the signals of the modules nearby and watching for any unusual activity in the waters below. Besides the occasional creature that swam by, the frenzy of yesterday had calmed down. The barrier held and continued to hold. As each moment passed, he was assured that it wouldn't go down again.
It bothered him that he didn't know how it went down to begin with but now they had a problem, according to Montihan. He wanted to hear what that problem was but waited for him to lower his headset.
Netto closed his eyes and listened for Rylie, who was below deck with her sister. They had chosen to clear out everything that had been ruined.
Netto listened to the girls. They spoke constantly and continuously with abundant affection, yet strained with the edge of competition. Based on his knowledge of siblings, the interaction between the two was normal. The relationship between Rylie and Janet was not dissimilar to the relationship between Cyborgs.
Cyborgs were all brothers and sisters after all. Their mothers and fathers were all the same.
Montihan lifted his headset and turned to face him.
“What's the problem?”
“The colony. The new one south of here spotted unusual creatures in the water. They’re aggressive. They’re under red alert and all of the ships have been urged to come back to land or to remove themselves from the area. They're attacking the barges offshore.”
Netto didn't wait for Montihan to finish before he initiated a connection to Zeph, relaying the news to his partner. It would only be a matter of minutes before the Croc joined them, based on the information.
“Is anyone hurt?” he asked.
Montihan bowed his head again and held one earpiece up, continuing to listen to whatever was relayed to him.
“They're not sure... This is my fault. After what happened yesterday...”
“It's not your fault. The module wasn't broken by you, wasn't yours to keep.”
“It doesn't matter. If what we did directly affects those around us, harmfully, it would be easy for them to point blame in our direction. I should've told the other farmers.” Montihan shook his head.
“It's the EPED's fault, not yours.”
Netto didn't understand why he was reassuring Montihan. His feelings toward the family conflicted with the job he was hired to do. He cared for Rylie, he wanted Rylie, her happiness had become important to him, and the safety of her family made her happy. The wellbeing of her family became his prerogative. He internally sighed.
Zeph hefted himself over the railing and joined them, leaving a trail of water behind.
“Well? Should we remain here and continue to monitor the barrier? Or should we investigate the colony?” Zeph grumbled. “I’m an unwilling participant either way.”
“We’ll do what we do best,” Netto answered.
“Hunt and kill monsters?” Zeph cackled. His eyes flashed green and Netto responded by flashing his eyes back.
Violence was second nature to a Cyborg.
“Yes. Take us south.”
Montihan swiveled in his chair and powered on the watership.
NETTO HEADED DOWN TO find Rylie kneeling on the floor in the kitchen, rummaging through the displaced items in the cabinets closest to the floor. He stepped up behind her and kneeled down, wrapping one of his arms around her midsection and pulling her into his chest. He buried his nose into the waves of her hair.
“How are you feeling?”
“Okay. I'm feeling okay.”
“Just okay?” he asked. She nodded under his chin.
“You keep asking,” she laughed softly. “And I'm still bruised but that was all before last night.” Her voice lowered, “I still feel you between my legs but it's not a bad feeling,” she turned to face him, twisting in his embrace. “It's a good feeling. I like it.”
Netto cupped her neck and leaned over her, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss. He ate up Rylie's moan and swept his tongue along hers.
He didn't want to let her go. He never wanted to let her go. He still couldn't believe that she wanted him and that she had given him the greatest gift of all... Her trust and her innocence.
His cock hardened and was fully erect within seconds. The strain of it against his pants was...unpleasant.
He wanted her again and knew he would want her forever, but would take what he could get if their time was only to last during his stay on Kepler. He didn't want to think of his mission ending and he forced those thoughts back into the recesses of his mind.
Netto released her unwillingly. Rylie moaned and leaned back, eyes hooded, and her lips well kissed.
“We’re headed to the colony.”
“We are? Why? Did something happen?”
She twisted further around until she was fully faced him.
“Yes.”
His nostrils flared as he smelled the perfume of her arousal filled the space between them, and the twinge of fear that went with popping their quiet secluded bubble.
“Your dad received a radio signal. There are creatures off the coast attacking the ships out at sea. They have requested a lockdown and everybody to come back into port.”
“Do you think it has something to do with the barrier and what happened yesterday?”
“Yes but even if it didn't, it’s not in my coding to turn a blind eye. Regardless, I want to check it out. There is something drawing the creatures out. It could give us a lead, it could help us. We’re headed there now.”
She pursed her lips. His eyes snapped back to them. The image of them wrapped around his cock filled his vision. Netto wanted to pick her up and carry her into one of the empty rooms in the back and have his way with her again. His fingers twitched at his side, he restrained himself.
“It's probably for the best. If anyone can help, it would be two Cyborgs who know what they're dealing with.” She pasted a fake smile on her face.
“Yes.”
He helped her to her feet and caught her arm as she stretched out her legs. Rylie had her hair bundled atop her head and he fingered the loose strands that escaped.
“How long do we have until we’re there?” she asked.
Netto channeled into the ship's systems and pulled out the set coordinates being used.
“Tomorrow, around noon, if we drive straight there through the night.”
It would be another all-nighter for him, he knew. Even if Zeph took the night shift, he would want to be aware of everything happening. He wasn’t happy that he was bringing Rylie and her family closer to danger, but there was no way he could go back to the homestead and leave the colony to its fate. He didn't want any more death; he didn't want to fail.