Luna Ten #1: Cassiopeia

by Ann Jacobs

  Chapter Three

  Hours later they lay across her bed, breast to chest. Guy’s amazing human-feeling cock nestled snugly in the vee between Cassie’s legs when Doreen and Nebula burst through the connecting door. Her amazing sexbot’s massive chest even rose and fell as though he were asleep, not merely shut down to recharge his power supply.

  “If I’d known they made sexbots like that one, I’d have gone with you instead of picking out a live sex slave.” To Cassie’s way of thinking, Doreen was paying way too much attention to the naked sexbot’s perfect ass. Her half-sister was practically drooling. “The slave I got complained the whole time we were fucking that he needed a day off, and that his boss had been withholding his testosterone shots and overworking him to the point that he could barely get a hard-on. May I borrow him?” She shot Guy another lascivious look.

  “No.” It was absurd, she knew, but Cassie had no desire to share her sexbot, sisters or no. “Go rent one of your own at Pak Song’s. I’m going to find out if this one’s for sale.”

  Nebula laughed. “Our Cassie’s gone and fallen for a robot. Hey, that’s funny.”

  “He’s not just any robot.” If only Doreen knew what he’d done to her, how he’d made her feel feminine, helpless -- loved, although Cassie knew that emotion was absurd.

  “I can tell.” Doreen raked Guy’s hard body with a longing gaze. “He’s a yummy, yummy sexbot for sure. What’s the name of that place again?”

  “Pak Song’s House of Pleasure. Yolanda mentioned it, but you two were too busy listening to her push the sex slaves. How was yours, by the way?”

  Nebula shrugged. “Well, he could get it up. And he did fuck me with more enthusiasm than the guy Doreen chose. Still…”

  “It wasn’t as good as Yolanda told us it would be.” Nebula tossed her chestnut curls. “You’d better not get too attached to that one. Something tells me he wouldn’t meet the Federation’s standards for an imported sexbot. You know, they can only have so much power. Damn, but that one looks good.” She shot Guy a longing look as she and Doreen left for Pak Song’s.

  Too good to be true. But damn! Cassie wasn’t ready to give up her Guy. She wrapped her arms around him, the way he hadn’t let her do when they were making love.

  Cassie smoothed her hand along the sleek, golden skin of Guy’s hard-muscled back. Warm skin, with a light coating of sweat still lingering. By all the gods in the universe, he seemed like he was real. Especially when his cock stirred and began to swell against her swollen pussy…and when he sighed and exerted a very human-feeling pressure on her buttocks with his large, gentle hands, drawing her lower body flush against his own.

  “Lie back and let me love you,” he whispered, his words no less commanding for the soft tone in which they were delivered.

  * * *

  Going slowly just might kill him, but Guy had to sample every inch of Cassie’s alabaster skin, bathe each damp satiny fold of her pussy with his tongue. He’d nibble her nipples and her clit, and trace the golden chain that joined the delicate rings adorning those delicious nubs. Guy longed to forget the preliminaries and take her now, feel her glove his cock again in her tight, slick cunt.

  Another benefit of Guy’s improved vision, strong enough to make him forget -- almost -- the scarlet color of his irises that made him look somehow less than human: the clear view of her cunt even now, when it wasn’t in his direct line of vision. A delicious sight it was, pouting and swollen within her glistening outer lips, already dripping pale, creamy honey. Being able to see the almost imperceptible tremor in her lush body as she lay there at his command sent a thrill through him, and tiny whimpers he doubted would have been audible to human ears bombarded him, inflamed him more.

  Even though Guy had come in her a few short hours ago, his cock felt as though it were about to burst. He had to touch her. Experience her by feel, by taste, by the smell of his musk and hers, mingling to perfume the room. Her reddish-gold hair beckoned him when he stretched out above her, sparing her his weight by bracing himself on his knees and elbows.

  When he pulled her hair back, baring the satin skin of her throat and shoulders, the soft strands felt like silk. His nipples tingled with the weight of their new rings, the friction of them brushing against the soft flesh of her lush breasts. The tip of his cock probed her damp, warm folds, his pre-come mingling with her honey. The slickness eased the friction of flesh on flesh, its sound soft, more gentle than the rasp of his cheek against her throat.

  Oh, shit. He had to close his eyes. Seeing her expression, full of desperate desire and unslaked need, threatened to shove him over the edge. Laying his cheek on her breast, Guy fought for the sort of self-control that would have come easily to the robot he was supposed to be. His nostrils flared. He felt them distending, as surely as he’d have seen them if he’d been looking in a fucking mirror, when he inhaled the incredibly arousing flowery scent that clung to her skin, wafted around his head.

  She trembled, and the whimper that escaped her lips when he took a nipple between his teeth and worried the little gold ring with his tongue sounded more like a scream to his oversensitive ears. Gods, but she was responsive beyond his wildest dreams. He flailed her nipple harder, tugging gently at the chain that joined it and its mate to her pouting clit. The shudder that went through her when he tweaked her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger told him how strongly his touch affected her.

  She came over and over, trembling and whimpering at each touch of his fingers, his tongue, even his ringed nipples against hers. Guy’s balls protested, telling him with silent agony that he needed release, too. Still he toyed with her, pleasured her, striving to master her body as she’d conquered his soul at first sight. Before he admitted his deception, he’d have her drugged with satisfaction. She’d be craving him so much it would no longer matter that he was a washed up starship commander no longer welcome at home on Earth, a creature made more of Pak Song’s electronic parts than human flesh, in so many ways.

  The large glass dildo sparkled in the lamplight, as though daring him to deny his own need, pleasure her more before taking his own release. He closed a fist around it, shivering at the cold, rigid surface that wasn’t unlike the cock of the sexbot whose identity he’d borrowed to have this time with Cassie. Rubbing the dildo between her breasts, Guy watched her tremble, then swallowed her little scream when he took her mouth and tangled his tongue with hers.

  “Are you my willing slave?” he whispered when he broke the kiss.

  Her beautiful, very human eyes opened wide, as though she could see through him as he could see through her. “Yes. I want you to take me, master me. Show me every erotic pleasure I’ve ever dreamed of…pleasures I will never know again.”

  Yes, she would. He’d pleasure her like this for the rest of their lives. Rearing back on his haunches, he rubbed the dildo along her wet channel, dipping it into her cunt and then withdrawing it. Her whimper of protest made him bend, tongue her swollen clit and rub cheeks now rough with several hours’ growth of beard against the incredible softness of her mound. He’d never realized until now that the rasp of beard against a woman’s soft, damp flesh was so arousing…so erotic.

  “Roll over now. I’m going to fuck your ass the way I said I would.” Reaching into her bag of toys, he found one of the condoms that had been considerately packaged with the anal plugs, and a lush, ripe banana. Quickly, he rolled the heavily lubricated condom over his erection, then peeled the banana and laid it on the bed, within easy reach.

  Malleable. Eager. Just as he’d thought when he’d first seen her. Cassie’s obvious need to do his bidding made Guy’s heart swell with joy. The eager way her rosebud asshole twitched when he rubbed his cockhead over it had him desperate. Desperate to take her, fill her…fulfill her and coax her to take him as he was, go with him wherever he bid.

  “Oooh, yesss.” Her breathy moans when he sank the long, thick dildo into her swollen cunt had him ready to explode. Slowly, he slid the glass in and
out, changing the angle of penetration to enhance her pleasure.

  His cock twitched, demanding he glove it within her body now. He tried in vain to counsel restraint and patience. Pretend you’re a sexbot. That you exist only to give Cassie pleasure. Pretend your cock and balls are controlled by those microchips in your brain, just like so many other parts of you. His cock wasn’t listening. He had to speed this up or he’d shoot his load the minute he lodged his cockhead in her tight, hot ass.

  He picked up the banana, bent over her upthrust ass, and slid the tip of it between her lips before straightening and aligning their bodies. “Nibble on it. Concentrate on the sweetness of the fruit, the full feeling of the dildo in your cunt. That’s my good girl. Relax.” Slowly, smoothly, he began to penetrate her tight ass. “You can take it. Gods in the heavens but you’re tight. Can you feel me stretching you, filling you?”

  “So full. Hurts.”

  He paused. “Too much?”

  “Yesss. No. Oh gods, don’t. Don’t stop. Please. I’m coming.” Her asshole clamped down on his cock, and through the thin wall of tissue he felt every hard contraction of her cunt around the dildo. The erotic smell of banana and woman filled his nostrils, stole the last shreds of his control when she bit on the fruit as though devouring his cock. His balls drew up in their sac, and almost before he had time to anticipate the coming pleasure, his cock began spurting out its load in long, fulfilling bursts until he was dry and she lay trembling beneath him, gasping out words of lust and love and…

  “I want to keep you, take you home.” A great sob sounded as if it were being wrenched from Cassie’s very soul. “But I know I can’t.”

  Chapter Four

  “But you can, my darling slave.” Guy couldn’t have asked for a better opening than Cassie had just given him. He lifted her, cradling her lush body in his arms before laying her on the bed and propping her golden head on a stack of scarlet satin pillows. Stretching out beside her, he met her gaze. “I have a confession to make.”

  “What?” A single tear made its way down her cheek, and he leaned over to catch the salty droplet on his tongue.

  “I’m no sexbot, but a man. An Earthling like you.”

  “Bu…but your eyes…and your hard, hard body…” Cassie stroked his arm, tracing his biceps upward to where they joined with pecs that had never been so prominent before his injury.

  He covered her hand, holding it in place above his heart. “I’ve been enhanced.”

  “B-but that’s against the Federation’s laws.”

  “I know. The doctors had no choice other than to let me die. Some months ago I crashed my starship into Obsidion while trying to land in a storm. When the medics dragged me from the wreckage, I was barely alive, or so I’ve been told. Blind and deaf and paralyzed.

  “To save my life, the doctors summoned Pak Song. He implanted electronic cyber-eyes and internal ears, the kinds he uses to make his robots. When I’d begun to heal from my other injuries, he embedded microprocessors in my brain that make them work. As for the hard muscles, they are a result of other modifications Pak Song made that allow me to function as if my spinal cord hadn’t been severed.”

  Cassie’s mouth dropped open, and she stared at him, wide-eyed. “You can never go back home, can you?”

  “No.” His confirmation sent tears streaming down her cheeks, and she bit her lower lip as though to keep from crying out loud. “But you can stay with me.”

  “Here?” she croaked.

  “No, baby. Not here. Obsidion is for adventurers and opportunists and tourists looking for forbidden thrills. It’s a great place to visit, but not the sort of place where I want to make my home. Cassie, you’re my soulmate. I want you with me. Not just now, but forever. I sense you want that, too.”

  Damn it, she was fighting him, and he didn’t like it. He hated having her look at him with love in her eyes -- and terror that was so transparent it hung in every molecule of air that was still redolent with the scents of banana and their own animal musk. “I know a place -- a small planet with a colony of Earthlings. Not too far from here. We’d be welcomed.”

  “But…I’d miss my sisters. I’d never see my father again. My job.” She paused, as if gathering her thoughts. “What about your job? You can’t defect and keep on working for the Federation.”

  “I got a generous settlement. When Star Command discovered how I’d been kept alive, they rewarded me richly for my years of service -- at almost the same time as they relieved me of my command. I could support us both if I never worked again, but I plan to start a shuttle service and take supplies from planet to planet in this part of the galaxy. Trust me, little one. I’ll take good care of you.”

  Omigod, this was too hard to process all at once. Cassie’s head spun, trying to make sense out of what she’d gotten into. Guy. He said she was his soulmate, and she was certain he was hers. A soulmate she’d found and believed was a sexbot, only to learn he really was a man. No, not a man but a cyborg forever exiled from their home planet.

  “Why?” she asked, her heart breaking as she tried to withdraw her hand from his chest. “Why did you make me fall in love with you when I can never have you in my life?”

  “But you can.” Guy clasped her hand firmly, pressing it against his chest so hard she felt the imprint of his nipple ring on her palm. “You’ll have to give up some things, that’s true. But think of what you’ll gain. No breeding farm where your mate is chosen for you, then sent away, but a home where your children will know both of their parents’ love. Freedom to serve me and only me as Master. Freedom to let me pleasure my only, beloved slave.” As though desperate to prove a point, Guy laid his other hand between her legs, his fingers finding the still-wet folds of her cunt lips, stroking the still-swollen flesh, coaxing out more honey even though she’d thought the well quite dry.

  “What do you say, Cassie? I know what sort of life awaits you back on Earth. Breeding, then having your children given to their father if he wants them. Getting your only sex from a mindless ‘bot. Living under the thumbs of the Federation’s rulers, having to abide by all their rules. I’ll give you more. Much more.” He dipped a finger into her cunt, stroking gently against the wet, hot walls that so recently had convulsed wildly with the multiple orgasms he’d coaxed from her. Reminding her of the pleasure -- pleasure she wanted to go on enjoying forever. But gods, she was afraid to leave all she knew, follow this compelling cyborg into a new and frightening world where…

  “You promised children. Are you…”

  “Pak Song and the doctors assured me my reproductive parts were unscathed, and are in perfect working order. My seed may be growing inside you even now. Would you like that?” Withdrawing his hand from her sex, he laid it on her belly, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “I’d like it very much. I never visited the breeding farms when my starship docked on Earth. Never wanted to sire children I’d never see, or to lose my balls once I’d sired the requisite number of sons. I made do with sexbots, as you most likely have until now. I want to love you, live with you, have children with you and watch them grow up free…in a place where such relationships are not forbidden.”

  He tempted her. Made her want to toss away all she’d ever known, follow him to the ends of the galaxy. But…she needed time. “I’ve got to think. Omigod, I came to Obsidion for an adventure, but I never expected…”

  “To fall in love? I never expected it either, when I took a walk along the Strip to check out my new freedom. But then I saw you, your hair all reddish-gold, your eyes wide with wonder as you stared at those altered, overworked Earthling sex slaves and argued with your sisters. I knew at that moment I’d found my soulmate…lover, companion, best friend.”

  Cassie felt that way, too, but she was torn. Part of her was still the dutiful daughter committed to meet the expectations of her father and follow the social mores of the Federation community where she’d grown up. To do what everyone had expected of her as long as she could remember. Another part -- the p
erverse part that reveled in a cyborg’s touch -- listened with rapt attention while Guy described this amazing colony where Earthlings lived as the Old Ones had in centuries past. Where men and women mated for life, let their emotions soar, and accepted the miracle of electronic rebirth and enhancement as a blessing, not the abomination for which it was seen back home.

  A loud knock at the door dragged her back to the present. Embarrassed for her sisters to see her in this intimate position, now that she knew she lay with a man -- apparently a complete, functioning human male, not the sexbot she’d thought she’d rented -- she moved to raise the covers. But Guy stayed her hand.

  “Let them see us like this. Tell them who I am, what I ask of you. I believe you’ll be surprised at their response. Come in,” he said, his deep voice full of confidence. Of command.

  Doreen burst in, with Nebula hard on her heels. “You’re gonna have to pay late charges if you don’t get that ‘bot of yours back to the rental place. That old Chinaman swore he’s one of a kind, and that he didn’t have another for me to rent, so I put down money to reserve him next.”

  Nebula laughed. “What makes you think Cassie’s gonna let him go? Looks to me like they’re still goin’ at it. I told you not to waste your money. If you didn’t like the sex slave you got, you should have just taken him back and picked out another one. I rather liked mine. Cassie, are you gonna let that hunky robot recharge his batteries and go with us to the casino?”

  “Sit down, ladies. Cassie has something to tell you.” Guy’s voice resounded off the thick, dark walls, and it didn’t surprise Cassie at all when Doreen and Nebula plopped on the edge of a fainting couch by the window and shot her a pair of expectant, quizzical looks.