by Cynthia Sax
He spoke his truth and that meant the universe to her. “I should have said this earlier, but…thank you for saving me.”
“Twice.” His eyes glowed. “And you did say it earlier. You already thanked me for saving you.”
“I didn’t mean from the males.” She murmured that confession.
He frowned. His lips parted.
“I should show Nibbler my neck decoration, garments, boots.” Greer danced away from him before he could ask her for clarification. She had said everything she was prepared to say, couldn’t say more…not without her emotions overflowing again.
Dissent paused and, for one stomach-twisting moment, she thought he would insist on an explanation. But then he surged forward, grasped one of her hands, linked their fingers. “Nibbler will threaten to devour all of it, especially your boots.”
“They would look delicious to him.” She lifted one of her booted feet, admiring the polished-to-a-shine black leather toes. “And Nibbler always wants to devour everything.” Greer laughed, moving toward the cleansing chamber. “I interpret it as a compliment.”
Chapter Eleven
Two planet rotations later, Dissent lay on the sleeping support. His female was sprawled on top of him. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was level. Her form was decadently soft.
He was as hard as a dagger, had been that way for half the rest cycle.
That rest cycle was now over. The sun had risen. Its rays lit their private chambers. There was no reason to wake his female…other than his building desire for her.
The genetic information of 85.2698 percent of the planet’s population had been recorded. That satisfied the mission specifications. Beings arrived and left the settlement constantly. Cataloguing 100.0000 percent of the locals’ details wasn’t feasible.
North had returned to the Reckless. He had agreed to speak with Captain about loaning Dissent a ship and granting him permission to return Nibbler to Khambalia 5.
Truth remained on Altair Alpha. According to his transmissions, he was causing chaos by not only stealthily freeing as many humans and humanoids from slavery as he could, but also liberating the captured creatures. The settlement’s leaders were in a panic, were searching for the culprit.
Truth, being Truth, merely laughed.
There had been no signs of the rebel cyborgs or modified freighters. Power, the head of the cyborg council, had predictably dismissed Captain’s report on that possible danger. The existence of a B Model had also been contested. Power implied their lifeform scans had malfunctioned.
Dissent was 99.9999 percent certain the lifeform scans had accurate. He had performed his role. If the cyborg council leader didn’t accept his input, it was that male’s choice.
He had other priorities, Greer’s safety taking precedence. Every cyborg on the Reckless had been made aware of his female’s coordinates. Many of them, including Captain, had vowed to protect her.
Assured that she would always be safeguarded, Dissent had then relaxed. Shifts were spent with Greer and Nibbler, training, communicating, bonding.
The connections between them had tightened.
The miljoonasuut spoke constantly of devouring them. That hadn’t changed. But those threats were empty now, his tone teasing.
His female seldom looked at the door, hadn’t once tried to leave him, seemed content to merely have the option to depart. And she valued the gifts he’d given her. He touched the neck decoration. She hadn’t taken it off, kept it polished, wore it with pride.
Her fire-tipped eyelashes fluttered against her pale skin. He narrowed his focus to her face. Cyborgs didn’t sleep and he was fascinated by that state.
He was captivated by her, by all things Greer.
She opened her eyes and he gulped air, her beauty almost too much to process. He’d considered green leather for her garments and boots, and green stones for her neck decoration, but couldn’t find a matching shade. His female’s coloring had no equal.
He had decided upon the sunstones for her neck decoration. Their sparkle could be found in the depths of her eyes when she laughed. And black was the most logical choice for her garments and boots. She could more easily hide in the shadows while wearing them.
Currently, she wore nothing except the neck decoration, a fact he was keenly aware of. Her curves seemed to melt into his muscles. Her scent hung in the air, filled his nostrils as he breathed.
He brushed her curls away from her face. “Are your energy levels restored?”
“Are you asking me if I’m ready to fuck?” She rose, sitting on him. Her legs straddled his waist. Her pink nipples were tight. Her green eyes glowed. “Because I am.”
“I was asking you if your energy levels are restored.” He rested his hands on her generous hips. “But it pleases me that you’re ready to breed.” He pushed his hips upward, lifting her higher in the air. “Because I am ready also.”
“If I was truly free, I could choose how we fucked.” Her stern tone belied her mischievous expression.
“You’re truly free.” He frowned. “Are you dissatisfied with how we’ve been breeding?”
That prospect concerned him. She made sounds of pleasure, acted as though she had found release. Had he been failing her?
“You made me come four times during our last round of fucking.” Her lips curled upward. “You satisfied me so much I almost passed out.”
The knot in the pit of his stomach loosened. He hadn’t failed her.
“But there are things I’d like to try.” She wiggled her ass, grinding her wet pussy against his abs. “Things I’d never contemplate trying with another male.”
“You need no other male.” A growl rose deep in his chest. “You’ll try these things with me.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “It will require you giving up control.”
“My control is yours.” He eagerly gave it to her. She was his female. He trusted her. “Issue commands and I will follow them.”
He had done that with the Humanoid Alliance. He could do that with his little human.
“You act as though I’m asking you to march into battle.” She laughed, the sound popping like bubbles all around him. “You will enjoy these commands, I promise you.” She paused. “And if you don’t enjoy them, tell me. I’ve been used against my will. I would never do that to you.”
He’d been used against his will also. “I had to force you to slit my throat. You won’t damage me.” He was concerned about performing to her specifications, wasn’t questioning his enjoyment.
“I would never damage you.” She grasped his hands, guided them to her breasts. “Mold my curves with your big palms. Show them the adoration only you can, cyborg.”
Only he could show them that adoration because he’d kill any other male who tried to worship her the way he did. “I like this first command.” He cupped her large breasts, squeezing and releasing them, squeezing and releasing them.
She arched her back. “I like it too.” She undulated on top of him. The lights above them lit her red hair, reflected off the sunstones in her neck decoration. Her cheeks turned appealingly pink. Her lips parted.
His female was glorious. She was gorgeous and strong and fully in control.
He was a fortunate warrior.
She reached upward, lifted her hair, bundling it on top of her head for a moment before allowing it to fall. The curls were a cascade of color, framing her face, wonderfully alive.
As she was. His little human bathed his skin with her pussy juices. The heat of her scorched him to his frame. He plucked at her nipples, elongating them, and she moaned. That sound snipped some of his restraint, pushing him closer to his own fulfillment.
“I need you inside me.” She placed her palms on his pecs, pushed herself into a crouching position, shuffled backward.
He steadied her with his hands on her breasts. His shaft slid between her ass cheeks.
She gasped, stiffening. “That is not where I want your cock.”
“I would never
damage you that way.” The Humanoid Alliance had done that to him. The pain and humiliation had been extreme.
He wouldn’t do that to his female.
“You’re too fuckin’ big.” She stood with a huff.
Her feet were planted on the sleeping support to the left and right of him. Her thighs were spread, her wet pussy and tight little entrance visible. Her breasts were displayed at a unique angle. She looked powerful and exquisitely female.
A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip. “I like this view of you.”
Her gaze dropped to his cock. “Don’t like it too much, cyborg.” She lowered over him, aligning them. “If you come before I do, I won’t be happy.”
“I won’t come until you give me permission.” He made that vow.
She enveloped him, her inner walls hugging his cock head, his rim, his shaft, and he fought to honor his vow. The snugness, the heat, the slickness of her, was perfect. She was made for him. No one else could give him this bliss, this sense of connection, of rightness.
Her pussy lips flattened against his base. “I took all of you.” She was seated fully on him. Triumph shone from her eyes. “There’s nothing I can’t do if I want to do it.” Her fingers curled around the center stone in her neck decoration. “Because I’m free.”
“You’re free.” And he was captured. She had enthralled him. Completely.
“I’m tingling all over.” His female rocked slowly, moving back and forth, back and forth. “Your nanocybotics are fizzing in my pussy and in my fingertips.” She held her hands up, examining her fingers. “They’re always there, but when you’re inside me, the effervescence is more.” Her gaze returned to his face. “It turns me on.”
Fraggin’ hole. She turned him on. It was a battle to remain still, to allow her to set the pace. He wanted to flip her onto her back and pound into her.
“Your cock is throbbing.” Her observations weren’t assisting his control. “I feel all of you.” Her voice grew husky. “That turns me on also.”
A groan escaped his lips. She was torturing him.
He worked her breasts as she swayed. The intensity of her breeding was constrained by the shortness of her legs. She was small and he was large. That combination hampered her efforts.
Sweat glistened on her skin. Frustration lines formed between her eyebrows. She huffed.
“I am available for you to command.” He reminded her of their agreement.
“I can satisfy you without assistance.” Her pussy rippled over his shaft as though to prove that point.
He gritted his teeth. Pressure formed at the base of his simulated spine. “But will that satisfy you?” His pleasure was second to hers.
“I’ll come when you come.” Her gaze skittered away from his.
The nanocybotics in his cum would ensure she experienced bliss. “Is that enough for you?” It wasn’t enough for him. He preferred she experience the heights of passion before he found release.
“No. It isn’t enough for me.” Her shoulders slumped. “I wanted to take you.”
She looked adorably disgruntled. He swallowed a laugh.
“You will take me, little human.” He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and she twitched. His female was pleasingly responsive to his touch. “Using my strength while you pursue that goal doesn’t negate the achievement of it.”
She looked skeptical.
“Utilizing a gun to kill your enemy doesn’t change the fact that you killed him.” He provided another example.
A smile slowly spread across her face. “You’ll be my gun.”
He was as primed to shoot as that weapon was. Dissent’s head dipped. “I’ll be your gun.”
“Cup my ass, gun.” Her pert tone aroused him.
He complied with the order, sliding his hands under her generous ass, savoring that fullness, the way she filled his palms.
“When I squeeze you like this.” She pressed against him with her thighs. “You’ll lift me until only your tip remains inside me.”
He drew her upward. Her pussy lips dragged along his shaft. When that decadent flesh touched his rim, he stopped, holding her in position.
“I’ll squeeze you again.” She did that. “And you’ll lower me.”
He obeyed her command. Warm, wet flesh enveloped his cock once more. They both moaned.
“You follow instructions well. Too well.” She rolled her head back. “Fuck.”
“We’re breeding.” That was what they were doing, their link growing stronger with every encounter.
“We’re breeding.” She squeezed.
He lifted her. She squeezed again. He dropped her. The pace was leisurely, both of them relishing every slight movement. His female ran her hands over her body, stroking her neck, playing with her breasts, drifting her fingertips along her mons.
He watched her, unable to tear his gaze away from his curvy human. She was lush and stunning and all his. Gratitude and wonder meshed with his desire.
As her confidence billowed, the pace of their breeding became faster. She panted, rivulets of moisture streaming between her jiggling breasts. All of her glowed. She shone like a comet, streaking across his skies, lighting the darkness within him.
He was enthralled by her, sought to satisfy her, giving her his body to use, granting her his power to wield. Her hold on him expanded. She clutched him with her thighs, her pussy lips, her inner walls. The pressure and release around his shaft pulled grunts of approval from his lips.
Her ass slapped against his thighs, heat radiating from the points of contact. The sounds of their joining echoed in the chamber.
Dissent’s muscles pulled tight. His balls hugged his base. “Greer?” His restraint had been stripped as bare as she was.
“Not yet.” His female demanded more from him as she rose above him again and again.
She was the image of tragedy-tested fortitude, of hard-won self-assurance, of ever-enduring beauty, and he couldn’t deny her anything, would shut down all of his systems to please her, to prove his worth.
He thrust upward as he drove her down on him. Wetness splattered over his skin. She branded him with her scent, with her warmth. Her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were wild. She looked as he felt – out of control, gripped by a desire neither of them could resist for a long duration.
“Dissent?” She met his gaze and he processed what she wanted.
“You’re in charge.” He reminded her. “Lean over me and take what you need.”
Her eyes flashed with understanding and appreciation. She lowered her chest to his, varying the angle of their breeding. He pulled her toward him and propelled his hips upward. His base smacked against her clit.
She screamed, flinging herself backward, arching her back. Her inner walls constricted around his shaft, severing the flimsy remnants of his restraint.
He roared. Cum shot from his cock, the pleasure so intense his systems shut down.
The chamber went black. His female’s screams and all other sounds abruptly stopped. For a heartbeat, he knew nothing except the heat of her pussy, the softness of her skin under his palms, the pure ecstasy of being with her.
She took him as she’d vowed to do, emptying him of his essence, his processing, his very being, and he gave it to her willingly, eagerly, the transfer surpassing all he’d predicted he’d experience.
When his systems rebooted and he came back online, he was devoid of anything other than bliss. His female’s full form was draped over him. She trembled and shook and murmured words he doubted she comprehended. His arms were wrapped around her.
Even with his systems shut down, he’d satisfied his most important directive, securing his female to him, protecting her from her release and from any other danger.
Greer pressed her cheek against his left pec. He stroked her back. Their breathing gradually leveled. Both of them became still.
Yet they remained in sync, joined physically and emotionally.
“You followed my commands, submitted to me…a former
slave.” Wonder lilted her voice.
A former slave. His female no longer thought of herself as being owned by him or anyone else.
He hadn’t projected it was possible, but his happiness levels increased. “You took me, human.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m yours. Completely.”
She lifted her head. “I don’t own you.”
He processed why his female didn’t like that word but she did own him. He belonged to her. “You can be in control of any future breedings you desire.”
His female studied him for a moment.
He gazed back at her. Was she thinking of those future breedings? Because he was.
His cock twitched inside her.
Her face flushed and her lips curled upward in a smug smile. “I knew you’d like my commands.”
He loved her commands. She exuded confidence when she gave them, which fed his desire. “I await your next order, human.”
“Give me a moment to recover.” She lowered her head once more. “And I’ll issue an order that will curl your toes.”
He gave her that moment and she didn’t disappoint him. His toes did curl.
The rest of his form surpassed that level of stimulation.
He was a fortunate warrior.
Chapter Twelve
Three planet rotations later, Greer pressed her face against the porthole and watched as beings, truly free beings, hurried by the structure. Dissent was checking on the ship he’d been loaned. They planned to leave for Khambalia 5 once he was satisfied with it.
“You’re going home, Nibbler.” She told the miljoonasuut.
The baby creature clicked its teeth.
Her heart ached. She’d miss Nibbler but she was happy for him. Due to his devour-everything-he-saw nature and his reaction to light, his movements were severely restricted on Altair Alpha.
“You’ll be free.” She was envious of that but not as envious as she would have been twenty planet rotations ago.
A sigh escaped her lips. There was no denying it. She cared for Dissent. The prospect of being her own mistress wasn’t as appealing as it had once been.
Not that he’d allow her to escape him. She touched the sunstones hanging around her neck. He’d vowed to follow her anywhere.