Dominance and Dissent

by Cynthia Sax

  I would appreciate it if you didn’t sacrifice my lifespan, J Model. Truth’s transmission lilted with humor. I’ve grown quite partial to it.

  “I was prepared to sacrifice everything for you.” Greer shifted in Dissent’s lap, grinding her leather-clad ass against his body armor-covered cock. “Never forget that.”

  “I never forget anything.” He especially wouldn’t forget that. Her offer to return to enslavement, to trade her life for his, was burned into his processors, seared into his organic memory. “I’m a cyborg.”

  “You are a cyborg.” She turned her head and grinned at him. “The way you fought those males…” She quivered.

  His prowess in battle stimulated her. Dissent’s simulated spine straightened. “I killed them for you.”

  “I would have liked to have fought some of those males,” Truth made that casual comment. “I killed no one during this mission.”

  “I also killed no one.” Greer’s gaze returned to the main viewscreen. “I slit Dissent’s throat, with his help, but thankfully he didn’t die.”

  You’re a lucky bag of bolts, J Model. Truth transmitted to him.

  Dissent’s head dipped. He was a fortunate warrior.

  “I also stunned a male and…” She paused. “Is that Altair Alpha?”

  The image of the blue-and-gray planet grew smaller and smaller on the main viewscreen as they sped into open space. A solitary star shone in the background.

  “That’s Altair Alpha.” Dissent confirmed that fact.

  They watched the images for a moment.

  “I’m free of it at last,” she murmured.

  She was free of it. Dissent frowned. “You are completely free.”

  “No, I’m not.” She sounded resigned. “I realize now no one is completely free.”

  She was referring to him. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach.

  I’ll never be truly free, she had told him early in their relationship. I don’t have the choice of being with you or not. And without choice, there can never be genuine caring, can never be more than that.

  He wanted true caring, wanted to hear the human love words from her.

  But he wouldn’t let her go. She was his and he would protect her.

  “No one is completely free.” Truth agreed with Greer. “Having agreed to be your pilot, I’ve made a commitment to you. I’m not free to do other things. Dissent and I agreed to take the mission on your planet. When he met you, he couldn’t abandon the mission…although I project, being a fully functional warrior, he wanted to do that.”

  “I very much wanted to do that.” Dissent dragged his mouth over his female’s neck. “The urge to stay by your side, to protect you was…strong.”

  “You protected me.” She tilted her head, allowing him more access. “Even when I fought to escape you, you safeguarded me from harm.”

  “I restricted your freedom.” He admitted to that. “You hated me for that.”

  “Yes, I did hate you for that.” Her smile softened her words. “But I understand why you did it now. I didn’t have my superb shooting skills then.” She touched the guns holstered on her hips.

  “We’ll train during the voyage.” Dissent’s mood lightened. “And, when we reach an expanse of open space, we’ll allow the guidance system to fly the ship and challenge Truth to a mock battle.”

  “Then prepare to mock die.” Truth’s grin was wide. His friend loved to fight. “Because I plan to mock kill both of you.”

  Dissent’s gaze met Greer’s. Her eyes shone.

  She didn’t have to speak. He processed what she was projecting.

  They were going to mock kick Truth’s ass.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Maybe I should fight on Truth’s side next time.” Greer entered their private chambers, her spirits high from a third consecutive mock-battle win. “That might give him more of a chance.”

  Especially as Dissent would likely insist on protecting her.

  “If you align yourself with Truth, there will be no battle.” Her cyborg followed her, stripping off his body armor as he moved. “Because I will always fight on your side, my female.”

  His possessiveness thrilled her. She was his only female. He vowed to kill anyone who touched her. They fucked…bred…three, four, five times a planet rotation and his desire for her hadn’t waned.

  She would never be truly free. He would be by her side for their entire lifespans, which, she understood, due to his nanocybotics, would extend forever.

  That lack of freedom no longer irked her. As Truth had pointed out, everyone had restrictions.

  And fuck, did her big, thick, hard restriction turn her on. She removed her guns and dagger, set them on a horizontal support. “Nibbler, are you okay?” She peeked in the cleansing chamber.

  The baby creature scurried around his larger pen. It resembled the one created for him on Altair Alpha. There was a covering cloth overhead, creating shade, and slabs of stone on the floor. The lit perimeters confined him.

  “I’m going to eat your skull.” The ship’s system translated his clicks and rattles.

  She laughed. “That must mean you’re okay.”

  The miljoonasuut threatened to devour her every time they spoke…yet he never harmed her, was careful with his sharp teeth and numerous mouths when he was near her.

  “He cares for me.” She returned her full attention to her cyborg.

  Dissent grinned. He did that more and more. “He does care for you…as I do.” The male was now completely naked.

  “I see how much you care for me.” She looked pointedly at his erect cock.

  He sniffed the air. “I smell how much you care for me.” His eyes glittered.

  She carefully removed her beautiful boots, stripped off her garments, folded them and set them aside. “You’ll soon feel how much I care for you.” The words were becoming easier to say.

  He would use them to control her. Her cyborg had been up-front about that. But he’d wield her caring against her only to keep her safe.

  She could deal with that, trusted him not to abuse his power, not to abuse her. Her duration with Zloy had taught her how to recognize bad males.

  Dissent wasn’t one of those. He was a good male. She glanced at his cock again. It bobbed under her perusal and her lips twitched. He was a very good male.

  “How tired are you?” She ran her right index finger down his chest, between his pecs, over his abs, relishing his finely honed form.

  His muscles rippled. “I’m at 98.6985 percent power.”

  “That’s good.” She had plans for that power. Leaning forward, she stood on the tips of her toes and sucked on his chin, tasting the metal on his skin.

  His body stiffened. “That’s very good.” His voice lowered.

  He strapped his arms under her ass and lifted her until she faced him. She dragged her lips upward, met his. He welcomed her kiss, granting her access into his mouth.

  The metallic flavor of him was stronger there, as were his nanocybotics. They bubbled and fizzed on her tongue, a thousand pleasurable pinches against that flesh. In all ways, he was unlike any male she’d ever known. Her cyborg exuded dominance yet willingly submitted to her, transferring his power into her much smaller hands.

  She adored him for that and for so much more. Their kiss deepened. Their tongues tumbled and twirled, a rolling caress that built in ferocity.

  This wouldn’t be a slow and tender breeding. The excitement from the mock battle lingered within both of them. He held her a little too tightly. She handled him with a brazen surety. They had won and would take each other as their prize.

  His cock pressed between her thighs, the length and girth of him against her skin feeding her hunger. She sucked on his bottom lip, elongating it. Their gazes met. She bit gently. His eyes flashed and a rumble rose from his throat.

  He turned, propped her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her pussy lips enveloped his shaft and they both moaned.

 
; That hard cock and harder male was hers. She placed her hands on his pecs. He belonged to her. She splayed her fingers to touch more of him.

  Dissent looked down at her grip on him. “Are you taking me, my female?”

  “I’m claiming you, my cyborg.” She gathered all of her courage to inform him.

  His breath hitched. His cock twitched against her.

  Her daring words and actions had turned him on.

  “I’m yours.” He growled that affirmation. “I’ve always been yours.”

  Her cyborg crushed his lips against hers, the intensity of his emotions stealing the oxygen from her lungs. It was her turn to submit and she did. Completely. She melted under the heat of his devotion, her lips humming and her heart pounding.

  Unable to remain still, she undulated, brushing her sensitive nipples against his unyielding chest and her feminine folds against his cock, covering him with her wetness, with her scent. He remained motionless for a moment, seemed satisfied with ravishing her mouth, granting her control of the rest of their forms.

  She took advantage of that privilege, rubbing her clit against his rim, that wonderous friction spiraling her passion upward. Her cyborg had been designed for war, but he was also built for breeding. He was strong, virile, a male in his prime, able to lift her—not a small female—easily for endless moments, not exhibiting a hint of fatigue.

  But he was also partially human. He couldn’t delay his satisfaction forever and she wanted him inside her when he came. She had grown to crave the unique release his nanocybotics-infused cum gave her, the pleasure she would never find with anyone else.

  For her, there would be no one else. She realized that. He was genetically bound to her. She was emotionally bound to him. Those decadent chains were as lasting, as unbreakable as his were, and she embraced them, embraced him, her warrior, her protector, her cyborg.

  “Give me what is mine, Dissent.” She murmured that order against his lips. “I want to claim all of you.”

  “You will have all of me.” He drew his hips back.

  His tip bumped against her clit and she sucked in her breath, bliss washing over her, threatening to pull her under. He positioned himself at her entrance. His gaze locked with hers.

  Her take-charge cyborg was waiting for her command. That stimulated her.

  “Fill me with your hard cock.” Confidence meshed with her arousal.

  He thrust. Hard. She cried out, nothing able to prepare her for the experience of him.

  One moment she was empty. The next moment, she was stuffed with hard male flesh. He had filled her to the brink of overflowing, stretched her to capacity, molding her form to his.

  “I’m yours.” His deep voice reached down inside her, the possession in his tones belying his words. He had taken her while giving himself. They owned each other.

  But she wouldn’t admit that. “You’re mine.” She squeezed around him.

  He jerked, sucked in his breath, his reaction reinforcing her claim. With a few flexes of her body, she could push her normally controlled cyborg over the edge.

  She wouldn’t do that. Not yet. But she could. She had that power.

  He had conveyed that to her.

  She arched her back, flattening her breasts against his chest, silently thanking him for that gift. The tilt of her hips shifted. He pushed against her clit. The pressure was titillating.

  They teased each other for several moments. He adored her neck with his mouth, grazing his teeth over that delicate skin. She stroked his chest, his shoulders, his arms, with her fingertips, brushed the heels of her feet over his clenched ass cheeks. His cock pulsed inside her, that rhythm growing stronger with each heartbeat.

  She trembled. He shook. The deliberate lack of thrusting escalated their need to the point of breaking.

  When she couldn’t take it any longer, she lowered her lips to his right ear and whispered, “Breed with me. Hard.”

  He growled his approval and withdrew to his tip. “Look at me.”

  She complied with his order, had no choice. The authority in his voice, combined with her caring for him, didn’t allow her to refuse him anything.

  His eyes glinted. That was all the warning she received. He drove into her, burying himself up to his hilt, the ferocity of his entry clattering her teeth.

  She gripped his shoulders, holding on as he withdrew and drove into her, withdrew and drove into her. His base smacked against her pussy lips. Her ass slapped against the wall. She was trapped between her unrelenting male and the unbending ship.

  And she loved it. Her pussy dripped. Heat radiated from her core. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and kicked her heels against his ass, urging him to fuck her faster, harder.

  He took her again and again. Sweat beaded on her skin, slicking both of them. The sunstones around her neck sparkled. His golden skin shone. His eyes were as dark as deep space.

  Desire curled around her, squeezing, squeezing. She panted and he grunted, their sounds echoing in the chamber.

  The connection between them vibrated in the air, a living, breathing link that had grown stronger with every touch, every kiss, every encounter. It was more than his nanocybotics, more than her cautiously given trust. It was two souls merging into one, and it was right. It was destined. It was forever.

  She no longer feared it, no longer fought it. He was hers and she had claimed him. There was no going back, only venturing forward.

  With him, her cyborg.

  His muscles flexed tight. His jaw clenched. His rhythm became erratic. She was just as close to fulfilment, was dangling over that desirable edge, needing one more push.

  “Dissent?” She met his gaze, knowing he could give it to her.

  “Rub your clit for me.” His voice was a vortex of need, a cavern with no floor. “Take what you need.”

  She slid her right hand between their heaving bodies. Her cyborg didn’t pause in his fucking. He took her even harder. She found the spot she sought, circled that bundle of nerves once, twice, winding up the wanting inside her more and more.

  “Do it.” His face grew stark as he gave that order.

  She brushed her fingertips over her clit. Pleasure crashed into her all at once, the savagery and suddenness of that full-body blow taking her by surprise. She screamed, her spine bowing, and clenched around his shaft.

  “Greer.” He roared her name, thrust deep, and exploded. Cum shot from his tip, splattered against her inner walls. That second round of bliss was more acute than the first. She screamed and writhed, fighting to be freed.

  Her cyborg pinned her ass against the wall with his hips, not allowing her to escape him, to move, to fall. He protected her as he always did, keeping her safe from the severity of her release, her ecstasy, herself.

  She squeezed him again and again, draining him of his cum, wanting it yet dreading it at the same time. It felt too good. It was a struggle to absorb that level of satisfaction. Yet she did, because she had to, because she was strong, because her form was designed for his, for this.

  Her voice grew hoarse. She had taken all he had to give. The sharpness of her fulfillment eased.

  “Fuck.” She dropped her head forward, resting her forehead against his chest.

  “That was breeding.” He shuddered. Her cyborg must have been as energy zapped as she was but he didn’t falter. He held her securely, his back straight, his feet braced on the floor tiles.

  “That was breeding.” She kissed his skin. Salt had mixed with the metallic flavor of him.

  He carried her to the sleeping support and reclined onto his back. She sprawled on top of him. They remained linked. His cock was in her pussy. His arms were around her.

  The ship sped toward Khambalia 5.

  That was Nibbler’s birthplace, his home. Both Truth and Dissent spoke of it with great fondness. Of all the planets they’d visited, it seemed to have impressed them the most.

  She’d watched footage of their destination, had viewed the peculiar-looking trees sit
uated on the rare expanses of stable terrain, the lava pockets that occurred on the rest of the ever-expanding land mass, the packs of four-legged creatures that were unlike anything she’d ever seen. The locals, her cyborg explained to her, called them pahas.

  “We’ll arrive on Khambalia 5 soon.” She was excited to see the planet, yet dreaded parting with Nibbler. “We should take some of the nourishment bars Truth loaded in the storage compartments. Nibbler can eat those while he grows accustomed to the food on the planet.”

  “Nibbler eats everything, whether he’s accustomed to it or not.” Dissent’s voice was drowsy. “And we are not arriving on Khambalia 5. You’re remaining on the ship, where you’ll be safe.”

  “We should bring beverage and nourishment bars for our own consumption also.” She ignored his comments. “We should stay until we know he’s okay.” Greer worried about the little creature. “Are you certain he’ll be okay?” She gazed up at Dissent, needing his reassurance. “He’s just a baby. How will he know what to eat, where to sleep, how to avoid the lava pockets and fend off the pahas?”

  There were many other dangers for a baby alone on that planet.

  Dissent’s lips parted.

  “We should talk with him, show him images.” They could train him as her cyborg had trained her. “You and Truth could build a simulation for him and then we could stay on the planet until we’re certain he’s safe and happy and healthy and—”

  “Nibbler was manufactured for the planet. He’s built to survive it.” Dissent sounded as though he was trying to convince both of them they were doing the right thing—returning Nibbler to Khambalia 5. “And we are not staying on the planet. You’re a fragile human. It’s too dangerous for you.”

  Her cyborg was attempting to protect her again. She appreciated that, but she was setting foot on the planet when they arrived there. “I’m not leaving our baby somewhere I haven’t seen for myself.”

  “Nibbler isn’t our offspring, my female.” Dissent’s eyes softened. “We have to let him go. He must be with his own kind, though it will damage us here.” He touched his chest.

  “It will damage me less if I can say good-bye to him.” She shamelessly used his caring for her as he had admitted he’d use her caring for him. “I need to see he’ll be okay.”