by T. J. Quinn
His touch was definitely inebriant. She couldn’t think of anything else but him and the feelings he was summoning inside her, especially when reached her hard nipples with his lips, playing with her nipple rings. She felt same tickling feeling she had sensed in all his kisses when he captured her nipples between his lips and swirled his tongue around them. It was so arousing she wasn’t able to hold back the moans of pleasure coming from her lips.
He kissed and licked, then sucked and nibbled and she thought she was going to lose her mind.
“Oh… please… please…” she moaned again.
Kneading her breasts while he kissed and sucked her nipples, he tortured her for a few more minutes, before he slid his hand down to her mound, cupping it with his big hand.
It wasn’t a surprise to find her wet and ready for him. Her hips rocked up with need when he touched her, craving more. Pleased, he slid his fingers down her slit, barely grazing her engorged clit, focused on her clenching gap, eager to get inside her.
But first, he slid a couple of fingers inside her, testing her and torturing her a bit more. She was so wet, his fingers came out of her coated in her essence, and he smiled pleased.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispered in her ear while nibbling and kissing her earlobe.
“Oh, yes… please…” she whimpered.
He shoved his fingers inside her again, going as deep as he could before he took them out again repeating it a few times, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Meanwhile, his lips and tongue were still playing with her delicious nipples. After a few moments, of sweet torture, he could tell she was on the verge of coming for him. Determined to take her there before taking her, he slid down her belly and captured her throbbing clit with his lips.
She let out a loud cry when she felt his mouth on her, the tickling feeling spreading through her clit and taking her over the edge. She had never felt anything like that.
Her whole body quivered underneath his touch and only then did he pull his jumpsuit off of his body, and rested his hard cock in her entrance. Her hips moved up to meet him, and he didn’t hesitate to slide it inside her. Inch by inch, his big, thick cock entered her wet pussy, stretching her walls to fit him, trying as hard as he could to go as slower than his body wanted. He was thicker than most men, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
But all his good intentions went straight to hell when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer to her, making him go all the way inside her.
He grunted, feeling the way her walls clenched around him, holding on to his last thread of self-control, as he started to thrust himself in and out of her, dragging her once more through the path to paradise. It didn’t take them much to fly over the edge, as wild waves of pleasure crashed on them, sending them swirling into a world of bliss.
With a few last thrusts, he poured himself deep inside, grunting and shuddering before he collapsed over her.
Elena felt his seed surging against her womb and to her surprise, she felt the tickling sensation once more. But this time, the feeling was much stronger and much more pleasant than what she had felt with his mouth. It enhanced her pleasure in a way she had never felt before, and for a few moments, she lost herself in the waves of pleasure it conjured inside her.
When she regained her senses, he was kissing her forehead. “Are you alright?” he asked, furrowing his brows.
“Yes… never been better,” she assured him, hugging him and hiding her face on his chest. But when her cheeks touched the bandages, she pulled back and looked at him. “Oh, god… your back… you must have torn it open again.”
He chuckled, a bit astounded with her concern with his wellbeing. No one had ever cared for him. “I’m fine, believe me. But you’ll see it for yourself when you take the bandages,” he added, with a mischievous grin.
She smiled and closed her eyes, her heart still thundering in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. In her whole life, she had only been with two men, and she had dated them for months before allowing them to make love to her. She couldn’t even say she knew the man still inside her. For god’s sake, she didn’t even know his name.
She let out a dry laugh that sounded a bit more hysterical than intended.
“What?” he asked, finally sliding out of her and rolling next to her.
“I just realized I don’t even know your name. How the hell is that possible?” she asked, with a frown.
He shrugged. “I guess we had other things on our minds,” he dismissed her concern. “It’s not like we’ve had the most normal days, lately. My name is Rafaroy, by the way.”
She nodded. “Yes, I guess you’re right, Rafaroy. My name is Elena.”
“It’s a pleasure knowing you Elena,” he assured her, kissing her shoulder.
Chills of thrill rushed down her spine. “How come I feel a tickling sensation each time you kiss me?” she asked him, too intrigued.
“A tickling sensation? That’s the first time anyone mentions it to me. I have no idea what it is. Are you sure of it?” he asked her, more intrigued than her.
“Of course, I’m sure. I had never felt anything like that. And when you came inside me, the feeling was even more intense.”
He frowned. “We’re supposed to have nanocybots on our saliva and semen, as well as we have it in our blood, but they are supposed to die once they’re out of our bodies,” he explained.
“Well, perhaps they don’t die immediately,” she said, not sure how she felt having microscopic robots inside her.
“Yes, I guess. But it’s the first time a woman mentions this to me.”
“Well, perhaps I’m more sensitive than others,” she said, though she wasn’t convinced, there wasn’t much she could do about it, other than avoiding his touch. That possibility felt so wrong, she didn’t even consider it. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life, and she intended to enjoy it as much as she could.
He tilted his head to look at her. “Will you help me with my bandages? I would like to clean them up.”
She sat up. “Of course. We better take a good look at that wound.”
He got up as well and sat in front of her, staying still, while she unwrapped the bandage. Like he had told her, the wound was much better. The whole was at least half what it was, and one couldn’t see the bones anymore.
“This is so much better.”
“I told you it would be. I’ve survived worse wounds,” he assured her.
“I really don’t understand why they don’t use this technology on humans,” she said, once more.
“You didn’t seem to like the idea of having some of my nanocybots inside you,” he pointed out. “The problem with nanocybots is they have a mind of their one, and they will work as they decide is best for you, even if you don’t agree with their decision. Humans aren’t about to let that happen.”
She sighed. “Yes, I guess you’re right. Come, I’ll go with you to where the water is. I could use some to wash myself,” she suggested, getting up.
They spent the night in each other’s arms after making love again. Once more, the pleasure he conjured in her was mind blowing, and for some blissful minutes, she was able to forget the world around them and all the problems that came with it.
After eating the rabbit’s left over from the night before, they left the abandoned city. Fortunately, it had stopped snowing, so their journey across the woods wasn’t that unpleasant. It was still very cold, but as they were heading down the mountains, the weather wasn’t as bad.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That night, they weren’t able to find a place to spend the night, so Rafaroy had to make a shelter using some tree branches. It was very cold, but staying next to his warm body was enough to stop her from freezing to death. He had hunted a couple of rabbits again, and she wasn’t able to hide her distaste.
“We need to change our diet. Isn’t there a river nearby? Somewhere we can get some fish?” she asked him, as she ate the rabbit for b
reakfast the following morning.
“There’s one, but we would have to make a small detour to get to it.”
“How long would it take us?” she asked, eating her last piece of meat.
“Like two hours, but I can’t assure you we’ll find fish in it,” he warned her.
“Most rivers around here, still have fish in them. Taucets have been smart not to destroy the planet’s natural resources,” she pointed out, licking one of her fingers. They hadn’t found water around their camp for washing.
“They depend on a planet’s resources,” he explained, picking up her hand and licking it himself.
She gasped, as chills of thrill rushed down her spine. “What are you doing?” she asked, barely able to utter the words.
He raised his eyes to look at her, with a naughty shine on them. “Cleaning up your fingers.”
“You don’t have to…” she moaned, as he swirled his tongue around her fingers.
“Oh, but I insist. You taste too delicious,” he assured her, sucking one of her fingers.
“Rafaroy… we have to go…” she protested, but her tone lacked conviction.
“I’m aware of that.”
But he continued to suck her fingers, turning every move into an intended seduction.
Suddenly, he pulled her into his lap and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue devouring her with a hunger impossible to satisfy.
Seconds later, he had pulled her jumpsuits down to her waist, and his lips had found her breasts. Kneading and kissing them he spiked her arousal to unexpected levels.
She moaned, tilting her head back, exposing herself even more to him, and he didn’t waste the chance to get her hard nipples inside his mouth, combining sucks and licks, kisses and nibbles until he had her rocking her hips, eager for more.
He pulled her clothes down to her ankles, and right there, in the middle of nowhere, under a few branches, he made her go down on his hard shaft.
With his hands on her hips, he helped her ride him, as fast and as deep as he could and soon they were both flying over the edge, dragged by the wild waves of pleasure and bliss.
Once more his seed turned every moment of pleasure into an epic occasion, blowing her mind and making her collapse over his chest, completely drained.
He kissed the top of her head and kept her there until she was able to breathe a bit better.
That day’s journey wasn’t as pleasant as the one from the day before. At mid-morning, it started to rain, and though he suggested that they stop and take cover, she rejected the idea. It was enough the time they were going to lose going down to the river, as to lose even more over a bit of rain.
He didn’t look very pleased but respected her wishes. By the time they reached the river, it had stopped raining, and the sun warmed up the afternoon a bit.
“I’ll take a bath while you fish for our dinner,” she told him, looking at the clear waters of the river.
“The water is too cold. You’ll freeze,” he warned her.
“Then, start a fire so I can warm up,” she told him, with a naughty grin. “I need to take a bath, desperately.”
He sighed and nodded.
Quickly, she took off all her clothes and entered the cold water. It was freezing, yes, but it was reinvigorating. She bathed as fast as possible, and when she came out, he had a big fire burning. She dried herself with her the clothes she had taken out and quickly put on the clean ones she had. She stayed a few more minutes next to the fire warming up before she went back to the river to wash the clothes she had been wearing.
Rafaroy was still in the middle of the river fishing their dinner and breakfast.
“Did you get anything?” she asked him, from the shore.
“Yes, a couple of salmons.” He took his hands out of the water and showed the fishes to her.
“Oh, that’s perfect. I’m so happy we came here.”
He smiled and went back to his work, while she went back to where they had set camp. That day, they were lucky enough to find a small cave next to the water that would provide them with enough shelter for the night.
After a few minutes he came out of the water with four fishes, he cleaned and put on sticks to roast on the fire.
“Would you take my bandages off? I’ll follow your example and take a bath while the food gets ready.”
“Yes, of course.”
A few minutes later, he was swimming in the river while she took care of the fishes. At some point, Rafaroy stood in the middle of the water and whistled at her.
Startled, she looked at him. “Someone is coming. Get my gun and don’t let it out of reach. I’ll be close, but out of sight,” he warned her before he disappeared under the water.
Scared, with her heart drumming in her chest, she forced herself to stay where she was, with Rafaroy’s gun at her side, praying she wouldn’t have to use it.
A few minutes later, two men showed up in her line of sight. The men saw her at the same time and frowned. Fortunately, they weren’t wearing uniforms, so she assumed they were just two guys hunting.
They spoke to each other before they approached her.
“Good evening, ma’am. You’re very far from home, don’t you think?” one of the men asked, with a slimy tone that sent chills down her spine.
“Good evening, gentlemen. You could say so, but that’s really none of your business.” She replied, in a cold tone.
“It’s very dangerous to be out here, all alone, especially for a woman, ma’am.” The man insisted.
“Who said I was alone? My husband is close by,” she said, in a very calm tone, that didn’t reveal just how nervous she was.
Both men looked around as if looking for her husband, not convinced he really existed. But then, one spotted Rafaroy’s boots and showed them to the other one.
“You should be careful, ma’am. There’s a fugitive cyborg in these woods. He’s armed and dangerous,” one of them warned her.
“Is that so? We didn’t hear anything about it,” she said, intrigued that Rafaroy’s escape was of public knowledge.
The other man gave his friend a nudge, silently ordering him to shut up. “We have some military friends. They told us.”
She realized the men were bounty hunters who were after Rafaroy. Those weren’t good news for them, and she tried to stay as calm.
“Ah, I see. Well, I assure you we haven’t seen any cyborg around here. In fact, I’ve never seen one in my life, at least, not off of the screens. Have you?” she asked them, with a candid smile.
“Yes, ma’am and they are very dangerous creatures, built to fight and unable to think rationally,” the most talkative guy replied, with a mix of fear and scorn on his tone.
She doubted they had seen a cyborg and surely they were attracted by the bounty on Rafaroy’s head. They wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
“I’ll make sure to tell my husband that,” she assured them, dismissing them.
One of the guys considered saying something more, but one look at the gun Elena had at her side, dissuaded him.
“Elena, is dinner ready?” Rafaroy’s voice echoed in the small beach, and both men almost jumped.
“Yes, sweetie, it’s ready,” she replied, in a loud tone, before she turned to look at the men. “If you wait a few more minutes, you’ll be able to meet my husband. He’s not very sociable, but I’m sure he won’t mind seeing you.” She was taking a risk asking them to stay, but her instinct was telling her they wouldn’t stick around. And they didn’t.
“There’s no need, ma’am. We’re already late. Have a good night.”
They turned around and disappeared in the same way they had come.
Rafaroy waited a few more minutes before he returned to where Elena was waiting for him. He wanted to be sure the men were long gone.
“That was close,” she protested when she saw him come from the river with the clean bandages on his hands.
“I know.” He nodded, taking a seat next to her, compl
etely naked. Like her, he had washed his ragged jumpsuit, but he didn’t have a clean one to put on. The ones she had were way too small for a man as big as him.
“There’s a price on your head,” she muttered, taking the fishes out of the fire.
“Yes, I concluded that as well. We have to avoid meeting other people. I usually realize when there are other people around us, but I could get distracted,” he said with a self-deprecating scowl.
“I’ve endangered you by wanting to come here,” she stated with a worried tone.
“Those two are no threat to me, but I would like to get out of here without adding the death of humans to my list of sins,” he replied, taking the fish she was offering him.
“When do you think we’ll be able to get to my town?” she asked, with a slight frown.
“Two more days, if we’re lucky,” he calculated.
“We will be,” she said, in a hopeful tone.
After dinner, she wrapped the bandages around his chest again, still amazed by his recovery. The wound was almost cured.
That night, Rafaroy didn’t sleep. He wasn’t sure the men had believed Elena’s story and their visit had been a wakeup call. He had been too distracted by her, and he hadn't noticed the men’s presence until it was almost too late. He couldn’t afford to make more mistakes like that one. He had gone too far to fall back as a human’s prisoner.
In the middle of the night, Elena opened her eyes and looked at him. “You look worried.”
“Go back to sleep, I’m fine.”
“What would happen to you if you were captured by the soldiers?” she asked. She had been sleeping on his chest like she had since they had made love for the first time.
“Jarcor, the first cyborg able to escape from human’s control was captured the first time he tried to escape,” he explained. “He knew the probabilities of being captured were high, but he had been doing some secondary programming to his chips and circuitry the humans weren’t able to detect. That programming would give him access to all the codes and passwords he would need to access the main control system.”