Star Navigator

by Naomi Lucas

  She swallowed. “Then how would you know?” And she lost her breath as a mischievous glint sparkled in his illusory eyes.

  “I’m corrupted.” Atlas took a half step away from her. “Does that frighten you? I have seen countless depictions of men and women fucking on the network.”

  “Like a computer virus?” When all he did was smile down at her, she frowned. “Can you get a virus?”

  “My mind is corrupted, not my systems. To me, it’s all one and the same.”

  Reina knew it should have bothered her but all she could focus on was the aching need between her legs, the crazy desire brought to mind when she looked at his body. The thought of Atlas pressing her down into the bed and driving his hard steel into her and up into her mind. His fingers gripping the hair he so desperately wanted to touch as he kept to his promise and exhausted her beyond all thought. Beyond everything else that wasn’t him.

  She could feel him charge through her. An electric rush of lust.

  “It makes me want you even more.” A breathy laugh escaped her. “I have never taken a man’s virginity before. A man who is a virgin? I thought they were myths. I think it should be me who is corrupted, and I will corrupt you.”

  “Oh, Reina, you don’t even know. Your innocence is damningly attractive, and you have never been with a Cyborg before. Every woman is a virgin until they’ve had a Cyborg between their legs.”

  “So what you’re saying,” Reina couldn’t keep the hysterical laughter out of her voice or the image that came to mind, “is that once you go Cyborg, you never go back?”

  “Once you go Cyborg, there is no going back.”

  “Is that a threat, Atlas?” He stepped closer to her, she stepped back.

  “It’s a promise.”

  “A promise of what exactly? That if I strip for you, let you fill my head with erotic thoughts, that I’m giving you ownership over my body? That you, a being with no body, can claim me?”

  “Does that scare you? Are you willing to risk it?”

  Reina twisted her fingers through her hair, releasing it from its restraints and letting it fall around her shoulders. I’m crazy.

  She turned her back to Atlas and looked at her empty bed and when she closed her eyes, all she heard was an empty room. After a moment, she took off of her jacket and let it fall to the floor, the soft thump of stiff cotton the only sound that greeted her.

  “I’ll risk it.”

  Thousands.

  Without looking back at the man behind her, she bent forward and tugged down her pants, exposing her butt and legs to his sight. Her fingers hooked the cloth of her shirt and she pulled it over her head.

  “You risk a lot.”

  Completely naked except for her undergarments.

  Without looking to see if Atlas was still watching her, Reina crawled onto her bed and lay back suggestively, reaching her hands up to spread her locks across the pillow. Her eyes closed tight.

  His voice filled her ears and she was vaguely aware of the lights dimming around her.

  “Let me see what’s mine tonight, Reina. Unclasp your bra.” She shivered from his gruff demand. “And spread your legs.”

  With just a twisted whisper filling her head, she knew, without a doubt, that she had just given herself wholeheartedly to a Cyborg.

  But not just any Cyborg, Atlas, the sentient intelligence who didn’t want things from her that she couldn’t give. Who had accompanied her on her foolhardy quest. The man who was her navigator through the stars, and guide as she became something more than human.

  Reina opened her eyes and spread her legs, practically feeling him burn a hole through her drenched panties with just his gaze. If his eyes could penetrate her physically, she was certain she would have been impaled by him already.

  Electric, delicious heat shot through her body. She arched as she pulled off her bra, letting her breasts fall free and be exposed to his hungry eyes.

  She dropped her head back as his airy form crawled over her. He caged her.

  “Why me?” she asked. “There is nothing special or unique about me except for my odd genetic condition.”

  Atlas was close enough that she could see thousands of streaming numbers glide over his body, tiny rivulets of code, and minuscule patterns of circuitry she had failed to notice on previous occasions.

  He is so beautiful and we’re so crazy.

  “You have too much self-doubt, Reina. What you should be asking yourself is, ‘Why him?’” She watched as his stark, monochrome eyes locked with hers as he ghosted his mouth over her shivering breasts. His lips ran over her nipples, touching her but not touching her at the same time. “Your tits. I’d love to see them bounce under me.”

  “You don’t ask anything from me,” she said, sliding her hands up and cupping her breasts.

  He answered, “And you see me as if I’m still alive.”

  Reina leaned up and watched him worship her body, and when his eyes left the tight nipples, desperately waiting for a mouth that wasn’t there to land on her still clothed sex, she brought her knees up and exposed herself completely. Almost.

  “Do you want to see what’s yours tonight?”

  “Forever.” He amended and leaned over her, catching her gaze again before looking at her clothed sex. “I already can. Your panties are soaked and leave little to the imagination.” His finger ghosted over it. “Did I do this to you?” His voice was hard.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Fantasizing about you makes this happen to me.”

  He continued to stare at her aching sex between her legs, his fingers whispering over her. She clenched and he grinned. She undulated and his eyes went hard.

  “Touch yourself for me. Tell me what you were thinking about in the shower when you said my name.”

  She leaned back into the bedding, willing the tension in her muscles to dissolve away as she cupped her neck with her hands and gently rolled them down her shivering body. Reina closed her eyes as her hands found her breasts again and rounded them, lightly squeezing them for her pleasure and his satisfaction alone.

  Her nipples tightened painfully at the thought of Atlas’s hand ravaging her sex.

  She rolled her tits with a moan. “I want your fingers in me.”

  “More.”

  The demand made her melt. It was easier to pretend he wasn’t right there when she refused to open her eyes, but relishing in the fact that he was there and he was watching every move she made with every ounce of his attention.

  “I thought of you with me. You were behind me and squeezing my breasts like I’m doing now.”

  “And what else?” his voice was in her ear and she shook her head. Her heart raced, reminding her that the silence between his words was a false silence.

  She slid her hands down her smooth stomach and over her pelvic bones until her hands came together like an arrow between her legs and framed her clenching feminine heat, desperately willing–wanting his heavy cock to penetrate her.

  “I touched myself to depraved thoughts of us together. I came on my fingers with you on my mind,” Reina moaned out embarrassingly.

  “You can’t stop there, sweetheart. Remove your panties and show me.”

  Reina twisted her legs and arched up, doing what she was told. She felt Atlas shoot up into the circuitry in her head as her fingertips found her clit.

  “I thought of you taking advantage of me.”

  “Fuck, you’re glistening. Pink and wet. I bet you’re hot. Tight. Aching and desperate.” His groan came from lower on the bed. She continued to rub herself, her desire shooting up at his words. “A perfect tight fit for a hard fuck. Can you take me, Reina?”

  She shivered. “I can try.”

  “You’ll have to do better than that. Slide your finger inside your tiny pussy and prove it to me.”

  Reina let his demands lead her to hell. She slid her index finger all the way in.

  “I can take you.”

  “Are you sure? A Cyborg isn’t just ‘taken,’ t
hey break in.” He growled as she arched back up off the bed and moaned, imagining him doing just that. She clenched around her finger as her thumb sought her clit again. “You like that, don’t you? I would have to spend countless hours riding you before you could come close to fitting me.”

  “Yes,” she barely managed to moan. I want that.

  “I would demand submission.” His voice steely again. “Turn over and on your knees. Stick your ass up in the air.” As if he positioned her body himself, she flipped and complied, feeling heady in her wanton exposure. “Did you imagine me–keep fucking your finger–did you think of me pushing inside you, stretching you?”

  “Yes,” Reina hissed into the pillow. “I thought of you mounting me. I thought of you using me. It was just a fantasy.” She tried to explain breathlessly. “You took me from behind.”

  “Interesting choice of words. Mounting. You’re dripping, tell me why.”

  She didn’t think she could.

  Her thoughts no longer belonged to her but to her half-crazed desire and the demandingly rough, robotic voice that accompanied it. Every nerve ending was sparking and she could feel her body straining into a crescendo. She could feel the torturously empty space within her that she needed Atlas to fill.

  “Reina, your silence is pissing me off. You don’t want to know what I’d do to you if you upset me.”

  She cried, slamming another finger inside her, spreading herself out for his view. “I do want to know!” She turned her head to the side and looked back at him. “I want you to fuck me like a beast. I want you to spread me impossibly wide. I want to be filled up by every inch of you.” She continued, “In the shower, I thought of you bending me over and taking me like a doll, thrusting into me and not just within my body, but within my mind as well. I fantasized about being branded by you, but not just physically, mentally.” She let out a strangled breath. “From the moment we were thrust together within these walls. You have been in the forefront of my mind and I don’t know why. So yes, I do want to know what you would do if you’re upset.”

  Reina turned her head away breaking contact with him and rolled her fingers inside her heat. Coaxing out her essence over her pink lips and onto her thighs, enjoying the fact that it was probably making Atlas as crazy as she was.

  “Do you really? That’s quite a speech for a girl who is getting off from my voice and even my threats.” He grunted softly as she swayed her backside to distract him. “I’ve thought about you too.”

  She didn’t know how to respond to that.

  She lifted her hips higher on the bed, giving in to the vulnerability of the position and the incredible power she had over the situation. The caress of static electricity went through her again as every goosebump and prickle on her skin chilled the heat coursing through her.

  Reina faintly knew he was watching her raptly work her pussy right before his eyes. His incorporeal hands trailing over her parted thighs.

  “I wish you could take over.”

  “Me too, sweetheart.” He breathed deeply, his voice low with barely controllable restraint and longing–and wicked promise. “It won’t be long now. Cum for me Reina, climax only for me. Let me see what I do to you when all I have is my voice.”

  Her desire thrummed as her robotic hand was held beneath her, its weight a distraction. Reina pressed a third finger into her with a screech, biting the synthetic cotton to dampen her moans.

  “Roll those fingers inside you, then release and thrust them back in, add a fourth if you think you can handle me.” She complied, her hand slick with desire. Reina tried to add a fourth, testing it out but found the pressure too much. “Pretend they are my fingers,” he whispered from behind her. “Imagine my hands gripping your thighs and spreading you apart.”

  “Atlas.” She bit the sheets.

  “My tongue would glide up your leg, from behind your knee, savoring your skin only to end buried in your cunt. Penetrating you how I would with my huge cock. You haven’t proved that you can handle it. But my tongue would be wetter, softer, urgent, and painfully slower.”

  Reina pressed her thumb into her clit and shuddered, rolling it leisurely, trying to take some of the ache within her body away.

  “I want you so bad.” She writhed her hips, fucking her own hand.

  Her Cyborg responded with a frustrated groan of his own. “Reina, after I've drunk you down, my mouth filled with the only taste I ever want on my tongue, I would hook your legs around me, spreading you wide and unhindered and I would fuck you the way you want it most. I would use you like a beast until I broke you down, and once you’ve had enough, I would continue.”

  Reina screamed into her pillow as she finally came. She fell forward into a fetal position as her body convulsed, shaking from a depraved desire hidden deep within herself that Atlas was slowly bringing to light.

  “Put your fingers in your mouth and tell me what you taste like.”

  Reina brought her hand to her lips and suckled her finger.

  “Salty.”

  “Good girl, Captain.”

  She curled up into a ball until her erratic pulse slowed down to a breathy simmer. Her body was slick with sweat and for a half-second, she was glad that Atlas couldn’t smell the musk of her desire.

  Sometime later, she couldn’t tell how long, Reina uncurled herself and turned around to face the sentient projection who haunted her.

  He sat with his back turned away from her, staring out into the soft gloom of the room. Unconsciously she reached out to run her fingers down his back, only to find her hand ghost through him.

  ATLAS TURNED TO THE naked, vulnerable girl curled up in the bed next to him. He could sense her hands penetrate the projection of his body before he saw them slip through him.

  Reina caught his eyes with uncertainty, the flush of her release still painting her pale skin, and he looked at her slowly from head to toe. Frustrated and hungry for something that was just beyond his reach.

  “Atlas? Are you all right? Did I do something wrong?” She sat up slowly, curling her knees under her but careful to not sway into his fake form. Sometimes barriers were a luxury that the living didn’t realize they had. There were no barriers between him and Reina, not even that of skin and bone and metal.

  He chose not to answer her questions–they were redundant and self-doubting.

  I will have to build her self-confidence. She should never have to ask me for reassurance. Atlas looked back at her and smiled.

  “Do you want to know something funny?”

  She shared a small smile back and nodded.

  “I’m not actually sitting on this bed.”

  Reina’s eyes glinted with a mischief that could almost match his own. “I know that. I’m pretty sure these beds aren't built to withstand your weight.”

  “Are you calling me fat?” Atlas mock gasped.

  “Very fat.”

  He laughed. “Only my cock. Our bedroom talk needs improvement. I suppose we have the rest of our lives to work on it. You are so beautiful, flushed and ruined in this bed. I would give the moon and stars to kiss away that pout on your lips. I want you to teach me how to kiss.” Atlas watched as Reina turned away and fell back on the bed, curling her body within the disrupted bedding. She scooted over until her back hit the wall.

  “If you’re going to be a downer, at least do it while you’re pretending to lie down next to me.” She huffed and patted the empty space between her and the unit in the middle of the room, allowing him unhindered to join her. Atlas lay stiffly beside her.

  “I only tell you the truth.” And he thought about his body being brought to life somewhere below them, wondering if omitting that detail was, in fact, a lie.

  Without realizing what he was doing, he channeled into his weakened half-life of a corpse, and felt the sickening spikes of pain that only death could bring on. Atlas shut himself off to it, willing his body to remain alive, to continue healing itself until his heart was linked inside of him.

  He looked
over at the girl staring at him. Atlas could see himself in her eyes. He reached over and pretended to caress her arm, knowing it only brought comfort to her.

  “What’s your special ability?” That threw him off-guard. “You promised to tell me if I gave you control of the ballistics.” He watched as she snuggled herself into the sheets, settling in.

  “Magnets.” Instantly missing it, instantly pouring himself back into his half-dead shell and feeling the pain of death all over again.

  “Magnets? What did you do with them?”

  “I was built as a walking, talking, high-frequency malicious electromagnetic generator, with antenna systems that could focus my efforts in specific arenas or targets. Remember in my report that I was part of the shield and disrupter division? It’s because I did both. They would send me in because the closer I was to the source I was blacking out, the more effective I was. The Trentians, and even most humans, do not have adequate defenses to electromagnetic warfare. I could destroy every electric weapon for leagues, I could black out every computer and system in my sight, and I could even target specific equipment so I would not hurt our own resources. The team I was with protected themselves with surge protectors and solid metal screens embedded in their armor.”

  “That’s impressive...you sound like you miss it.”

  “I was built for front-line warfare. Of course, I miss it. Watching the stage go black, the whites of my enemies’ eyes widen and fill with fear, as they couldn’t quite grasp fast enough what was happening. It was exhilarating. Killing for a cause was exhilarating, even if it wasn’t my own.”

  “Would you do it all over? Even if it meant losing your body?”

  Atlas had to think about that. Would he do it over? He was created for it, it was his purpose upon his birth, and the main source of his years of training. He knew what he was and what he was meant to do without a doubt from the early years of his mechanical life. Regardless, it had all brought him to this moment in time, lying in a bed with a beautiful girl almost in his arms.

  “I would do it all over again.” He paused. “There is nothing I would change.” Atlas looked down at his captain. “Is there anything you would change?”