by Naomi Lucas
“Atlas, you’re dirty.”
He stopped and faced her. “So are you.”
“We’re both really dirty.”
Atlas smiled as she looked down at herself.
“–Please stay. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
“Neither do I, Captain.” Atlas rushed back to her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the shower.
Chapter Twenty:
Reina felt a terrible burden rise from her chest. The door to the small bathroom slid shut behind them. Everything changed with her plea for him to stay.
She didn’t want to think of everything that got them to this moment, but her wariness still pulled at her mind. “No one is watching the bridge, nor the scans,” Reina reminded him. “Auto-pilot won’t stop the ship from potential danger.”
Atlas looked down at her, she was still cradled in his arms, and there was an inferno raging within his expression. Intent male prowess haloed him. It looked dangerous. It felt dangerous. It was dangerous.
“I’ve taken care of it.” He left it at that and it wasn’t enough for her, not anymore.
“What do you mean? What did you do?”
He held her hard as if she might slip away, and she couldn’t blame him. Reina couldn’t even begin to imagine.
“I’ve charted a closed circle around several nearby planets.”
Oh. Reina took him in as he just stood there, unmoving, in the tight chamber. Atlas was a super-soldier virgin. One who had never touched a woman before her, who hadn’t even felt physical contact in over seventy years.
She carefully wiggled out of his embrace and stepped toward the shower, nervous and exhilarated that he might pounce on her. That the desire she felt for him would forgive him of any trespass.
Reina closed her eyes briefly, knowing that. She turned the shower on, opening her eyes to watch the water spray behind the thick glass enclosure. Atlas’s reflection was directly behind her, towering over her. She looked like a drowned rat and he looked like the undead.
“Let me be your Adjustable Thickness, Length, and Size.”
She laughed. “Really, Cyborg?”
She immediately felt the thick club of his cock press into her back, powerful enough to push her slightly forward.
“Is that answer enough for you?” He groaned. Reina leaned back into him encouragingly.
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She knew full well he could.
Atlas continued, his voice low and dark, promising and heavy, “I don’t know my own strength anymore. I feel like I could kill us both with how badly I want to ravage you right now.” His hands found her hips and gripped her tightly. Reina clutched the edge of the glass door as he probed her. Amongst the ruin of her body and the bright red autopsy incision marking his chest, her thighs pressed tight together, trying to relieve the aching unfilled heat of her channel.
The pressure was unbearable as steam rose up from the water in front of her and plastered every surface of the small space. “That.” She bumped up as he ground down, his Cyborg erection straining against her butt. So hard. “Is lust, desire, heat, insatiable wanting,” she said, losing herself in the gyration of their dance.
Atlas breathed deeply against her neck. She maneuvered around and took the lead. The sound of a thousand droplets of water hitting the metal floor filled her ears.
Reina leaned against the glass, fingering her musty undershirt. “Do you remember the feel of water? Hot water?” she asked, tugging the material over her head. “Hot water sliding across your skin, drenching your hair, and heating up your body?” Her fingers unclasped her bra, letting it drop. “Do you remember steam making it hard to breathe as your mouth fills up with the humidity of it?” She canted her head, watching his face.
He wasn’t looking at her, but at her exposed body. She could feel him drink her in. Every taut dip and groove memorized and eaten up in the glint of his eyes.
She continued, “Do you remember the feel of damp skin and the taste of wet? As you lift your head up, your eyes closed, into a current of rushing water? Your mouth parted ever so slightly because it’s hard to inhale? It feels like heaven.” Reina reached for him.
Softly, slowly, she unbuckled the pants of his suit, the hard contrast of under armor to his waxen, velvety skin. Her fingers relieved him of his various armaments, additional clips, tubes of various substances, and even a grenade. She rounded him, tracing the tips of her fingers over his remaining straps until every article lay on the floor between them.
He helped save her life, at the expense of his own hard-earned one. That was more than love for her.
That was everything.
“Touch me,” Atlas grated, every muscle tense and tight, bulked up with a thread of restraint. Reina, still standing behind him, tugged her panties off, soaked with her essence and held them under his nose.
Atlas jerked, grasping the material, smothering his face in it. “Touch me, Reina.”
She moved to his side and watched as he sucked in the scent and taste of her underwear.
“Where?” she asked softly.
“Everywhere.”
Reina clasped his hand and placed a kiss over his heart.
He pushed her under the water with his heavy hands clutching her. Atlas backed her up under the cascade until they both fit.
An inhuman sound of ecstasy bounced off the walls as water cloaked them like a third lover. Atlas let go of her, leaning back as tendrils of the sanitized liquid flowed over the curves of his muscles, sizzling and evaporating soon after from the incredible heat he emitted.
Something even hotter and denser hit her belly. She looked down in shock as Atlas came all over her, each spurt of accompanied with a moan. His hands reached for her as it continued, as he continued releasing on her. Milky, dripping, pale cream blended with the water and ran down her body.
Atlas was lost in bliss as she was lost in watching him.
“The water,” his voice raspy and tight. “The water and you. I couldn’t stop.” Atlas rocked into her.
“You couldn’t help yourself.”
“Oh I could,” he objected. “Just didn’t want to. I’ve been tortured with thoughts of you. My hardest battle to date was stopping myself from taking you amongst the carnage of Antix.”
“I wanted you then. I wouldn’t have stopped you.” Her stomach fluttered, remembering that dangerous moment, remembering how badly she had needed him then.
Atlas opened his eyes when his ejaculation ended. He placed his hands on her again, touching her all over with a virginal fascination. He tweaked and pinched her nipples, groped the buds of her breasts, before he reached the tiny curls around her mound. Atlas tugged at the barely grippable satin hair that only peaked at her front. She was smooth the rest of the way down.
His hands roamed up to grasp her waist and squeeze, lifting her off her feet.
“You wouldn’t have wanted me after I was done,” he warned. “I would have brought you to your knees.” Atlas’s hands rounded her buttocks, digging his nails in before he reached up and found the wet strands of her hair dripping over her shoulders and tugged.
“You’re all talk,” she challenged, goading the almost undead.
Atlas flipped her around. The water from above cut off. Reina couldn’t stop herself from whimpering, brought low by her need for him. She was tense and on edge, ruled by a basic instinct.
His long, stiff, mechanical shaft pushed between her clenched thighs, her hips hit the wet wall as his knees bent to match her height and find her tight, desperate pussy. There was no foreplay–no time for it as the heavy head of his dick found her pulsating entrance and penetrated it. Atlas stretched her painfully until her legs parted in surrender. Her only reward was a thrust, making her toes, once again, come off the ground, but this time from impalement.
Reina was held up only by his hands and his cock, slipping up the wall.
She shrieked from the onslaught as her toes urgent
ly sought the ground until her knees bent and her calves gripped him around his hips.
“You told me once you could take me, Captain.” His hard hands found her tits and pinched. “I told you I was corrupted, and now that I’ve found paradise between your legs, I don’t think there is any way to fix me,” he threatened in her ear.
Atlas held her up as she writhed on him and flailed against the wall like a snake, trying desperately to adjust to him, trying urgently to find a place to hold onto. He didn’t move; he didn’t need to. Reina was frantically moving enough for the two of them.
She couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as she succumbed to the tiny space and the two of them.
“I was wrong,” Reina admitted, almost biting the metal wall of her ship, knowing it was impossible.
If it couldn’t get more intense, Atlas shifted inside her tightness. Reina could feel him expanding.
“You said you could take me.” He repeated in her ear, waiting for her fall from power. “I told you being with a Cyborg was not the same as being with a man–limited with his biology.” Atlas gnawed over her dampened skin, licking where he nipped.
Reina raged with indignation. “I told you I could take it! Unlike you,” she freed, “I don’t lie.” Her voice held a sharp edge to it she had never heard before.
His cock began to vibrate inside her stretched channel, and every bruising, untried thrust afterward demanded that she took more of his length.
“So idiotic,” Atlas answered, pressing his mouth into her neck, scraping his teeth over her skin, “to bait me.”
She was pressed into the wall, between a rock and a hard place, the dew on her lips kissing the barrier with each moan and urgent movement between them. Reina slipped up and down the slick metal. Her body began to zing with tiny electrical currents from the forceful contact. It slipped from her ship in soft waves, into and out of her and Atlas.
Reina no longer recognized the sounds they made as they moved in tandem. And if the sizzling, frenzied pistoning of Atlas’s cock wasn’t enough, he grew bigger inside her. Tears trickled down her cheeks as he loosened his grip on her and settled her on her feet, still holding her up.
They caught their breaths, as he slid open the stall door and lowered them to the floor. She turned around in his arms to straddle him as he leaned against the wall. Reina mounted his thick, vibrating, Cyborg shaft in one quick movement.
“I want to watch you break on me, wrapped around my cock,” he said eerily, his voice low and harsh, and very not out-of-breath.
Reina caught his eye and for a perverse moment, she only saw Atlas as sex, her robot toy. He held her waist, helping her ride him until she came all over his thick shaft. Her body milked him for all his seed.
Atlas hadn’t stopped intermittently coming since they began, and the thick, white sperm was all over her legs. It burned hot and velvety inside her.
His cock resonated faster inside her pussy, forcing her continuous spasms.
He watched her with possessive awe, like she was something he could get lost in, like she was the first cybernetic being who willingly lost control. Until she shook and fought him to release her, unable to take another shudder.
Her head fell against his chest in exhausted defeat.
“Please,” she begged over his broken skin.
“I like feeling you clench around me.”
Reina yelped as he forced one more out of her, all while caressing her back, her bent legs, following down to massage her healing feet, only to run his hands ever so slowly back up and end with his hands twirling her damp hair.
She relaxed into him.
Neither of them moved, content to be connected, comforting each other. They stayed holding each other on the floor until the water dried on their skin and the metal went cold around them. She must have dozed off at one point because she was unexpectedly jostled awake, being carried to her bed.
Reina peered up at him as he laid her down gently and joined her in bed. It was just big enough to hold them comfortably. Atlas rolled the thin blanket over them as she adjusted to curl under his arm and into his chest.
“You’re comfortable to snuggle into,” she said.
“Am I?”
“Hard men, hard bodies are never comfortable,” she murmured tiredly. “But you are.”
Atlas stroked her hair. “I’m glad.”
Reina looked down at them and at the billowed blanket that covered their entwined bodies. She moved her leg to drape over him as both her hands curled up under her chin.
“Get some sleep, Captain.”
She wiggled closer to him, feeling strangely protected from everything in this unknown part of the universe, being under his arm. But sleep wouldn’t come. It wasn’t from the aches that her body had endured but from not wanting to lose this time with him, afraid it was still just a dream, and when she woke up, he would only be a projection again.
Slowly, wondrously, she felt the hardened muscles of her Cyborg relax and soften next to her. Maybe he feels safe with me too? His fingers continued to comb her drying hair.
“Kyle Atlas?” Reina said his full name for the first time. “Do you sleep?” His hand moved down to trace the outline of her ear.
“I do, but I don’t remember how. It’s been so long,” he admitted.
Reina looked up at him, finding his eyes briefly, before settling back against him. She kept her voice low and soothing, “Close your eyes.” She waited a moment before continuing, her mouth pressed into his side, placing small delicate kisses on his skin. “Relax every muscle in your body, imagine yourself floating in zero gravity. Feel every piece of yourself let go. Your toes,” Reina whispered, “your knees fall open, your shoulders sag, let your neck loosen.” Reina followed her own instructions. The pressure of everything lifted away from their bubble. “Exhale all your worries through your mouth, let Eden in through your nose. Release the tension of your fingers.” Atlas stopped petting her. “Let your mind wander into the mist.”
His breaths deepened as Reina filled herself with his clean, mechanical scent.
“Know that I’m right here. That you’re safe and protected, loved,” she lowered her voice even more. “And everything will be the same as it is now in the morning.”
She said that more for herself than for him. Reina lay there throughout the night, keeping her promise. Protecting him, the ship, and their future while he found oblivion in unconsciousness.
Chapter Twenty-One:
Atlas woke up, for the first time since his death, feeling like himself.
Every bone in his body, every metal rod and internal frame, every nanocell of his being ached, but he felt like himself. Better than himself. Relaxed, comfortable, and complete. It was a dream. He really had let Eden in through his breaths.
He looked down at Reina.
She wasn’t there.
Atlas stood up, feeling the cotton material of the blanket cascade down his body as he located his discarded, worn, and torn pants. He tugged them on.
He knew where she was; after all, he had an elaborate surveillance system throughout the ship, designed by the best cybernetic engineers and himself to travel through. Her heat source was in the bridge. The autopilot was off. The continuous circle he charted was now beyond his scope. Reina had charted a new course.
Atlas looked at the rumpled bed.
I’m never sleeping again. He told himself, although knowing it was a lie, having forgotten what it was like to dream. His mind had brought him back to the days of his newborn-hood, learning how to control magnetic fields, manipulating them, maneuvering susceptible objects with his internal antennas. He buckled his belt, smiling, remembering his childhood with fondness.
Except in his dream, he wasn’t maneuvering objects; he was maneuvering Reina. All over his cock, her sheath open and ready for him from every angle he imagined. What would his adolescent weeks have been like? Practicing his power on her cunt rather than on the magnetic objects around him.
They were aw
akened as adults, after all, with math, language, culture, history, and even loyalty already programmed in them.
Atlas didn’t think he could have gone to war after experiencing what she had to offer. It was a good thing they trained in isolation after awakening.
His bare feet thumped over the ground as he made his way toward her. The contact made him... exuberant?
He entered the bridge and headed straight for her. She lifted her head to catch his eyes as he approached with intent.
“You left the bed.”
“I got bored.” She smiled.
“Should’ve woken me up. Boredom would have been the last thing on your mind.” He teased, waving the holographic screens of the captain’s chair away. She watched him with annoyance, her hand poised to bring the screens back.
Atlas caught her and lifted her up, taking the seat and placing her on his lap. His eyes fell to her caged-in breasts, pushing against the fabric of her flight suit.
“We have a job to do!” She struggled. “This is my chair.”
“Hrmm, but we’re alone and this feels so good.” He held her on him, belting her with one arm as the other pulled her hair out of her tight bun. Soap and oatmeal perfumed the air from its release.
“This is against all protocol. Your cock is bruising to sit on.” Reina turned to face him. “Atlas, we need to monitor the images. We have,” she gasped. “Strict orders.”
“Oh yes. Strict orders. My cock wouldn’t be hurting you if it was where it belonged. If you had stayed in bed, this wouldn’t be an emergency you needed to deal with.” He reached between them and unclipped his pants, letting his heavy shaft loose before he lifted Reina up just enough to tear down her flight pants.
His captain didn’t resist him.
Her hands left his body to grab the armrests of her chair as he slowly, deliberately, slid her tight pussy onto him. She leaned forward just a little as his hands spread her ass open, and his eyes watched the excruciating descent of her tiny female channel take him in. Inch by inch.
She sat on him, stiffly, unmoving as she adjusted to him. They were both staring forward, out into the panoramic view of dead space, breathing deeply and hearts pounding.