by Naomi Lucas
She wanted to tell him that she loved him. The tip of her tongue tingled with the unspoken declaration. Norah knew her courage had its limits and she had no idea how to deal with the new emotions that had risen inside of her. She wanted to ask if Cyborgs were capable of love. If they cared for more than what they were programmed to care for. She wanted to ask him a lot of things.
Norah chose to kiss his fingers back.
She used the Cyborg as support as she adjusted her position to straddle his lap. He lifted his hand away from her face as she took hold of the poncho and tugged it over her head.
It was her only covering.
Norah bared her naked, mostly dry body underneath. Stryker took the poncho and placed it behind his back, ensuring it wouldn’t fly away. She lost her will to breathe as he judged her nudity, her vulnerability.
She watched as his eyes roved over her, over every muscle and curve she had. Norah straightened her back, her stomach filled up with butterflies as he took in all her female secrets. Her nakedness stood in stark contrast to his armor beneath her.
The heat between her legs intensified as she pictured riding the Cyborg as the armored man he was, her body taking in the dark violence he exhibited, each weapon, every knife, bullet, and buckle being ridden hard; worshipping the man that he was: her man-made soldier.
A hard piece of tech. A snake that muzzled his bite.
Norah had never felt so empty. She clenched her crux, trying to dampen the heady want inside her, only to drive herself crazy with the thought of conquering his manhood between her legs.
“So beautiful,” his voice low beneath his band. His hands came up to cup her breasts. “Full. So fucking full.” Norah leaned into him and moaned. Stryker tweaked her nipples and it sent bolts of pleasure straight through her. He kept on kneading her chest, exploring and squeezing, cupping and rubbing.
“I’m glad you like them,” she barely managed to get the words out.
“I’m glad you graced me with them.” He pushed them together and her sex went into overdrive. “Your tits are meant to be worshiped. If I was created with more thought, I don’t think you could stop me from sucking on them.” Norah sucked in her stomach at his words, imagining him pushing her up against a tree and taking those liberties.
“Would you?”
He captured her with his eyes. “Yeah.”
Norah laughed amidst the heat between them. It could liquefy caramel. His brows twitched and she would have sworn on her life that he grinned under his mask.
Thunder broke the moment.
She shifted into the crook of his groin until her sex was poised atop his dick. She felt it easily, the pressure hard and elongated through his armor. It drove her mad.
“I don’t think I can wait. I want you so bad, it hurts,” she breathed. “I just want you inside of me. I don’t care about anything else. I think I might die if you’re not inside of me soon, Stryker.” His name came out as a moan. It was a sickening feeling, knowing you were so turned on that nothing else mattered. Nothing else.
He flicked her tits, rolling his thumbs over the taut peaks slowly only to build up to a torturous speed, forcing her to grab his shoulders and hold on as she ground herself against his armor plating. Everything chaffed between her thighs, building up a frenzy of getting the weapon that he was inside of her.
Thank you. He released her breasts and lifted up, thrusting his pants down, and she felt the slither of his under-armor slide away. Norah didn’t question it, she just acknowledged the advanced technology for what it was.
A hard and burning erection sprang free and slapped against her opening.
Thunder screamed around them, filling her ears until it fueled the quickfire desire and energy inside of her. She reached down and grasped Stryker’s dick. It was thick, and it bulged slightly at the middle. Her palm ran up and down the smooth skin, finding no body hair nor veins along his shaft. It was a heated porcelain statue in her grip.
Stryker knocked his head back against the tree, letting out a low groan. The blue light of his eyes disappeared and left them both in a beautiful darkness. Norah reached up and found his head, banging into the trunk, over and over.
What the? “Are you okay? Why are you doing that?”
The light came back. “Yes. Control.” He stopped.
She rubbed herself back and forth over his erection. “Are you sure?”
His eyes narrowed down at hers. “You have no idea.”
Strong hands clasped her hips and thrust her down. Norah squeaked as the burning metal between her legs shot through her system. Static jolts jumped through her. Her hair stood on end. Stryker lifted her up and lined his thick tip against her opening. She felt the slick damp of her essence as his dick slipped over her skin.
She reached down and lined him up and lowered herself over him. She threw her head back and watched the lightning flicker behind her eyelids as she took in the Cyborg inside her.
Norah took her time as she adjusted to fit the inhuman erection. Hot as Hell, thick enough to stretch her to the edge of pain, and longer than she ever thought was possible. She gave everything she had to adjust to Stryker’s size. His hands gripped her hips tightly just as she settled on top of him.
Sweat drenched her brow. The empty pain was gone and replaced by fulfillment.
Thank you. Fingers dug themselves into her sides as she mustered enough courage to look the Cyborg in his brilliant blue eyes. Furrowed brows and wild eyes met hers.
I’m going to lose my mind. Her heart raced as the storm picked up around them.
Stryker thrust his head back violently. Norah licked the sweat off her lips.
He lifted her up and speared back in her. She screamed as she was forced to take him as she took over the rhythm, lifting herself on her knees only to slide back down. Norah rode him, his dick was her saddle, and she found a desperate, crazed need bloom. A spurt of precum shot deep inside of her, it burned hotter than anything else.
Norah bounced. Thank you. He thrust up and met her with each clash. Thank you.
She continued until sparks shot off the branches around them, hit by a bolt of lightning that neither of them had noticed. Her body tensed.
“Yes, that’s it, babe,” she heard him grunt as she rocked back and forth, driving her clit against Stryker’s hard body.
Norah braced her arms behind her, using the Cyborg’s legs for balance, and found bliss. The moment his thick, metal head slid across her g-spot, she screamed into the storm. Her body rocked with an orgasm she milked from his weaponized frame. Hot, heavy, and violent.
The pressure in her heart lifted.
Only to return when she jerked above him, prolonging every wave and spasm, and his arms enfolded her in a heated embrace. She felt more than heard his head smack into the tree, a crunch that was joined with a burst of seed. She was held tight as the Cyborg came inside her. His shaft jerked and twitched. Until she felt his cum flood over her swollen flesh and leak out over their thighs.
He let out a long, guttural moan as his arms tightened around her, pressing her breasts hard against his still-clothed chest. Heat radiated off of him and she soaked it up, enjoying if only for just a moment, safety in his arms.
Norah didn’t mind the feeling of suffocation. Even with leaves flapping around them, the soft sheen of rain that struck her body, and the smell of burnt wood and wet soil, she felt safe.
Time passed as Stryker held her. He kept her pinned on his shaft, and after awhile she realized that he was already primed for round two, having never softened from his first orgasm.
She whistled out a breath. “Thank you.” Norah threaded her fingers between them and gripped his shoulder straps. Her body ached, her knees were scratched, but the end of the world couldn’t have made her move off of him.
“What for?”
For everything. “For saving me.”
She noticed the blue of his eyes cast light over their forms, over the branches, and over the leaves. His body stiffened.
“Look at me.” It was a demand, one that she really didn’t want to follow. She lifted away from his heat and looked at him anyway. His brows were furrowed.
“What?”
“Why are you thanking me?”
Norah felt the heat between her legs move up to her cheeks. She shook her head. “Because you’re here,” she whispered. “Because you saved me,” she repeated.
“You’re relieved, you mean. You’re thankful because you’re not alone. You’re sitting on my cock because of what?”
The poncho creaked as he shifted under her, lifting her up off of him. She missed the connection instantly.
“Because I want you.”
“Nobody wants a snake.” Stryker faded away as she watched him buckle his pants back up. “You didn’t need to fuck me to thank me,” disgust laced his voice.
Confusion clouded her mind. “That’s not why I had sex with you…” Norah moved off his lap until her butt hit the rough bark of the tree. “I would never do that.” Not like this. Not with you. The hot trails of his cum slipped out of her aching heat and covered her skin.
Stryker stood up and grabbed his rifle. He leaned over her, allowing the light of his eyes to illuminate their small space. Norah felt her confusion morph into anger.
The familiar, damning shrieks rose up in the dark.
Her eyes went wide as their argument tempered. Closer. Too close…
Norah turned around and reached for her clothes and stopped when a hand fell on her shoulder. The pleasure of the Cyborg’s heat returned. She shivered and winced.
“We need to move,” he said. The light of his eyes moved as he examined the darkness outside their shelter.
She slipped on her bra and reached into the pack for a cloth. “There’s something wrong with the shrieks.”
Stryker kneeled down and took the cloth from her hand. “I know.”
Norah watched as he dipped it into the purified water and pulled her legs apart. “What’re you doing?” She struggled to close them, not wanting him to see her after his misgivings. “Stop!”
He held her down, pinned, his arms and hands shackled over her skin. She could feel his seed all over her feminine parts and inner thighs. Stryker didn’t stop.
He cleaned her with embarrassing precision, the light of his eyes were lasers to her raw and open sex.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the universe.”
Norah struggled only to stop. “What?”
“Everything about you is a fantasy,” he murmured instead. “The moment I heard your distress call. It tugged at the half-human heart within me, it drew me like a lodestone. This,” he swiped the cloth through her folds. “This I want to strike out and bite.”
The horror of the creeping wails continued and it took everything Norah had to tamp down her fear and focus on the Cyborg cleaning her up. She saw the outline of his bulge under the armor of his pants, thick and unfulfilled. A blush danced over her cheeks.
“Is it really so dangerous to have your mask off?” Norah asked as she relaxed into his restraints. A moment later she felt the cool gel of medical salve being rubbed inside of her. A moan escaped her lips.
An ear-splitting scream brought her back.
Stryker continued unconcerned. “Yes. Every time I’ve taken my band off around people, aliens, animals for any length of time, something dies.”
Norah felt the spikes of a headache come on. She reached up to rub the bottom of her nose, expecting to find blood. If they’re this close… She couldn’t bring herself to finish the statement. “Stryker, we need to leave.” She tried to move out from under him. He held her down. “I’m scared.”
“Am I still perfect, Norah?”
Chapter Eleven:
***
Stryker felt something within his circuits–no, his head–crack as he stared down at the naked woman under his hands. He sensed her fear, he felt it deep within his auditory and visual tech, but instead of soothing it away, he pinned her down, her legs thrust apart as he touched her.
Cleaning her was just an excuse.
Her fear just made her all the more enticing, it made her scent erotic. He felt his body want to shift around him and subdue her with his tail. His tongue forked down the middle and slithered between his teeth. Stryker leaned down to snake it within her pussy, to lick away her ache, and to tease the delicious wrinkle of her g-spot only to find his tongue shielded by the metal plate of his mask.
His cock jumped under his armor.
He heard the shriekers below them, knew they were back, knew they had never left to begin with. But he also knew they couldn’t reach them. There wasn’t enough water for them high up in the pods.
Norah gazed at him, her brows furrowed, her breath caught in her lungs. “Yes. Yes, you’re still perfect.”
It was music to his ears. He reached into his pack and dolloped another nickel of salve. He slipped his middle finger deep inside of her. Stryker twisted it to bump and rubbed her.
Two hands clasped his wrist and tried to push him away. “No, not now. Please, Stryker, I’m scared. Can we leave?” she begged.
He continued anyway. “We’re safe, babe, relax.”
She shook her head, sending her curls to spiral out everywhere. “We’re not.”
He rubbed her faster, and with his free hand, hooked her legs up around his waist. He leaned forward to smell her prickled cinnamon skin, a body that was hard yet soft enough to give and take all sorts of treatment, he pressed her pelvis down as his snake demanded her submission.
Stryker reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra. “They can’t leave the water,” he mumbled as he watched her caramel tips tighten into peaks that begged to be sucked. He threw his head back and struck at nothing.
“What?”
“If you want to leave,” he ignored her question, “You have to cum first.” He leaned over her, invading her personal space. He thrust in a second finger to pleasure her. Norah twitched and shook beneath him.
“I can’t,” she cried out, her eyes closed.
“You’re safe with me,” he whispered above her, driving his hand against her, fucking her without actually fucking her. “You promised not to hurt me. If you don’t submit, I’ll consider you untrustworthy.” His nostrils flared as the perfume of her essence refilled the space and the smell of sex returned, just for a moment, before the wind blew it away.
Her body arched and pressed up against him. He relished every gasp and pant she released as his fingers rolled inside of her. Stryker could feel her muscles tense, he could feel the tight walls of an unclaimed pussy grasp at his hand, he heard the hitch of a pained breath just before the orgasm he forced from her released.
He caught her chin and held her gaze as she screamed into his face. Her body rocking and writhing under his metal frame. And the horrible sensation of his hemipenis hardened and distended behind his cock. Stryker gritted his teeth and forced the abomination back within his metal plates.
Norah threw her legs around him and pressed up into his body, overcome with pleasure.
Stryker watched her. He took in every nuance and shudder she gave. He captured everything in his mind so he could relive this moment a million times in the future. The moment when he took possession of Norah Lee, a scientist of Earth, high up in a tree, on an alien planet, like a savage unbefitting of the name Cyborg.
Savage. It rang out like a curse in his head. It corrupted the files he had saved of this moment.
He lifted away, removing his fingers from her pussy, gently. Stryker smeared her scent over his rifle as a reminder as to why he was here in the first place.
The shriekers rose up in a cacophony around them.
Norah winced as her body tensed back up with fear. Stryker held out his hand. “Let’s go.” She took it with frayed composure. “I’m sorry.” He had never uttered the words before, not once in his entire existence and now here he was, convinced that Norah’s judgment of him was the only one that mattered.
Yes.
He reached behind her and unhooked her clothes, he helped her dress as she used his body for support.
“No. Because I doubted you.” Each word tasted like well-deserved acid on his tongue.
Norah grabbed her boots from his hand and stuffed her feet in them. “I hate wet socks,” she uttered, angered, her head downcast. Stryker took hold of her hair and swept it from her face. It felt like velvet in his grip as he tied it back for her.
“I hate jungles.”
“Well, I hate heights and rain,” she quipped and covered her ears. “And those fuckers below us.”
Stryker smiled under his mask.
The second sun was just beneath the horizon. The world lightened an imperceivable shade around them, just enough for his technology to discern. He noticed his dagger sticking out of Norah’s pistol holder on her waist.
“I hate that I can’t kiss you.”
She humphed.
His smile widened. He pulled on one of her crimped up curls until she looked at him. Her dark eyes filled with satiation, exhaustion, annoyance, and most importantly, courage.
Stryker pulled out his rope and leashed it around him. Norah sighed as she lifted her pack over her shoulders.
“I guess that means we’re tree hopping to the landing zone.”
He clipped his bag to his side.
“Yeah, a pain we’ll have to experience together.”
Stryker knew he had won when the corner of her lip curved up.
“Let’s…” she paused. “Let’s just get out of this hell-hole.”
Chapter Twelve:
***
Norah held on tight. Her nails dug into the Kevlar strapped across Stryker’s back. Her body was pressed hard against his back, harder than their desperate joining before. She knew when each bruise formed. Her teeth sank into her lower lip with each jump until the taste of copper laced her tongue.
Her forehead rested on his shoulder, within the crook of his neck. It slipped over his armor. Her sweat increased as her fear grew.