As Kyrin felt his fingers slide home inside her, the pleasure that had been building for hours finally came to a peak.
“Oh!” she gasped, arching her back, her hips pumping in time with his fingers inside her. “Oh, Rich—yes…yes!”
Her cyborg rescuer stayed with her, sucking her nipple hard as he rode out her orgasm. As he did, Kyrin felt a rush of release and the aching pressure in her breasts finally began to ease.
“Her nectar—it’s flowing!” Sister Yancy’s voice, high and excited, broke through the lust-haze that surrounded her head like a fog and Kyrin felt a surge of uncertainty. What was she doing here? Not only was she letting a stranger make her come, she was doing it in front of an audience! What was wrong with her?
Looking around, she saw the breeding males watching through the shimmering touch-me-not field as well as Sister Yancy, who was watching intently—a devout, ecstatic look on her pudgy face.
Standing in the back of the sensitivity training area was Father Tr’Ayer. The look on his narrow face wasn’t nearly as joyful as Sister Yancy’s, however. He wore a sour expression as he watched Kyrin’s cyborg rescuer bring her much-needed relief. His lipless mouth was pulled down into a grimace and there were two white dents on either side of his flaring nostrils. Spots of color flared high on his craggy cheekbones. Clearly he was not pleased.
But Sister Yancy more than made up for the holy father’s displeasure with her own fanatical joy.
“Praise be to our lord Tr’Low!” she exclaimed. “For the metal man who was prophesied to come has brought our queen to ripeness! See how her nectar flows—at last she is ripe for the breeding!”
What is she talking about? Kyrin wondered blearily. Then she became aware that the undersides of her bare breasts were wet and sticky for some reason.
Looking down at herself, she was shocked to see that something was flowing from her swollen nipples. Not milk—she’d seen breast milk before and this wasn’t it. No, this was a thicker liquid—something akin to honey from Old Earth in color and texture. It was a pale, golden yellow and it flowed sluggishly, dripping from her pink points obscenely and sliding down the full undercurves of her breasts in sticky rivers.
Rich, her cyborg savior, had stopped sucking her breasts and was sitting back on his heels, regarding her with an unreadable look on his face.
What must he think of me? Now that her drug-induced lust was satiated, Kyrin felt the shame that had been hovering in the back of her mind come rushing to the forefront. I let him touch me and suck me and make me come and I don’t even know him! And what if he got this…stuff that’s coming out of me in his mouth? Ugh!
“See how she flows!” Sister Yancy crowed again. A group of nuns had gathered around her and they were all rejoicing—acting like they’d won the freaking intergalactic lottery or something. “Bring the Lust Serum!” Sister Yancy exclaimed to one of her helpers. “Quickly, she must be given it while her nectar still flows.”
“No!” The shout came from Father Tr’Ayer, who was striding angrily across the room. “No, she must not be given the serum! This is false and wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” Sister Yancy demanded, frowning.
The cyborg said nothing but rose silently and stood in front of Kyrin protectively, shielding her from the advancing cult leader. He stood there, looming over her as she crouched in the sensitivity training chair and tried to cover her nakedness with her silver novice robe.
“This is a…a false flow,” Father Tr’Ayer blustered, clearly searching for words. “Her nectar would not have come down if he hadn’t sucked her tits as he did!” He pointed an accusing finger at the cyborg. “He forced her nectar to flow. It did not flow on its own. So it must be false.”
“But the other breast, which he was not sucking, flowed as well,” one of the nuns pointed out. “They both began to flow at once when he brought her to pleasure.”
“Which is the true sign of ripeness,” Sister Yancy pointed out.
“I say it is not! I say this man—this intruder—is not the answer to the prophecy at all. He is an imposter—a fake! Not the true metal man we seek.”
“An imposter, am I?” Rich’s deep voice rumbled in his chest. “A fake? You mean like somebody who gets cosmetic cyborg surgery—say, metal teeth—so they can look like something they’re not? That kind of fake?”
“I…you…” Father Tr’Ayer sputtered, clearly at a loss for words.
“Admit it, Tr’Ayer. You wanted to breed this little female yourself,” Rich growled. “That’s why you’re so upset that Tr’Low sent the true male you have been waiting for.”
Father Tr’Ayer’s dull blue eyes bulged with rage and his skinny face turned beet red.
“She ought to be mine!” he burst out. “I saw her first! I saw her flame red hair and knew she was the queen the prophecy spoke of! I was the one who hatched the plot to lure her down to Breeder One and take her captive! So I should be the one to breed her!”
“No, Father—you should be on your knees thanking Tr’Low that he has sent us the one who is truly half man and half metal,” Sister Yancy declared, her face going dark. “How dare you question the will of our lord? On the very eve of our new queen’s ripeness, he sends us the perfect male to breed her, and all you can do is complain that you are not the one chosen? How can you be so ungrateful?”
Kyrin straightened up and pulled her robes closer around her sticky breasts, her interest piqued by the exchange. Now that her cyborg rescuer had helped her come, her head was clearing of some of the drugs and she was better able to judge what was going on. Father Tr’Ayer had always seemed like the head of the breeder cult to her, but it was becoming clear by the way the other nuns were muttering amongst themselves and shooting him dark looks that Sister Yancy held much more power than Kyrin had previously understood.
“He is exactly half man and half metal,” the angry nun continued, shaking one plump finger in the father’s red face. “Exactly what the prophesy calls for. Tr’Low himself sent him to us! Praise his name and may his breeding wisdom spread to all the galaxy.”
“Praise his name. Let his wisdom spread,” murmured the nuns who had converged around her.
“I…I don’t…” In the face of such opposition, Father Tr’Ayer fell back, a look of uncertainty on his thin face.
“Do you or do you not believe in our Lord Tr’Low and his teachings?” Sister Yancy demanded, frowning at him.
“I do. Of course, I do!” he exclaimed. “It was to me that the prophecy was first given!”
“Well then, you should be glad to see it fulfilled. As it will be, when the metal man who comes from the stars has bred our queen and filled her belly with a holy child.” There was a finality in Sister Yancy’s strident voice, which brooked no disagreement.
“Yes, I…suppose so,” Father Tr’Ayer said at last, frowning.
“It is as our Lord Tr’Low wishes—praise be his name,” Sister Yancy said firmly.
“Praise be his name!” the nuns around her chorused and then they all looked at Father Tr’Ayer expectantly.
“Praise be his name,” Father Tr’Ayer muttered sullenly. “And may his wisdom spread.”
Clearly he wasn’t happy with the situation but just as clearly, there was nothing he could do about it. He had been supplanted by the fanatical head nun, and as long as the rest of the cult members followed her lead, he had no authority to change the situation.
Kyrin breathed a small sigh of relief. Never would she have believed she would be glad that Sister Yancy had the upper hand in anything, but this time she definitely was. At least now she wouldn’t have to feel Father Tr’Ayer’s bony hands groping her body. The very thought made her ill.
“Now then…” Sister Yancy turned her back on Tr’Ayer as though he was of no more concern. “We must get the Lust Serum for our queen. And then she must go into the preparation chamber to get ready for the Breeding Ceremony.”
“No.” The cyborg took a step forward, his l
egs spread, and his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest in a classic bodyguard stance. “She is not to be taken from me. Tr’Low told me she must not leave my sight.”
“Well…” Sister Yancy fell back a bit, clearly confused in the face of the big cyborg’s certainty. “She must go into the preparation chamber in order to keep her safe from the breeding males,” she said at last. “But perhaps you could accompany her and stay with her there, metal man. Only she must not be bred until the ceremony.”
“Don’t worry about that. I can control myself,” he growled. “But she needs to be at my side, day and night. Tr’Low told me so. Protection lest unbelievers try and interfere with her before the sacred ceremony.”
“All right. That is acceptable,” Sister Yancy said at last. “We will take both of you to the preparation chamber. But first our queen must be given the Lust Serum. It will help prepare her for breeding.”
“No,” Rich said again. “She needs no further preparation. Can’t you see that her breasts are already ripe and uh, flowing?” He cleared his throat. “Obviously she is ready enough.”
Sister Yancy’s pudgy face got a mulish expression on it.
“Metal man, you may come from Tr’Low himself, but you are only here for the breeding. The nuns of Tr’Low are in charge of the preparation of novices,” she said firmly. “The Lust Serum has nothing to do with the queen’s breasts. It is to prepare her womb to receive your seed. Do you not wish for it to take root inside her? Do you not wish to give her a big belly for the glory of our Lord Tr’Low?” As she spoke, she gestured to one of the other nuns, who walked quietly toward Kyrin carrying a test tube filled with bright pink liquid.
“Of…of course I do,” Rich growled but he didn’t sound very certain to Kyrin. “I just…feel like she’s had enough uh, breeding drugs. She seems ripe and ready to me.”
“Ah, but we must be certain,” Sister Yancy lectured. “When you breed her and thrust your shaft deep in her channel, your seed must not fall upon rocky ground. It must take root in her womb and grow into a child with hair like flames and eyes like the sky.”
As she talked, the nun who had approached Kyrin seized her hair and gave a strong yank, pulling her head backward.
“Ouch!” Kyrin gasped. She hadn’t expected such an assault.
“Hey! Take your fucking hands off her!” the huge cyborg roared, rounding on the offending nun. But it was too late, Kyrin’s attacker had already poured the bright pink contents of the test tube down her throat and shoved her jaw shut.
Kyrin fought as well as she could in her drugged state, but it wasn’t enough. Some of the bright pink serum ran from the corners of her mouth but most of it went down her throat. It had a cloying, overly sweet flavor that reminded her of melted candy hearts and it burned all the way down like 180-proof alcohol.
She choked and gasped, flailing against the big nun who was much too strong for her.
“Let her go!” Suddenly the restraining hands were pushed away and she was being lifted and held close to the cyborg’s chest. He was mostly human, she saw, but with glints of circuitry beneath his tan skin. He cradled her protectively close and glared at the nuns who were watching him in awe. Kyrin couldn’t help noticing that he was a foot and a half taller than everyone else in the room, and his shoulders were fully twice as broad as her own.
Goddess he’s massive, she thought dizzily. I wonder who sent him for me? And how in the hell is he going to get us out of here?
She had no answers for her questions and the Lust Serum seemed to be doing something strange to her. She felt dizzy and sick. Not knowing what else to do, she let herself relax against him and laid her head wearily on his broad shoulder, trusting him to protect her.
“We’re going now.” His deep voice seemed to vibrate her entire body. “Show me to the preparation chamber and then leave me alone with my queen. No one must bother us while we await her final ripening for the Breeding Ceremony.”
“But, metal man, there are certain indications that must be observed to be sure she is ready—” Sister Yancy began.
“I said no one is to bother us!” Rich’s voice was a muted roar that made Sister Yancy wince.
“Very well, very well,” she said hurriedly, making motions to the other nuns to clear out of the way. “Follow me. I will take you to the preparation chamber.”
Chapter Six
Rich was still practically vibrating with anger as he carried his precious burden down the corridors, following Sister Yancy as she led them to the preparation chamber. Worried, he cast a glance down at Kyrin, who had her head against his shoulder and her eyes closed. She was so hot he felt her skin burning against his own, even through his t-shirt.
“Leave us,” he barked at the sister as she pulled a curtain aside to let them into a bedroom. Like the room with the hideous chair, it was decorated in all white and had no walls. His cyber-senses easily picked up the force field hidden behind the flowing gauzy drapes. They were almost sheer, not nearly thick enough to stop anyone looking in. Even now he could see a few of the breeding males lurking, peering through the drapes to leer lasciviously at the beautiful woman in his arms.
“Remember,” the fanatical nun caught his arm when he made to step past her. “She is not to be bred before the ceremony. You may stimulate her as much as you like, but your shaft must not enter her channel before the time is right. Are we clear, metal man?”
He kept his expression stiff and unemotional. “Do not fear. I am more than aware of Tr’Low’s commands. I will follow them to the letter.” His gaze flicked up to the circling breeding males. “Remove the males, immediately.”
At Sister Yancy’s raised eyebrow, he continued.
“My queen must be rested and correctly stimulated for the breeding ceremony. None of these males is the chosen one. I am. There is no logical reason they should remain. They serve no purpose here.”
Plus, they creeped him the fuck out. What the hell were they pumping into the poor fuckers? He’d gotten a taste of the “nectar” that had started to flow from Kyrin’s breasts when she’d come and had broken it down into its constituent parts. It made no sense, but somehow whatever drugs they’d given her had forced her to produce a potent aphrodisiac. So potent it verged on toxic. Of course, his cybernetic systems had negated any threat to him immediately, but still. Why was she producing it?
Was that what they were giving the males? His processor ran simulations on possible dosages. If they were, there should have been a trail of male bodies as well. This stuff would burn a human’s nervous system out within days… they must be watering it down somehow.
Sister Yancy looked obstinate for a moment, as though she were going to argue but then nodded.
“You’re correct. They do not need to be here. There are other females they need to be breeding. I will see to it immediately.”
With a snap of her fingers at the nuns who had followed them from the sensitivity area, the sister about-faced and left the room, letting the gauzy drapes drop into place.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured as Kyrin moved restlessly in his arms, a frown on her beautiful face. “We’ll get you comfortable in just a moment.”
“So sticky,” she whimpered as he laid her down on the large circular bed in the middle of the room. When he looked down, he could see what was bothering her. Her robe was stuck to the front of her body, the silver fabric rendered dark grey from the substance that had oozed from her breasts.
“I’ll sort you out. Don’t worry,” he promised, looking around for something, anything, he could use to get her cleaned up.
A comfort station was set out on a low vanity unit to one side of the “room,” so he crossed to it. It was the work of a moment to fill a small silver bowl with warm water and grab a couple of wash cloths before returning to her side.
Her eyes latched on to his as he knelt by her side. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have to open your robe to get you cleaned up I’m afraid.”
She nodded,
but her movements were a little punch-drunk. He reached up to touch her forehead and hissed. “Dammit, you’re burning up. What can I do to help?”
“Too hot. Get me out of this…” She plucked helplessly at her robe, trying to get it off but the effort seemed too much for her. “I need… need…”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here,” he murmured soothing words as the scent of her arousal filled the air again. Like in the sensitivity chamber, it seemed to be coming in waves, each time stealing her ability to think until her needs were met.
Fucking breeder assholes and their fucking drugs, he swore mentally, reaching out to ease the silver robe away from her shoulders. She lifted her hips to help him herself, and he flung the hated garment as far away as he could.
Turning back to her, he was stunned into silence for a moment as she writhed and arched on the bed, an erotic work of art. In a heartbeat his cock punched to full mast, thick and heavy, despite the standing order he had on his cybernetic systems not to let it happen.
Fuck.
How could any red-blooded man not be aroused at such a sight, though? But you’re not a man, are you, 78? The sneering little voice in the back of his head taunted him. You look more metal than man and if she wasn’t drugged out of her mind, she’d scream at the sight of you. There’s no way she’d let you touch her.
“Please, Rich…” she moaned as she reached for him, a plea in her beautiful eyes.
Fuck it. There was no way he could deny her anything, not when she looked at him like that. Reaching out, he dunked a soft cloth into the warm water and brought it to her skin. Her cry of pain made him jump.
“Rough… it hurts!” she whimpered, trying to get away from him.
Instantly, he dropped the cloth, reaching for her. “No, no sweetheart, it’s okay. I won’t use it again. I promise.”
Shit. How was he going to clean her up without the cloth? Looking down at her swollen breasts and the trail of honey-like substance trickling down to the cleft between her legs, his primal male brain instantly suggested a solution.
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