“Where are we going?” He questioned.
I didn’t answer, simply tugged him in the direction I wanted him to follow. I could be taking him anywhere, but he would follow because I led.
He really was stupidly perfect.
My chest tightened, my head dizzy with thoughts of how lucky I was.
When I pulled him through the bedroom door, he stopped. “Come on, gorgeous.” I tugged on his hand, but he refused to budge.
A mix of worry and hope flashed across his face. “Should we? I mean I want to but...” His gaze drifted to my baby bump.
It had been weeks. I didn’t think I could wait any longer to jump my gorgeous cyborg. After all the pain and worry and tears, I needed this. Needed to be loved by him and to love him in return. But, I also didn’t know what answer to give him. I had never carried a baby, let alone a cyborg baby, before. I hadn’t really thought about it. My only concern to get him naked. Now he had me a bit worried too.
I pushed my embarrassment aside and hit a button on the wall. I called the one person I knew could give us the answer we sought.
“Yes?” Dax’s voice floated through the room. “Are you okay, Miss. Marley?”
“Fine, Kiwi. Just have a question. I really want to have my wicked way with my cyborg but want to make sure the baby will be okay. Are we good?”
Dax cleared his throat over the line, and I could imagine that the Science Model might have turned a darker shade of green. “Humans still engage in sex while the female is pregnant, so everything in my database is informing me it is completely safe.”
I slapped my hand over the button to end the call as I flashed Acer a smile. “But...” Dax continued.
My hand dropped and so did my smile.
“We all know this isn’t a normal pregnancy, and there were concerns of complications, some potentially life-threatening to you and the child.”
The worry on Acer’s face grew which made mine skyrocket. I urged the lust coursing through my system to cool. No matter how bad I wanted Acer, I would never risk my child. After the rough start to the pregnancy, I knew he wouldn’t either.
“So no getting frisky. Got it, Dax.”
“Well...”
“Are you kidding me? Spill it, Science Model!” I ordered the same time Acer let out a growl.
Dax let out a long sigh. “I’m getting there! Let a cyborg speak. May I remind you that you called me. If you aren’t planning to let me study intercourse between the two of you, then I’d rather not know anything about your sex life.”
He actually huffed over the communication line. “Where was I? Oh yes! All your most recent tests indicate that the gestation of the small cyborg is going phenomenally well. Those first few days were rough, and by the amount of pain you experienced, I was highly concerned. Then, poof! Everything seemed to stabilize. I am still not sure why, but my best guess is that the two of you bonded. You created a link to each other, and by doing so, your body accepted and adapted to the pregnancy. It is most remarkable, and I’d like to study it further if...”
I cut him off. “That’s incredible and you will get the chance, just not today Kiwi. Right now, I have a cyborg to jump.” I ran my gaze over every inch of Acer’s frame.
“Are you sure you feel secure in the answer I gave you? I could hand-deliver a doctor’s note indicating I believe it is safe if you’d like.” The green bastard had the nerve to chuckle.
“Nope. We got it from here.”
“It’s no trouble...”
“Thanks Dax!” I cut the communication line and held out my hand to Acer. “Come over here and love me.”
*Acer*
I wasted no time in taking my female’s hand, allowing her to lead me to the bed. A part of me still worried about the baby, but I trusted Dax. Taking it slow and gentle would be the key.
Marley’s fingers drifted to the hem of her top and slowly tugged it up to reveal inch after inch of creamy skin. She tossed it to the floor, and my gaze riveted to the sight of her body as my processors catalogued all the differences in her frame.
Her cheeks heated under my gaze. “Things have changed a bit,” she said nervously.
I eased her back on the bed and, with a sharp tug, bared the rest of her body to my hungry eyes. I planted a knee on the bed, and it dipped with my weight as I crawled up her frame to settle myself between her thighs. “You’re still perfect.” I gazed down at her and poured everything I felt for her into my gaze.
My desire.
My adoration.
My love.
She blushed harder. “For you maybe,” she whispered.
Those three words struck like a bullet. The memory of the first time she said them pounded in my processors like a steady hum. Past and present colliding; memories danced along my pathways like fingertips in the dark. Marley featured in each one. She was my endless loop, my preferred frequency, the craving in my programming.
I bent to capture her lips. “Only for me.” My lips worshiped her skin, skimming over her body and indulging in every dip and crevasse. The softness of her skin soothed the harsh places in my soul.
I made sure to linger on the beautiful swell of her belly, planting kisses reverently all over the bump, conveying, with my lips, how desirable I found the change. How awed I was at the gift she gave me.
When my head dipped between her thighs, I sucked in a breath, drenching my lungs with her scent. My mouth watered. This, I knew. Her taste. The way her thighs slammed against my face, keeping me locked between them. Cyborgs had no need to eat, but I would spend my life dining on her pussy every day if she allowed it.
“Open up, lovely. I need a taste.”
She pulled her legs up, pressed her feet into the bed and her thighs tipped open, making more room for my frame. Her pussy lips glistened under the dim, bedroom lights, honey colored curls sparkled with her desire. My cock, which up until now I had been trying to ignore, gave a demanding twitch. The hard length strained against the seam of my pants, wanting inside Marley in the worst way. It would have to wait.
The first two times I dived straight into her hot core, lapping at her cream like a cyborg starving. This time, I planned to savor her, remap her pussy with my mouth and tongue and slowly taste the heaven spread before me.
I ran my lips along her thigh, working up one and down the other, keeping them away from where I know she wanted me. I teased her with soft kisses and slow licks, eliciting small moans from her. My fingers delved into her folds, parting them to reveal the glorious pink center of her cunt. Nectar spilled out, dripping down my fingers, coating them in her arousal. The exposed metal far more sensitive than the parts of my frame covered in synthetic flesh. Her warm moisture slipped in between my wires, causing my frame to shudder.
“You’re drenching my wires, lovely.” Holding her open I worked my tongue into her center, sensors lighting up as her taste filled my mouth. In and out, my tongue fucked her the way my cock longed to.
Her hands slapped against top of my skull. “Can’t help it,” she gasped. Her feet dug into my back as she arched, her hips, trying to rise from the bed to meet my mouth. I growled a warning. I was in charge of her pleasure. I would let her come when I wanted her to. Right now, I enjoyed my face buried in her cunt too much to allow it to end.
When her gasps turned to cries, I withdrew my tongue.
She let out a whine, her fingertips pressing into the sides of my head in a death-grip. “Need...need.”
“I know what you need.” I stabbed my tongue back into her cunt as my thumb strummed her clit, driving her need even higher before her thighs slammed against the side of my head and she screamed, her release flooding my mouth as she came hard.
I sat back, her legs falling from my shoulders as a satisfied rumble rolled through my chest.
“Are you good at everything?” Her voice came out breathless with a hint of amusement. She lifted herself onto her elbows so she could see my face.
“Don’t know. I haven’t tried everythi
ng yet.” I moved my frame up her body, tearing at my clothes and tossing them over the side of the bed. I held myself above her. My cock jutted out, proudly on display, and her eyes fixed on the sight. It jumped under her watchful gaze. I thought about lowering myself and sliding home but her rounded belly made things a bit more challenging.
I quickly scanned my databases. Different positions scrolled through my processors. My eyes flashed as I suppressed a growl. I found a lot I wanted to try.
I moved my frame off her. “Roll on your side,” I instructed.
She followed my direction, throwing a heated look back over her shoulder. “You better not be done, cyborg.”
I put my frame on it’s side and pressed my front to her back, my mouth finding her ear. “Not even close.” I reached down and gripped her thigh, lifting it slightly so I could settle my cock at the entrance of her pussy. “I want to try everything with you,” I whispered as I slid into her slowly, burying myself carefully into her tight hole. I trailed kisses over her neck and started moving. This new position made the confines of her pussy an even tighter fit. Her slick walls hugged me, enveloping me in processor-scorching heat.
Her fingers clenched my forearms, and her head tipped back to rest against my chest. “Everything,” she echoed.
I thrust slow and steady, taking my time, making love to her, using my frame to show her all the things I couldn’t say. I loved her beyond reason, needed her more than I could process.
Her fingers dug into my arms as she used them for leverage, pushing back against me, chasing the retreat of my cock with her own backward thrusts. She tried to increase the rhythm, urging me to go faster, but I nipped her neck and rumbled my displeasure. “Slow, even it kills me, lovely.” I growled.
I shifted my hips slightly, so I could angle my hips to hit the spot inside her that drove her to the edge, wanting to please her but not take her hard and fast.
She let out a moan, relaxing against me as she allowed me control of her body. A fine sheen of sweat broke out across her skin, making her glow like stars. My mouth dropped to lap at her neck, the salty tang of her skin invading my circuits.
My hand slipped around her body and dived between her thighs, finding the swollen button of her clit. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts.
“Fuck, Acer,” she panted, climbing higher until her walls clamped down, her body locked tight against my frame. “Perfect. Perfect. Perfect,” she chanted as she tumbled off the edge.
“Perfect. Perfect,” I joined her chant, and with a few more pumps of my hips, I joined her in bliss, emptying myself deep in her cunt. Small tremors rolled through my frame, shuddering against her back as I held her, my heart pounding a severe beat inside my chest.
I dropped a tender kiss to her shoulder. Her body melted against mine, relaxing into me, content to keep us locked together. I laid my hand on her belly.
The little one gave a kick. “Perfect.” I whispered.
Chapter Thirty-Two
*Marley*
It had been two weeks since Acer returned to me. I moved back into his, no, our quarters; Acer never left my side. The bond between the three of us stronger than ever. Dax continually harassed me to let him study me. The first time, Acer chased the green Science Model off. The second time, I told Acer to allow it. Acer and I were the first bonded couple to experience a pregnancy. Granted, it was far from normal. It certainly hadn’t happened the old-fashioned way, but my body did not reject the small cyborg, and both of us were healthy. That, by itself, was a miracle.
According to Rust, except for Theo, every other female impregnated experienced fatal complications and the little cyborgs they carried never survived more than a few days. Even the female who carried Theo hadn’t survived the process. She got further along than anyone else, but in the end, the process still claimed her life. Theo’s bond with Aria prevented the same fate for him.
I hadn’t hesitated to bond with the small cyborg inside me, falling in love with him at once. Willing to risk to my life to protect him. Acer was the last piece of the puzzle. The small cyborg wanted him, too. He had a mother but also wanted a father. The father he chose. Many cyborgs visited me during those weeks, but he seemed to sense that they weren’t his.
Dax and Dr. Shaw weren’t sure how, but at least now, they surmised the other couples could potentially have children too. They wouldn’t be able to conceive naturally, but Dr. Shaw could create a cyborg embryo and then implant it inside the female. No longer grown in a vat the cyborg would instead would grow inside its mother and pick up traits from each parent due to the bond.
The other couples had hope because of what happened to me. The other cyborgs wanted females of their own even more, and the prospect of having children was beyond anything they ever dreamed possible.
For so long, I had hated myself for being a part of something that did so much damage to the cyborgs. I believed I deserved what the doctor did to me. I expected most cyborgs to hate me. Now, most of them stopped me in the hall and thanked me for giving them hope.
The first one to thank me? Torque, the Technology Model that wanted to hurt me the first day in the common room. He made sure to do it a safe distance away, not willing to risk Acer’s wrath. I graciously told him ‘you’re welcome’ from behind Acer’s massive frame while my cyborg repeatedly snarled at the Technology Model.
So, progress. I couldn’t help smiling. Things really were perfect.
Well, except I had ballooned like a beached whale in just a few weeks. Ugh. I pushed myself up and waddled to the living room. I had been going to the common room, but the last few days I couldn’t make it. Acer left to get pancakes. And syrup. Lots of syrup. I blamed Theo for that craving.
I smiled again, imagining my plate of pancakes, when a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to cry out. I doubled over and gripped my stomach.
“No. No. No.” I panted. “We need your daddy.” Another stab of pain shot through me, and my knees buckled under me sending me to the floor. In the last second, I managed to twist my body and land on my back, protecting my belly from the impact with the hard ground. Pain exploded along my spine and I screamed.
I clutched my stomach. “Help!” I yelled while I silently prayed that someone, anyone, would hear my desperate cry for help. Someone answered my prayer and began to slam against the door. A second passed, and the metal cracked open, Brone’s massive frame destroyed the door before he rushed inside.
“Marley?” His voice came out panicked.
“Here,” I managed to croak out just before another wave of pain slammed through me.
He crashed to his knees beside me, his blue eyes flashing wildly “What is wrong?”
“The...the baby...he’s...coming.” I panted through clenched teeth. “Acer...need...Acer.” I begged. I couldn’t do this alone.
Brone grabbed my hand with one of his, the massive gray fingers swallowing up my hand into his. His other hand slapped his communication button.
“What?” Acer’s voice growled from the other end. “I need to get...”
“Acer! Help me!” I cried as tears broke free to slide down my cheeks. Just hearing his voice brought some relief.
“Marley! I’m coming! Hang on, lovely!” The sound of things breaking came through the connection followed by the sound of pounding boots.
“The baby is coming, Acer. Hurry your circuits, cyborg!” Brone ordered firmly.
The boots pounded harder. Acer’s frame suddenly appeared in the shattered doorway, and I let out a shaky breath.
Acer dropped to his knees and brushed the tears from my cheeks. “I’m here, lovely. I’m here.”
“Hurts,” I gasped.
His golden eyes sought Brone frantically, smoothing the hair off my face.
Brone hit his communication button, again. “Dax. The baby is coming. Get ready, we are coming in hot.”
“Affirmative.” The line cut.
Brone looked at Acer. “Carry your female, and follow me. I’ll make sure nothi
ng gets in our way.”
Acer scooped me up; I couldn’t help the scream ripped from my throat. Fire licked up my spine and my stomach ignited. My teeth dug into my lip, as Acer’s fear-laced eyes met mine. The metallic taste of blood hit my tongue as I held back another scream threatening to break free. “Go, Sunshine.” I ordered. He nodded, and we were gone.
Brone led the way, the huge Tank Class clearing anyone and anything from our path like a barreling freight train.
The walls blurred, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight, battling the pain exploding through my body. Please, I can’t lose him now.
“You won’t,” Acer declared. “We won’t.”
I hadn’t realized I made the plea aloud. I gripped his shirt. “Save him no matter what.” I fisted my hands into fabric. “Promise me.”
We skidded into the lab and came to halt. Acer’s eyes hardened. He knew what I asked. If it came down to a choice between me and our baby, the only choice in my heart was to choose him.
Acer swallowed hard. “I promise.”
Dax appeared out of nowhere and pointed to an exam table. “Put her here!” He directed and Acer did as he was told, for once not arguing with the Science Model. A green hand with a scanner appeared, moving quickly over my body. Dax frowned, green eyes flashing. “We have to get the cyborg out now. Human female bodies are designed to birth human babies with pliant bodies. The cyborg’s frame has none. The cyborg is trying to force his way out. Any longer...”
Dax didn’t need to finish.
Something sharp pierced my neck. “For the pain.” His green eyes met mine. “You won’t feel a thing, I promise.”
I nodded. The drug took effect at once and the fire erupting in my body finally subsided. I breathed a sigh of relief as the room started to grow a bit blurry.
“Acer,” I whispered.
“Right here.” Cool fingers brushed my forehead. His handsome face shimmered before my eyes, and I smiled. My cyborg was right here with me. If this was the end, his would be the last face I saw.
My heart ached at the thought of never holding my baby. Of never seeing his face and learning what model type he was, of never watching him grow. But, he would have Acer. A father who would love and protect him and fill his processors with knowledge about his mother.
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