Korjh's Bride
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She planted little kisses all over his face and worked her way down his neck, kissing, nibbling and licking his slightly salty skin. She scooted over and straddled his middle. Stroking the sides of his face, she drew her hands down his neck and over his chest, running them over his pecs and tweaking his male nipples and rubbing her pussy on his belly.
Korjh let out a sound low in his throat between a growl and a moan as Zara dragged her mouth over his flesh. He could have easily unhooked the tie that bound his wrists loosely. The cloth tie would never have held him in reality. But he seemed content to endure her sweet torment, knowing he would climb the summit to ecstasy with her before it was over.
As she moved lower, he started to squirm just a little. Zara deliberately teased him as she continued down his belly by dragging her wet pussy over his rock hard cock. That time he groaned loudly at that exquisite torture. Zara was sure he wanted her badly at that point, but she was going to make him wait.
Straddling his thighs, Zara stretched, and arched her back and thrusting out her breasts to deliberately draw his attention. Once she saw him watching her intently, she stroked and kneaded them, and pinched her erect nipples, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
Her core throbbed, and she decided to forego his legs and feet. They might have been artificial, but they were covered with muscle and skin and laced with veins, arteries, and nerves like the originals. She would save that exploration for another time.
Zara stroked his cock up and down with her hands enjoying the silky feel of it, then she bent over and kissed the tip, sucking the drops of precum from it. He was so hard and red, she knew he had to be uncomfortable. There was only one way to satisfy them both,
Balancing with her hands on his taut stomach, Zara scooted up to poised her opening against his hot, hard cock.
“Ah, my handsome slave,” she said, “you have a magnificent phallus---so big and so hard! I can hardly wait to feel it inside me.”
They both groaned in relief as she fully impaled herself on him.
“Oh, mistress, never have I felt anything so good.”
“Nor, have I,” she said breathily.
Zara cooed and hummed as she rocked over him moving her vaginal tunnel up and down his shaft. He felt like heaven she thought as she caressed his belly and chest. Korjh raised his hips up pushing his cock into her each time she came down on it. They moved together in an increasingly faster rhythm with every inward thrust stroking her g-spot until Zara screamed her release, clamping down hard on his cock with each wave of her orgasm.
It took only a few more thrusts for Korjh to find his release as well. Still, in the throes of her orgasm, Zara collapsed against his chest with a long, “Mmm!” at the delightful sensation of her breasts crushed against his hard chest. She reached up and pulled the belt to release his hands. She didn’t want a slave any longer, she wanted her husband’s arms around her. She had tied it in a bow like a shoe so she could quickly release him.
Zara rested her face against his chest and sighed contentedly as Korjh hugged her and stroked her hair with one hand. His cock throbbed inside her, and she shuddered several times as her sensitive bud rubbed against his flesh.
I love you, she thought. But she didn’t want to tell him while she was in the middle of an orgasm. She didn’t just love him for the great sex they had; she loved him. It didn’t matter that he didn’t say the words. It was in his eyes, in his touch, just the way they could be together and not say anything at all. Zara was sure that coming to Modonne, was the best choice she ever made. She had found her soul mate.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A few days before the party Korjh had planned to gather his neighbors from the surrounding farms to meet Zara, it had been over three months since she arrived on Modonne. His life had changed so much since that day he picked her up at Sezrop Starport. Although he enjoyed having a beautiful, sexy woman in his bed who pleased him beyond his dreams, it was more than that.
Korjh was still troubled about giving her the space she asked for even though his covert observations of her during those times proved that she was just working on her projects. When she was just sewing, she didn’t mind having him look in on her, or taking a break to share affection with him.
Korjh enjoyed being with her even when they weren’t having mind-blowing sex. Right from the beginning, Zara hadn’t seen him as a machine. She had always seen him as a man. People looked at him differently when he went out in public with her at his side. They didn’t shy away from him as they once had.
Until Zara came, he hadn’t realized how lonely his life had been as a warrior and after he came to settle on Modonne. Tydo would say he was pussy whipped. But he thought women were only good for fucking and sucking. Born a cyborg, Tydo had never known the love of a parent. He had been trained a warrior from a young age. When he had proved his worth as a warrior, they put him in a breeding program to impregnate female cyborgs.
For his part, Tydo got to fuck them and have some fun, but no relationships or emotional bonding took place. It was just sex for stud service. Tydo was not capable of understanding Korjh’s relationship with Zara. Tydo never had a mother and father who loved him and each other.
Korjh had. Even though he lost them at fifteen, he had been nurtured and loved by his parents in his formative years. As a warrior, he immersed himself in his military career and killing the bugs that killed his family. He’d had more friends than just Tydo. But many had been killed.
Korjh owed his life to Tydo Flann. He would have died on the battlefield that day he lost his legs if Tydo hadn’t shot him full of nanites dragged him to the evacuation point. One moment he had been running into battle in his combat armor then his legs were gone in an explosion. The next thing he knew he was waking up in a regeneration chamber, and the Medic’s told him he had been made a cyborg to save his life.
There was a lot of technical jargon that all meant he was now half machine. It took time for everything to become fully integrated, and for Korjh to learn to use his cybernetic enhancements. He had learned that Tydo had rescued him on the battlefield. When he went back on duty, they had paired him with Tydo.
Korjh no longer felt like he fit in with his old buddies. They treated them differently even though there were regulations and laws against discriminating against cyborgs. Tydo called him a rookie because he was not born cyborg. Because of the enhancements, he was able to continue his military career for another eight years.
Sometimes Korjh thought Tydo was a real jerk from his attitude about women and purely biologic warriors, those without cybernetic enhancements. It made Korjh wonder sometimes why Tydo had bothered to save him. He later learned it was part of his programming---nobody left behind.
He also learned that there were elements of his programming that made him fiercer than he had been before. Sometimes, it over-rode his ability to formulate creative solutions to problems and strategies. It also suppressed emotions like love and compassion. At least they had returned that to him when he finished his military service so he might have a somewhat normal life.
He couldn’t see himself going back to Narova where he was born, nor Arsdor, the colony where his family was slaughtered. It was being rebuilt, but he didn’t want to go there. He chose Modonne because it was sparsely settled for its size, and he could get a lot of land at a reasonable price for his farm. Three years into the project he knew he wanted a mate and a family of his own.
The matchmaking service took two full years to find even one match that would respond to their query. Now Korjh realized he had needed that time to regain his humanity. Raising his horses from the nurturing tanks to adulthood and training them himself brought compassion and love back into his life.
The matchmaking service let him avoid facing the pain of rejection head-on. They never disclosed information about how many times he had been passed over for the fact he was a cyborg. Zara could have rejected him even after she had agreed to correspond with him, but miraculously she hadn
Zara had always seen him as a man first. It could have been partly her ignorance of what had been done to him. It still made him cringe inside remembering how he had manhandled her when he was losing control of his desire for her. But she liked it. Later she told him he had come to him to let him know she was ready to mate with him.
In three months they had been together, it scared him how much she had come to mean to him. So much so that he couldn’t even say the words. Korjh was pretty sure Zara knew. He knew she loved him, although she had only said so that once in her sleep. But all he really had to look at her face and into her eyes. The way she treated him told him more plainly than words that she cared for him deeply.
Her passion when they made love was exquisite. The games they played were fun, too, but the intensity was always there.
What he had with Zara---Tydo probably wouldn’t understand Korjh’s devotion to his mate. Korjh did want to see him again, maybe for drinks and a meal in Sezrop, but two weeks as a guest in his home…? Not really, but he had the room he did owe his life to him. He could afford to supply room and board to an old warrior comrade for a couple weeks. Tydo would do it for him. He’d probably take him off-world if he needed to go or give him a job if he needed it.
Korjh had no sound reason to deny his hospitality, just a subtle reticence to bring him into the mix of the new life he had made for himself on Modonne. He had planned this gathering even before Zara arrived to give her a chance to make new friends in her new home with him. It also would give people who knew about him a chance to know him as a man and not just the cyborg who bought up a bunch of semi-arid lands and made it into a profitable working farm.
He was a human being with enhancements who had a mate he planned to make a family with one day. They would see a man who was happier than he had been since the Drayids had killed his family when he was just fifteen.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The hour arrived for Korjh’s first ever dinner party. He had invited twelve couples and two single men from his area of the Modonne Fadrori Plains and Zara’s friend Naomi and her mate. Naomi and Besam arrived on the hour. Korjh was dressed in his elegant new suit, and Zara wore the gown he had bought her soon after she came to Modonne.
Then no one else arrived for nearly half an hour. Korjh was starting to wonder why they would accept his invitation if they weren’t coming.
Zara was more concerned they might be snubbing her husband. When Naomi gave her a look of understanding, she just shook her head. Instead, Zara decided to start pouring wine for everyone. By the time everyone had a glass, the house AI had signaled that an air car had landed on their pad. All of the rest of the guests arrived in succession. There were twelve couples and two unmated Tau Cetian males.
Zara was thrilled that everyone came. Korjh had the kitchen bot bring out more bottles of wine and directed the guests to put the gifts of wine and items of food in the kitchen. It seemed that no one wanted to be the first to arrive, so they all left to get there about twenty minutes late. They all had a little laugh together as Korjh and Zara passed out glasses of wine or fruit juice depending on their guest’s preference.
It turned out that Korjh’s neighbors were not actually snubbing him because he was a cyborg. They didn’t know how they would be received, so no one made a move to contact him. After his invitation to come meet his bride, they were actually glad of the opportunity to become acquainted with them both.
Most of them already knew or knew of Besam Weflok because they purchased their land from the Modonne Land Management Corporation. They found they had a lot in common as farmers and colonists from different homeworlds making new lives for themselves and their families.
Few of them had much more knowledge of cyborgs than Zara had. They believe that they were primarily war machines, more like robots than human. They didn’t know they used cyborg technology to rehabilitate people with catastrophic injuries such as Korjh suffered. They didn’t understand, though, that making him a cyborg to repair him hadn’t made him exactly like the cyborgs that were engineered to be born cyborg.
They made cyborgs to fight wars against invaders like the Drayids in the Defense Force alongside the humanoid volunteers rather than drafting reluctant people to defend them. They made beings to fill the positions grooming them from childhood to become soldiers.
Korjh had made a choice to accept the technology so he could live out his life free of the devastating disability he faced without it. That knowledge may have made them less leery off him, but Zara was the one who charmed them and moved them with her evident devotion to the big cyborg.
Maybe he wouldn’t become best friends with any of the people he had just met, but that didn’t bother him. They accepted him as a member of the community, but Zara had made some new friends. Korjh was satisfied with that.
The gathering was going as Korjh had hoped as the other females seemed to gravitate to Zara, eager to know more about her. He was content to chat with the males while his mate was becoming friends with the females. He knew it was what she craved, and he found he didn’t feel threatened by her attention to them.
It wasn’t until the Tau Cetian males caught her on her own that his insecurities started to simmer. Zara smiled as she spoke to them and laughed when they told her she was beautiful. Then one of them touched her, putting an arm around her shoulders, bared by the shimmering gown she wore. Korjh’s enhanced hearing let him hear the indecent proposal the man was making in her ear.
“Zara!” Korjh snarled as she twirled out from under the male called Nosser’s arm.
“Leave now,” Zara told the Tau Cetians in no uncertain terms. They took one look at Korjh and scurried toward the exit.
His fists were balled at his side as he started toward them. They were lucky looks couldn’t kill, or they would have been dead on the spot by the murderous rage in Korjh’s eyes.
Zara turned and put her hand on his chest to take his attention from the Tau Cetians. “Korjh!” Zara asserted in a calm voice.
His eyes were dark with anger, and he glared down at her. Everyone stopped talking and stared at them.
“Korjh, Jodra told me he says that every new woman he meets,” Zara told him.
“You were laughing with him!” he murmured caustically.
“I was laughing at him, there is a difference,” she said. “I knew he was giving me a line.”
“You let him touch you! He asked you to fuck him!” he snapped.
“And I said ‘not in this lifetime,’” she told him. “Korjh they are from a society that practices group marriage. They share their mates.”
“I don’t,” Korjh growled.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she told him. “Korjh, calm down, everyone is looking at us. They are nice people. Don’t ruin this because of those jerks. They’re gone, and we still have guests.”
Zara moved closer and put her other hand on his chest, smoothing his jacket. “Korjh, I gave you my word. We are exclusive,” she whispered so only he could hear, looking up into his eyes.
He took several calming breaths and rested his hands on her shoulders. “We will talk about this later,” he murmured. He gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips then put an arm around her and walked over to where the other guests were looking a bit uncomfortable.
Korjh smiled politely and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I think they forgot that cyborgs have extra sensitive hearing or he wouldn’t have made an inappropriate proposal to my wife.”
“They’ve done that at every party they’ve been to,” Jodra Yaechar said with an understanding smile. She was the female that seemed most friendly to Zara.
Korjh liked her for that reason.
The party went on, and the guests sat down to dinner in the formal dining room to eat the elegant dinner set out by the bots. Korjh and Zara had planned it together. They all chatted amiably with Korjh and Zara and each other.
Korjh was pleased that the party had gone so well and that everyone came, but he was also glad when they had all gone so he could be alone with Zara. He hadn’t forgotten about the Tau Cetians. But he would make Zara forget…
CHAPTER NINETEEN
As beautiful as Zara looked in her gown, Korjh had been thinking for the last hour how he wanted to take it off her. Alone at last in their bedroom, he grabbed her by her wrists and pressed her against the closed door. He lifted her up with her arms above her head and pushed his hard chest against her breasts.
Zara gasped in surprise and moaned as she looked into his eyes. She could tell by the glitter of his eyes that he was still upset even though he’d hid it well the rest of the evening. Zara wasn’t frightened. She liked this dominant, jealous lover. He excited her.
“You are mine!” he asserted and claimed her mouth in a fierce, claim staking kiss.
“I am,” she whispered back and stared into his smoldering blue eyes. “Only yours.” The tenderness in her eyes was unwavering, and he let her down slowly.
Korjh carefully unfastened the adhesive closures on Zara dress and took it off over her head, laying it on the house bot. That left Zara bare save for a pair of lacy panties and her high heeled shoes that matched one of the colors in her dress. With her dress safely disposed of, he unfastened his jacket and shrugged it off then pulled the undershirt off baring his broad muscular chest and arms.
Zara never got tired of looking at him, appreciating the fact that he was her mate. Korjh came to her and picked her up in his arms, holding her up high enough so he could take a hard nipple into his mouth. Zara put her arms around his shoulders and breathed out a pleased moan. After pleasuring both breasts, he laid her on the bed and took off her shoes and panties. Taking off his trousers and tossing them onto the bot, he joined her.
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