by T. J. Quinn
“No. Their nanocybots attack the males’ sperm and treat it as invaders. The same thing happens to the fertilized eggs.” Jarcor replied, in a somber tone.
“There has to be a way,” Khajal said, frowning.
“Yes, to find a way the nanocybots adopt the female or at least, become one with those of the female.” His friend pointed out. “And your female seems to have achieved that.”
Khajal nodded, understanding Jarcor’s position, but not sure he wanted them to turn Savannah into his lab rat. “Like I said, it probably a onetime thing, nothing we would be able to reproduce or implement on other couples.”
“Yes, there’s that possibility, but it would be a huge breakthrough if we could find out what makes the nanocybots adopt the host’s body,” he stated, in an urgent tone.
“I’m aware of that. But she’s my female. I’ll decide what happens to her,” Khajal said, making sure Jarcor understood just how serious he was about Savannah’s safety.
“Of course, of course.” His friend nodded, relaxing a bit and leaning back on his seat.
They changed the topic and by the time dinner was announced, Jarcor had informed him of all they had accomplished on the new planet.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Khajal went to pick Savannah up for dinner, sure she would get lost in the vessel’s labyrinth of halls. She was still sleeping, but Khajal was sure she would appreciate a good meal, as much as he would, so he woke her up.
“Dinner time, lazy girl,” he whispered in her ear.
She moaned her displeasure but opened her eyes to meet his. “I’m not hungry,” she grumbled.
“Yes, you are. You need a good meal, as much as I do,” he said, leaning down to kiss her lips.
“I could wait up until tomorrow,” she assured him.
“Probably, but I wouldn’t, believe me,” he replied, helping her out of bed.
She snorted but didn’t resist. She was hungry, she was just sleepier. But she knew why he was so insistent. He wanted her to recover her energies so she could satisfy his other needs.
She allowed him to guide her to what looked like a dining room, already filled with a bunch of cyborgs. She guessed a vessel the size of this one would need a considerable crew to run it.
Khajal guided her to the table where his friend Jarcor was waiting for them, and though she would have preferred to be alone with Khajal, she put on a polite smile and took a seat in front of the man.
“You look much better. Were you able rest enough?”
“Yes, thank you.” She nodded, avoiding the man’s look. She had found Khajal imposing the first time she had seen him, but this man had some darkness in him that made him far more overwhelming than Khajal.
Dinner was served, and she allowed the men to make all the conversation. She was still tired and too hungry to politely chitchat.
“You’re very quiet. Are you enjoying the food?” Jarcor asked her after a while.
“I’m still a bit tired. But the food is delicious,” she replied, looking at his gray eyes, a feature she had learned was common to all of the cyborgs she had met so far.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, trying his best to smile, with little success. “Khajal has told me that his nanocybots seemed to have adopted you,” he said, startling her with the abrupt change of topic.
Savannah turned to look at Khajal, not answering the other man’s question until he allowed her to. She had no idea why the other cyborg would be interested in that fact, but she didn’t want to talk about something like that without being sure Khajal agreed on it. The last thing they needed was more problems.
“So it seems, yes.”
“Have you felt any other differences in yourself?” the man asked, clearly interested in her answers.
“With all that has been happening, I can’t say I have paid much attention to my body,” she replied, shrugging.
“Perhaps, now that you’ll have a bit more time, you could take a few minutes of your time to examine yourself and determine if there have been any other changes.” The man suggested, with so much eagerness, Savannah looked at him with a slight frown.
“Yes, I guess I could do that. But why would I? Why is it important?” she asked, intrigued.
There was a thick silence in the room, and she realized the rest of the men had been following their conversation, and that intrigued her even more.
“Well?” she insisted.
With a deep sigh, Khajal turned to look at him. “You’re the first person we know of, whose body hasn’t rejected a cyborg’s nanocybots,” he explained.
“Oh… that’s odd. Are you sure of that?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes, we are. Our survival depends on finding the reason why your body hasn’t rejected them like it happens to all the rest.” Jarcor explained.
“I’ve told you this could be a onetime thing,” Khajal warned his friend.
“Yes, I’m aware of your opinion,” Jarcor replied with a scowl.
“Khajal is probably right, but I’ll be more attentive to my body from now on,” she accepted.
“That would be great, and we would also like to run some blood tests, and body scans on you if you wouldn’t mind,” Jarcor added.
Savannah turned to look at Khajal, and he reluctantly nodded. He wasn’t very happy about the whole situation, but he couldn’t say no to it. There was too much at stake.
“Yes, I have no problem with that.”
“Thank you.”
They finished their meal and soon Khajal was guiding her back to their chambers.
“Are you sure you don’t mind having all those tests done to you?” he asked when he closed the door behind them.
“Yes, I am. Especially if the results can help your people,” she assured him.
He pulled her closed to him, and claimed her lips with a passionate kiss, stealing her breath away.
“Thank you. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you more than necessary,” he said, with a slight grin.
“I’m sure you’ll take care of me,” she replied, throwing her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the bed behind her and helped her out of her tunic before he got rid of his own clothes. Guessing his intention, she lay down on the bed.
“Of course, I will.” He crawled into bed with her and nestling between her legs, he cradled her face and kissed her again. “Besides, I’ll keep you busy most of the time,” he assured her, tracing kisses all over her body and combining them with tiny bites and licks, setting her body on fire.
By the time he reached her pussy she was squirming with sheer need and a single kiss to her engorged clit was all she needed to fly over the crest, pushed by the wild waves crashing over her.
But he didn’t stop, he kept caressing, kissing and licking her pussy, making her come again and again before he finally thrust himself deep inside her.
In and out of her, he established a frantic rhythm that soon led them into that fantastic aura of bliss they always summoned when they came together. As usual, his cum enhanced the fiery sensations rushing through her body, and when the waves finally subsided, she collapsed in his arms, falling asleep.
Khajal slid out of her and lay next to her cuddling her, pulling her as close as possible to him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The rest of the trip back to the cyborg's planet went by with little novelty. Though she had paid more attention to her body, Savannah hadn't been able to find anything different on her body, except for the fact she seemed to be putting some weight, especially around her waist.
The cyborgs’ planet was very similar to Earth, but there seemed to be more dry land than water.
“Do you have the same atmosphere here as back on Earth?” she asked Jarcor, as they watched the approach to the planet.
“Yes, it was one of the main reasons why we chose it,” he replied, radiating pride.
“And was it inhabited?” she asked, surprised to find a place not far from their own planet so
similar to it.
“No, at least, not by any intelligent life form,” Jarcor replied. “There are animals and plants but not much more.”
“That’s odd,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows.
“Yes, I thought so too. We actually found traces of some civilization, so we came to the conclusion that whoever lived here, either disappeared or simply moved out,” he explained.
“Intriguing. What could have made a whole species to move off of a planet?” Savannah wondered.
“They were probably attacked by an alien species or the planet no longer satisfied their needs. Many things could have happened. Some of our people are studying the ruins looking for answers. We don’t want to repeat their mistakes, whatever they were.” Jarcor continued. “Humans almost lost their own planet due to their mistakes over more than two hundred years.”
“Yes, I remember studying about that in the history classes,” she said, sighing.
“We’ll land in a few minutes, you should get prepared for it,” Khajal suggested, running his hand down her long blonde mane.
“Yes… if you don’t mind, I’ll take a few of the tunics I’ve been wearing here. I don’t have anything else to wear,” she said, looking at Jarcor.
“Of course, go ahead,” he nodded, turning his attention to the screens, as she left the room.
“The elders have done an amazing job at finding this place,” Khajal said, standing next to his friend.
“Yes. I was pleasantly surprised when I got here the first time,” he admitted. A thick silence fell between the two friends before Jarcor broke it. “Are you aware of how lucky you are for having found a woman like her?” he asked, out of the blue, with a lot of longing in his tone.
“What do you mean?” Khajal asked, surprised by his friend’s question.
“That woman worships the ground you walk on. She looks up to you before saying something that might harm you or your relationship,” Jarcor pointed out. “I haven’t seen anything like that. Not even the human couples I was in contact with.”
Khajal frowned. Yes, of course, he had noticed the special bond there was between Savannah and him, but he hadn’t thought it would be so obvious to other people.
“Then, perhaps you’ll understand now why I would never consider sharing her with anyone. She’s mine and mine alone. I can assure you I have never felt this way about anyone or anything for that matter,” Khajal explained.
Jarcor sighed. “Yes, now I do. I just wish we all could find someone like that. A soulmate.”
Khajal nodded but didn’t say a word, analyzing the word Jarcor had used to describe Savannah. Was she his soulmate? He had never stopped to think about what she meant to him, but his friend was right. He felt she was his other half and he would do anything to keep her with him, no matter what.
She had become more important to him than his own life, so he had to conclude she was his soulmate and putting a name to it made things a lot clearer.
They landed on the new planet, Arcadia, as the elders had named it and a small greeting committee was waiting for them.
“A house was built for you, and there are a few job options for you to consider. To help you get started, there’s a fund for you and your female. We set a fund up for every newcomer. The elders established it, considering we all get here as fugitives,” Jarcor explained before they left the vessel.
“You seemed to have everything planned,” Khajal said. He had been thinking about that, especially now that he wanted a home for him and Savannah.
“We try,” Jarcor replied, in an even tone.
After the expected welcomes and chitchat, Jarcor drove them to the house assigned to him. It was a huge place, two stories high, covered in a stone similar to pink marble, with all the commodities and luxuries one might need, including a pool.
“There’s a mineral in this planet that sells well, so we have enough income to make our lives quite comfortable,” Jarcor explained, in the face of the quizzical expression on Khajal’s face. “We trade it in a nearby planet for all the supplies and materials we need that we still aren’t able to produce for ourselves.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Khajal nodded as Jarcor gave them a quick tour around the house.
“Settle in and get comfortable. I’ll be here tomorrow morning to get you and your female. We would like to start the tests on her as soon as possible.” Jarcor announced.
Khajal repressed a snorting of disdain. Now he understood all the considerations they were giving them. They wanted them happy and willing to reciprocate all that had been given.
“Of course. We’ll be ready,” he said in a cold tone, making sure his friend understood he hadn’t been fooled. “I’ll be with her at all times,” he stated in a tone that didn’t allow any arguing.
“As you wish.” Jarcor nodded and waving goodbye, he finally left them alone.
“This is a wonderful place,” Savannah said, coming out of the kitchen area, with a pleased smile. I feel like I’m still on Earth.”
“Yes, there are a lot of similarities.” He crossed the distance between them and held her in his arms. “Do you think you can be happy here?” he asked her while kissing her soft cheeks.
“I don’t see why not. I had no strings attaching me back on Earth, so any place is fine.” She was about to add ‘as long as I’m with you,' but she held her tongue just in time. He hadn’t shown her he wanted to hear that kind of statement from her and she wasn’t about to expose her vulnerable heart to his rejection.
“I’m glad to hear that. Jarcor will come to pick us up in the morning to start with all the tests he told you about,” he explained with a stern tone.
“That was fast.”
“I’m sure he had been in contact with the elders as we were traveling here. They are very eager to find out why the nanocybots haven’t died in your body,” he explained with a scowl.
“I thought you were alright with this,” she said frowning.
“And I am. I’m well aware of the importance of finding out how we can breed our own offspring, otherwise, in a few years, this planet will be deserted once more,” he replied, in a self-deprecating tone. “I just wished they didn’t have to use you to get the answers they are looking for.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” she tried to comfort him, with a faint smile.
“Let’s hope so.”
I feel they will be disappointed with the findings. Other than I seem to be gaining a bit of weight, I haven’t noticed any differences in my body,” Savannah pointed out.
“You wouldn’t notice most of them. But we’ll see what the test results show.”
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling his chest. “We’ll be fine. Now, we can relax and enjoy things, without the threat of being caught by the Taucets or the humans.”
“You have a point there,” he smiled and picked her in his arms. “Let’s go check our new bedroom,” he said, going up the stairs to the main room, a place so big it would have easily fit her old apartment in it.
A huge bed dominated the room, and it looked so comfortable, she let out a sigh of pleasure when he dropped her there.
He got rid of his clothes and helped her out of her tunic before he inspected her body.
“I can’t see the extra weight you’ve mentioned,” he said, teasing her.
“Oh… it’s here,” she assured him with a scowl. Getting on her knees, she showed him the small belly and her augmented breasts. “See? I guess it’s all the meat we ate after we escaped the colony,” she added, checking her own body before she raised her head to look at him, with a faint smile. But the stern expression on his face, made her flinch and step back. “What’s the problem? You don’t like it? I’m sure I can make it disappear with a balanced diet...” she said, nervous. She hadn’t taken him for a shallow person that would mind something so insignificant.
“When was the last time you had your period?” he asked her, in a grimly.
“I’m on birt
h control since I came out of school. The implant under my skin prevents me from having periods,” she explained, her frown getting deeper.
“Do you still have it?” he asked her.
“Yes, of course, right here…” she started saying, raising her arm and grazing the area where she had always been able to find her implant. Though it was under the skin, she had always been able to feel it. But now, she couldn’t. “That’s strange… I can’t feel it,” she mumbled, squeezing her skin harder, trying to find the damn thing.
“The nanocybots eliminated it,” he stated the obvious.
She looked at him flustered. “But… why would they… I mean…”
“They considered it to be an alien object, so they destroyed it,” he explained, jumping out of bed and starting to get dressed.
“Oh… I guess it’s possible, after all, they deactivated the code bar.” The tattoo was barely noticeable now.
“Exactly,” he said in a somber tone. “Get dressed. We need to get you to the hospital,” he added.
“What? Why? I’m not feeling ill,” she protested.
“We need to make sure you’re not pregnant.”
His words fell like a ton of bricks over her. “I thought that was impossible,” she was finally able to utter.
“Yes, I thought so too. Now, I’m not sure,” he said, pulling the communication device Jarcor had given him from his pocket. “Get dressed now, or I’ll take you naked,” he ordered, leaving the room.
Unable to understand his reaction to the whole thing, she did as he told her and joined him in the main room.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jarcor arrived only a few minutes later, with a deep frown. “What’s going on?” he asked, in a cool tone.
“We need you to take us to the hospital today,” Khajal said, picking up Savannah’s hand and pulling her along with him on his way out of the house.
“Why? Is your female ill?”
“She has a name, learn it,” Khajal snarled as he helped her to enter the vehicle.
Noticing it wasn’t the moment for questions, Jarcor drove them to the hospital as fast as possible.
