by Jane Brooke
The ceiling, supported by blond bamboo poles soared into the sky, giving it a teepee look. Centered in the room was a massive four poster bed, again bamboo polls the main support for the posters. Draped on top of the support structure was a white, billowing cotton cloth canapé that the wind graced with her smile.
The bed was low to the earth, white cotton sheets, white down pillows and a blue down comforter laid upon it.
Behind the bed and off to the left was a bathroom, again blue tiles on the walls and floors, as well as lush blue towels hanging on bamboo racks. The entire structure, with three large windows was open to a living rain forest behind it.
Moving to the bed, Adray in full sexual mode now, laid Krull down upon the sheets. She stepped back and stared at his naked body, her eyes now riveted on his full erection. Her purple irises were now fully-dilated. They were sucking in what few human beings could ever see, let alone ever understand.
Krull’s body was tanned, there were no battle scars on it and his blue eyes, no longer exhausted, no longer exhibiting such pain, were a color they once were when he had been a boy.
Kneeling at the end of the bed as if she were in a state of adoration, arms and hands extended over Krull’s chest she bent at the waist. She lowered her hands onto his chest. Slowly, though she was manic, she drew her fingers down his chest, past his hip bones and grasped his penis within both sets of fingers.
Krull sighed deeply, did not move, as for some time she simply held him. One never knew what the thought process was for a Spec- 24-3 especially when so thoroughly aroused.
But, for Krull it was always different, every time with her.
She was a savage, no doubt about that. Few men ever got into a Cyborg Girls head. Not to mention their complicated sexual wiring, especially their need for physical pain, but Krull had.
Yet, she was a female of moods, deep moods, and light moods and because it was never about him, he mostly had always allowed her to do her thing. That was of course unless he needed something. Something to rewire the sickness of the world he had found himself within and only she could cure.
Slowly, she placed her blue lips on the knob of his penis, enveloped it and rolled her tongue around it. She pressed her mouth down deeper upon it. The opening of her silicone constructed throat for a moment pressed against it.
Krull’s body tensed. His muscles became striated as she went deeper, and deeper still, until she came to the opening of her throat. She opened it and pushed down and swallowed his penis to the hilt.
Krull groaned as his breathing began to intensify and his powerful fingers gripped the sheets. As she slid his penis in and out of her throat and as her breathing began to intensify her skin began to glow a translucent shade of violet. Her eyes turned bright green, purple pupils dilated too their maximum.
She could be frantic at times for her man. But, this was something different, as for some time she simply felt the super sensory optics of her brain become more aroused by the moment.
Allowing his penis to slip past her lips, she straightened, inhaled a massive breath of air through her gills. She swallowed deeply, locked eyes with a heavy breathing Krull. The way he looked at her made her feel vibrant, feminine, ultra sexual, almost insane as she smiled back at him. She got a smile in return.
She crawled onto his waist, her knees and the back of her feet pressed against the sheets. Extending her fingers, she placed both palms on his forehead, monitored him, perhaps even reading his mind for any changes in his physicality.
No one ever really did know if Spec-24’3’s could do that.
No one had ever asked except Krull.
Her reply had been through a mischievous smile. “There are some things better that you do not know my man.”
He had not pressed her on the matter further.
Seeing that his vital signs were normal, she leaned down, pressed her lips to his. She kissed him for some time. His hands layered along her butt. It was just about the most favorite thing in the whole wide fucked up world for her when touched by Krull, her cunt.
Straightening, she reached her hand back, tightened her fingers around his penis. She closed her eyes, opened them and through a play full-quarter smile and a pout she whispered.
“My, my, that is a large one.”
Through his tan lines on his cheeks Krull fought laughter as his hands raised and he laid his fingers on her breasts, blue nipple erect and he murmured.
“Yeah, and it’s going to get a lot bigger.”
She threw her head back and laughed. Getting it together, she lowered her eyes and seemed to smile through them.
Krull pinched her nipples, almost violently. She moaned and her back arched and of course that was also a part of her makeup, a liking of pain and her need for pain during the sexual experience.
Krull’s little touch of sadism made her entire body vibrate, shoots of pleasure undulating through it as Krull again pinched both nipples violently between his fingers and thumbs.
“Oooooh....Kruuuull....Oooooo....Yeeee.” She threw her head back and moaned.
Pain and pleasure were the same for her. Each we’re sensual and essential and at times Krull could be violent with her only because he loved her.
From the beginning, As Krull had learned about her sexual mechanics she had been shy, almost embarrassed about her needs.
Once trust, built through respect and love was constructed Krull learned that she needed pain at incredible levels, mixed with internal and external stimulation from Krulls hands and penis for her to climax. Within proper doses it meant she had felt; felt love and pleasure for the very first time.
Unable to control herself, she raised her hips and guiding him into her blue vagina, she violently plunged down, deep and, then deeper still.
Straddling him, her back arched, she threw her head back and released a low growl from her barred lips.
Krull winced, for her internal body temperature was twice of that of a human. He felt as if his cock had been encased in a fulcrum of heated honey.
Throwing her head back she hissed. It was the sound of a Cyborg Girl set within in full sex-sail and total lust.
Able to control her muscles in her vagina with her brain, she began to crush his cock as she drove it as deep as it could go. Within the very moment she was now no longer a half machine but an animal, a female creature that had been created for all the wrong reasons.
She now felt as if she were a woman.
With Krull’s hands welded to her waist, he matched each thrust of hers with one of his own.
With each thrust she began to grow and hiss and hyperventilate as her silver colored skin began to glow to deeper shades of violet edging to the color purple.
Even in such an agitated sexual state, she still was nowhere near her boundaries of her sex madness. That would come later, with the machines, with or without Krull.
As everything concerning the man that she loved, his well being and pleasure came first; though every moment of his touch was a pure moment of ecstasy for her.
She well knew as well as Krull for they had witnessed Cyborg Girls in Full Fury Lust at the underground sewer and sex clubs in The Zone, that a Cyborg Girl could kill a man, no matter how large and powerful they were. They were when in a moment of orgasmic fury, capable of losing it, to a fatal degree especially for any man or woman near them.
For that very reason and for the moment, because she was two times more powerful then Krull she still monitored her behavior. For, if she lost it, she could easily have crushed Krull’s skull or neck in a moment of Panic sex.
With the intro of the lethal drug Pink Panic, there had been rumors on the streets that the new club thrill was that some fucked up Cyborg Girls were lining up to be fucked by legions of violent men and droids who were Zooming on the new drug King Mohammad had introduced.
One of Adray’s snitch bitches, a sick Droid had given up that information in exchange for not being sent on a one way ticket to The Crushers.
He had told Venus that Cyborg and Human people were giving up huge SCRIPT to watch the sex show with the Cyborg Girls. Deadly sex shows mostly being performed at very secret sewer clubs The King owned over there in Sector 24-56. Rumor told that they was one hundred meters below street level in the sewers.
Humans keep track of time, for it kills them in the end, every time.
Venus was monitoring their VR time as she and Krull bashed their bodies against each others in some kind of primitive ritual and Krull’s body began to glisten in sweat. She never even perspired as they ravaged each other for hours.
Time passed, and Krull, feeling his cock engorge with blood, pushed her back roughly. She did not protest as his cock ripped out of her cunt and she fell back, her stomach billowing. The sound of air was gushing out of her gill plates and filling the room.
Krull, the other Krull went to his knees and looking crazed, grabbed her roughly and pulled her to a sitting position. He leered into her crazed eyes; eyes that looked like full on tilt Emerald Lasers.
He grabbed her ruthlessly, twisted her and slammed her tummy and breasts against the bamboo poles of the head board. Her body pressed against it. Fingers welded to the wooden poles, her chin lowered to her breast bone as she moaned.
She was hyperventilating through her gill plates, as was Krull through his mouth. He lowered the tip of his cock to her blue cunt, and grabbing her by the shoulders he violently slammed his cock into her into it, as deep as it could go.
A gust of air exploded out of her gill plates as she silver knuckled the bed poles as she moaned and he savagely fucked her. With her eyes growing brighter, and her skin now a deep mauve color, she rammed her cunt-back ruthlessly against each plunge of her mans cock.
A different man now, a very different man indeed Krull never stopped fucking her.
With his eyes looking like lug nuts, his brain somewhere else, seeing something, he reached around her back. He found her nipples and violently pinched them. Her body bucked and began to undulate.
Groaning, seething and hissing she began banging the bed posts with her domed forehead. Her fists crashed against the bamboo as her back arched throwing her butt out as she lunged back meeting each thrust of his cock with one of her own.
As he fucked her, he slapped both of his palms over her gill plates, cutting off her source of oxygen. This sent her into a maniacal state of madness, yet still controlled.
Her body began bucking, pulsating, her fists banging against the bedposts, shattering two of them. Her entire body began to reconstruct with in stripes now of tints of deep purple.
It was of course for her about the maximums.
Erotic and human obscure maximums she seldom was ever pushed too.
With Krull’s palms cutting on and off her oxygen intake on her gill plates, oxygen-depravation soon increased her state of pleasure and insanity.
Her gasps and groans began to build and for several minutes as Krull increased the intensity of his new game she almost became physically un-controllable.
Them a low growl seemed to gravel out of her throat. She went rigid and her back arched and she threw her head back, gripping the bed posts almost crushing them into splinters.
This was the moment, her moment
Krull ripped his cock out of her, found her blue anus and, then violently plunged it into her.
Some kind of primal sound exploded out of her mouth. Like a crazed and un-caged animal she ripped at the bed poles, shaking them almost out of their joints.
Then, her body tensed, and her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head. She became stark rigid, unable to breath from the pressure of Krull’s palms on her gills breath. Her body seemed to freeze in some kind of suspended animation.
As if paralyzed, impaled by him, she threw her arms into the air, and seemed to vibrate. Krull moved his palms from her triple sets of gill plates as oxygen re-gushed back into her lungs.
She wailed and screamed, shrieked again and ripped-up by an orgasm, she whipped around, centered his eyes with her own. Leering into his as eyes, she felt something rumble deep in her body.
She then felt his cock engorged in her ass and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands around the back of head, kissing him like a desert creature deprived of water.
Krull, never shy, but always awed by her, leered at her, as she smashed her lips against his.
Feeling like his cock was wrapped in coals from her internal body heat that was increasing, but monitored by her, he savagely plunged it deep into her silken ass again.
Her body jolted as she tightened her long legs around his waist. Her gills expanded and gulped for air. She threw her head back, screamed again as she fell back wards and just in time Krull caught her by her shoulders.
No fool, he flipped her, laid her on her stomach and stared at her astonishing ass as it seemed to melt into her upper thighs. Spread eagle, he watched mesmerized as she seemed to crawl like some kind of exotic and now violet colored skinned reptile on the white sheets.
Unable to stop, he then with a violence they both shared guided his cock into her rectum. He fell upon her driving it as deep as it would go.
She hissed and remained prone on the sheets as her finger tips gripped the sheets and with little problem, she ripped out a huge swath out of the mattress as Krull began to sodomize her and she climaxed in a bed shaking and body shattering orgasm.
As her fingers ripped at the sheets and she chewed the white cotton he lovingly brutalized her until he felt he could no longer do it and, then he climaxed.
She moaned, felt his warm semen filling her as she felt him fall prone on her back, human skin pressed against a Cyborg’s, his penis still inside of her anus.
For some time, hyperventilating, Krull laid on top of her. After some time, she rolled over, and feeling his penis exit her, she groaned. She swallowed her tears, knelt next to him, smiled and placed her fingers on his stomach, simply staring at him.
Krull’s eyes were closed. His breathing was returning to normal, as was hers. For the longest times she simply gazed at him, so many thoughts filling her beautiful heart and mind as she did.
What would she do? How would she exist when he would finally die as all humans did?
She did not know. She could not understand that scenario, for her life span, only created some three decades earlier still had not been determined.
Trying to understand something that was not explainable, she inhaled a deep breath of worry. She checked her internal clock, and understanding that their time in Virtual was almost over; she saw that they still had time.
She touched Krull’s closed eyes. He opened them, smiled, reached forward and touched her tremoring lips.
“You alright, Doll?” He whispered.
She tilted her head oddly, smiled, touched his lips and whispered.
“Yes darling, just checking time. Shall we sleep now?”
Krull, satiated, the other Krull now, nodded again, touched her face. He closed his eyes, reopened them and whispered.
“I love you, you know.”
She swallowed deeply, and now playacting her angst at his mortality, fighting her emotions she forced a smile and whispered.
“Yes dear, I know. Now sleep, we will be back when you wake.”
Almost drugged, Krull nodded as his eyes closed and he instantly fell to sleep.
As Krull slept, she simply stared at him. After some minutes, she stood and walked to the open door and out of
it onto the veranda. Placing her hand on a bamboo rail, her great eyes scanned the blue skies and aqua colored sea.
For the longest time she gazed at the world as it once was and would never be again. In her gifted brain she knew that she must do something, for Krull, a human being and his life, her life was on the clock.
Her speculative idea that had been formulating in her head and she had been working on in the sewers held so much risk to it that she questioned herself if she dare continue working on it. She also was filled with angst wondering if she could risk so much proposing it to Krull.
And, if she did, would she loose Krull for ever doing so.
She did not know. She simply did not know if it were possible? But if it were, well, perhaps there was a chance for them, as slim as that chance might be.
No man held more courage in his heart than Krull. There was no doubting that, yet still.
And if so, would he agree? Could he agree?
In her great heart she knew the only reason that he would was simple. That of course is if he did, it would be because he loved her.
But would he.? Could he? She did not know.
NOTE: WHY THIS IS YELLOW I DO NOT KNOW>>>CANT GET RID OF IT...SORRY
Crushed in love and pain she lifted her fingers to her eyes and as she began to sob, blue tears began to fall down her cheekbones. Then her lips and her eyes seemed to lose all internal light in them.
For some time she stood staring at the duel yellow full moons of The Virtual World she had envisioned and had built. And, then the soldier in her returned and she buckled up, turned, walked back to her bed.
Quietly she lay next to Krull who was in a deep sleep, lying on his side. Ever so gently she laid her leg across his groin and her arm around his stomach, spooning him as she did.
With her internal clock monitoring their time needs as well as his health, she placed her mind on neutral, closed her eyes and quickly fell to sleep.
As she slept, she did not dream.
THEIR time in the Virtual would soon be over, but when the dawn would break, when the Sun would again try to chew its way through the polluted atmosphere of Miami, their time of love, their love, would no longer be sweet memories.
