by Cynthia Sax
“Dissent.” She cried out, arching her back. His female was wonderfully responsive.
She was also delicious. Her taste coated his tongue, flavored his mouth.
Wanting more of it and more of her, he laved each of her feminine folds, replacing her pussy juices with his nanocybotics. They would bubble over that sensitive flesh, aiding in his erotic assault.
His female’s fingers twisted the surface of the sleeping support. She moaned. That sound of passion caused his cock to twitch.
Determined to pull more moans from her lips, he lapped and nibbled and pressed against her. She wiggled. Her breathing became labored. Her body flexed.
Fraggin’ hole. She was remarkable.
Dissent watched her as he ate her out, as he inhaled her wetness. She pushed upward, offering her pussy to him. He explored her with his lips, his tongue, parting her layers, revealing all of her.
She huffed. He refused to be rushed, leisurely circling her clit, deliberately not touching that part of her. His female’s hips swiveled as she attempted to rectify that omission.
“Cyborg.” Her growl of frustration was adorable.
He swallowed his amusement and leveled a hard look on her. “Be still, my female.” His tone communicated that was an order, one he expected to be obeyed.
She sucked in her breath and immediately complied, her lush form freezing in place. “You’re teasing me.” Her bottom lip curled into a pout.
Her pussy, however, dripped.
His female liked being teased. It took cyborg restraint for Dissent not to smile.
“I’m feasting on you.” He cupped her bountiful ass and lifted, bringing her pussy to his mouth.
Her eyes glowed with need. That inner light guided him, drawing him toward her. He descended upon her wetness, eating her out with vigor, hunting down and relishing every drop of her.
She tried to stay still for him. He noted that with approval. Her fingers dug into the sleeping support. Her toes curled. Lines were etched around her lips.
But she was fighting a losing battle. Dissent had learned her form over the many planet rotations they’d spent together, saving that information in his databases.
He processed how to drive her wild and he used that knowledge now, pushing his tongue in and out of her tight little entrance, delving deeper and deeper, stroking her inner walls.
“Can’t.” She shook her head. “Have to move.”
“Play with your breasts.” He gave her a command she could follow. “Cup your curves. Pinch and pull on your nipples for me.”
“Yes.” She covered her breasts with her hands, catching her nipples between her splayed fingers. Her cheeks grew flushed. Wetness streamed down her inner thighs.
He obligingly sucked her dry, savoring her succulence, while she panted, working her curves with a gratifying intensity, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing.
His female’s beauty was unrivalled. He couldn’t look away from her, didn’t want to miss a moment of her building passion. Her red curls bounced against her face, were as alive as the connection humming between them. All of her undulated, a wave of softness he wanted to fall into.
First, he would bring her to completion. He pulsated into her with his tongue, mimicking the breeding motion. She pumped her hips, smacking against him and retreating. Beads of sweat sparkled on her skin, complementing the sunstone neck decoration she rarely removed, his gift to her, a symbol of his adoration.
He would give her the universe if she desired it. But she didn’t want that. She only yearned for him, and he would please her or die trying. He ravished her pussy with more vigor, the scent of her teasing his nostrils, her taste filling his mouth.
Her breathing became more and more ragged. “Need. Need.”
“I know what you need, my female.” And he would give it to her. He flicked his tongue over her clit, a light teasing touch designed to sever her hold on reality.
She screamed, bucking, writhing. His female was glorious in her release. His cock strained against his body armor. It took all his control not to come, not to join her in fulfillment.
Instead, he held her to his mouth and drank her down, prolonging her ecstasy by placing more pressure on her pussy, on that sweet little bundle of sensitive nerves. He waited until her voice was hoarse and tears ran down her cheeks.
Then he allowed her to descend from that high, easing his assault on her senses, soothing her turmoil with gentle sweeps of his tongue. She relaxed her hold on her breasts and sagged against the sleeping support, her body limp.
He gazed down at her. Her eyes were unfocused.
“Fu-breeding.” She murmured that amended word, her tone sated.
“That was breeding.” He lowered her hips. It wasn’t fucking. Their joining was different, special.
“You pleasured me to the point of collapse.” Her smile was wobbly.
“I’ve only begun to pleasure you.” It was merely one battle in a lengthy war of desire he had planned for the two of them. Dissent removed his body armor, piece by piece, rendering himself as naked as she was. The chamber’s cooler air rushed over his physique. It couldn’t chill his passion for her.
He burned. He craved. He wanted.
She scanned him from head to toe and back again. He flexed his muscles, shamelessly giving her a show. Her eyes lit with appreciation. “I might not survive this encounter.”
“You will survive, my female.” He joined her on the sleeping support, bracing himself above her. “That is who you and I are. We’re survivors.” Both of them had pasts filled with pain and death and despair. “We’ve endured torment alone. Now, we will enjoy bliss together.”
That reward was well worth all of the agony. Being with Greer, touching her, loving her had rewritten Dissent’s definitions of happiness. He marveled that she was his, that she cared for him, that his wonderful human had chosen him.
“We’ll enjoy this bliss for our entire lifespans.” His female touched his face. Her fingers were soft and light against his skin. “My goal, when we first met, was to die free. Now it is to live with you, to love you…forever.”
“I share that same goal.” He moved over her, breeding without entry, intent on building her passion once more. “We’ll achieve it.” He’d ensure she lived forever, would protect her with everything he had, would satisfy her as thoroughly.
His shaft slid along her hot, wet feminine folds, that decadent contact shredding his control. She rocked her hips, increasing the impact. Her fingers drifted down his neck, curved over his shoulders.
He felt every brush of her skin against his, witnessed the darkness expanding in her eyes, watched as the beads of sweat formed on her cheeks. Nothing escaped his notice. He was focused on her, on her endless curves, her intoxicating scent, her little sounds of wanting.
They teased each other, kissing and caressing, their wildness escalating with their need. His female remained flushed from her earlier release and was enchantingly pink all over, her lips and her nipples three shades darker than the rest of her. He sucked on those spots while his female’s form rose and fell under his, her breasts pushing against his mouth and then falling away.
Sensations flooded his processors. Energy coursed through his circuits. The pressure on the base of his simulated spine increased.
He’d already seen her splinter into tiny pieces while in his hands, had heard her cry out in surrender, had tasted her capitulation. Her gratification had been one of the most arousing scenes he’d ever witnessed.
His body was primed after that encounter. He wouldn’t last long.
“I need to be inside you.” He repositioned himself and met her gaze, seeking confirmation she was ready for him.
She bent her knees, cradling him between her thighs. “Yes.” Her eyes were blurred with yearning. “I need you inside me.”
He pushed into her wet heat. Her walls hugged his tip, his rim, his shaft. He groaned. There was nothing in the universe better than being inside his female.
He could proclaim that with 100.0000 percent certainty. She was his safe haven, his place amongst the stars.
Other warriors might seek the Homeland. He would always seek her.
Her yielding folds touched his base and he paused, fully engulfed by his little human, that unparalleled experience made even better by the realization she chose him, she loved him. The connection between them was palpable, her breathing matching his, their bodies joined.
She hooked her ankles above his ass, clasped his biceps with her hands. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” And she was his. He pulled back to his rim, took a deep breath and thrust, using cyborg precision to drive to the same depth.
She gasped and dug her fingernails into his skin. That hint of pain excited him.
He pulled back, drove deep, pulled back, drove deep. His female—his partner, his equal—lifted her hips, rising to meet him.
She panted with exertion. He rumbled with joy, meshing his deep tones with her soft exclamations. The sleeping support banged against the wall as the savagery of their breeding spiraled upward.
“Harder.” His female issued that command. “Faster.” Her heels bounced off his ass cheeks.
He grunted and strove to please her, pounding into her with increased vigor. She held him tighter as their bodies crashed together again and again. Her wetness coated his skin. Her scent clung to him. Her moans filled his ears.
His female was all around him and he lost himself in her embrace. The rest of the universe disappeared from existence. He was with his female. She was his. She belonged to him. His heart burst with that realization.
“Love you.” He told her how he felt, unable and unwilling to contain his emotions. “Love you.”
“Love you.” Her cries joined his. Her declarations punctured his restraint like projectiles.
He shook with need. His processors whirred. He thrust to the tempo of her voice, following each ‘Love you’ with a drive forward, countering her verbal assault with a physical response.
The effort cost him. His balls ached. He was slowly giving up ground to her, to his desire.
Dissent clenched his jaw. He could stave off his release. He could—
“Love. You.” His female’s inner walls constricted around his shaft.
It was too much, felt too good. The last lingering remnants of his control capitulated to Greer’s advances.
“Love.” He roared, propelling himself forward. His base slapped against her pussy lips. Cum exploded from his tip, pleasure ripping through him.
His female’s screams faded. The bite of her fingernails against his biceps abated. His vision system went black and his auditory system turned silent.
For one moment, he felt only the most exquisite bliss and her. She was with him. He sensed her presence, not with any of his mechanics but in his heart, in his soul. Nothing, not even the most extreme release, could shut down their connection.
He came and came and came. As he transferred all he had to his female, the rapture eased and his systems rebooted.
Her beautiful face was the first thing he saw and it almost took him offline a second time. She was spectacular, her colors, the red of her hair, the green of her eyes, the pink of her lips, vivid.
And she was undamaged. He had protected her during his malfunction. His hips pinned her ass to the sleeping support. His arms braced the weight of him above her, caging her writhing form.
She hadn’t escaped him, hadn’t damaged herself. His little human had experienced only pleasure.
Relieved, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She sprawled over his form, a covering cloth of soft curves and quivering female.
He tamed her wild curls, stroked her back, listened to her breathing as it leveled. His female was with him, would always be with him. He reveled in that knowledge.
They lay in silence for a few moments, both of them lost in their own processing, their forms connected.
His female rested her chin on his chest and met his gaze. “I survived.”
His lips twitched. “I completed the calculations. There was a 100.0000 percent probability you’d survive our breeding.” He would never allow her to be damaged.
“It appears those projections were correct.” She grinned at him and he blinked, temporarily stunned by her radiance. “I assume we’re flying back to the Reckless, to the cyborg ship.”
Truth was on the bridge of their borrowed vessel, was navigating them in that direction. The D Model gave him and Captain constant updates on their position, relaying any possible threats, however minor.
“If the Reckless is not your preferred destination, we can ask to be dropped off somewhere else.” Dissent would give his freedom-loving female control over that decision.
“The Reckless is my preferred destination.” Her admission pleased him. “I’d like to meet Vector’s female, the being who convinced you to live for me.” She paused. “And I want to put faces to the names in the stories you’ve told me.”
“They want to meet you also.” His friends had told him that…numerous times. They shared his elation over finding his female.
Dissent was 95.6932 percent certain once she met the other warriors and their females, Greer would decide to join the crew of the Reckless.
She already felt at ease with Truth, the two of them bonding. And she had one major lifespan-altering experience in common with the others. She was a former slave as they all were.
They would respect her. She was a survivor and she was his. His observant little human would respond to that, would choose to live on the warship.
He wouldn’t have to leave his role and his friends. The other cyborgs would add a layer of protection around his female. She would be safe and happy.
And she would be his.
“Where is the Reckless going next?” Her voice bubbled with enthusiasm. “Are we exploring another planet?”
Are we exploring another planet? His chest expanded with joy. His female already considered herself to be part of the crew. “The Reckless’ next stop is Balazoid Minor, a small planet positioned five stars away from Altair Alpha.”
“I’ve heard of Balazoid Minor.” His female wiggled. That movement excited his already recovering form, upgrading the state of his cock from semi-hard to full hard. “Zloy’s crony, the male you killed in the market, hated that planet. He told Zloy if he had a world-ender, he’d destroy it.”
She paused.
An intriguing gleam lit her brilliant green eyes. “I really want to see it.”
The laugh that burst from Dissent’s lips echoed in the chamber, filling the space.
“I love you, my female.” He rolled her onto her back and braced himself above her.
Greer gripped his shoulders and smiled up at him. “I love you, my cyborg.”
Dissent covered his female’s lips with his.
Fraggin’ hole. He was a fortunate warrior.
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Other Books by Cynthia Sax
Cyborg Space Exploration
Choosing Chuckles
Doc's Orders
Cyborg Sizzle Series
Releasing Rage
Breathing Vapor
Being Green
Crash And Burn
Defying Death
Chasing Mayhem
Jumping Barrel
Hers To Command
Ghost of a Machine
Seeking Vector
Knowing Zip
Taking Vengeance
The C
yborg’s Secret Baby
Dark Arsenal
Refuge Series
Dark Thoughts
Dark Flight
Dark Strength
Dark Fire
Dark Warlord
Dark Cure
Chamele Barbarian Warlord Series
Warlord Sky
Warlord's Bounty
Warlord Unarmed
Releasing Rage - Excerpt
Here is an excerpt from Releasing Rage, the first story in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Doc first makes an appearance in this series.
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Joan pressed her hands against the exterior wall panel of his chambers. The thick metal door slid open. She stepped into the firewall square. The door behind her closed and she authorized the interior door to open.
A buzz swept over her. No, not simply over her. Into her. She gasped, her inhalation of air drawing more of this unknown presence inside her.
It was too much, almost suffocating. Joan swayed, lightheaded. “Do not faint. Do not faint,” she repeated to herself, closing her eyes.
The rolling under her feet gradually stopped. She opened her eyes and wished she hadn’t. Crimson spray covered everywhere she looked. Gore was splattered into the farthest corners, hanging from the ceiling. Cleaner bots scrubbed the walls and floor.
This was why she felt dizzy, she reasoned. She smelled and sensed this butchery.
C899321, the being she had been told was responsible, stood in his uploading dock, a cable inserted into his nape, his towering form naked, covered with blood, his long black hair dripping with it.
He turned his head, locked his gaze with hers and she sucked in her breath. There were worlds of agony, of rage, in those bright blue eyes. This was no rational, logic-driven cyborg. This was a man, an animal, crazed by bloodlust and pain.
“They thought to pacify me with the use of a human female?” he thundered, his deep gravelly voice clawing across her skin, awakening parts in her she didn’t realize slept. “I’d kill you before I allowed you to touch me.”
This insult didn’t hurt her the way he’d intended. Joan knew she wasn’t the slim tiny female males desired. She was solidly built, good breeding stock, as her mother had once said.
