Savage Planet Cyborg

by Cheyenne Hart

  She moaned and started to work her mouth further down his immense shaft until she could feel the end of it pressed against the opening of her throat. He pulsed inside her mouth with extreme power, the veins on the side of him sticking out and bulging as they pumped blood, keeping him as stiff as a rock, harder than the hardest steel. Simone had never been that into sucking dick, although she still did it. Giving pleasure was something she certainly did like, and taking care of people.

  So, she moved her lips back and forth over Jaxxon's more than impressive dick, loving how fresh and clean he tasted. He almost had that new cyborg smell too; a thought that made her laugh on the inside. Actually laughing while she was going down on a man was something that she would hate to do.

  "You know," she said, stopping and looking up at him from her kneeling position. "I don't mind if you want to get a touch rough with me. Just some harmless, painless, hair pulling maybe? You can spank me too if you like."

  "I will—when we get to that," he replied. Standing over her, the cyborg looked like an absolute god in all his perfectly chiseled glory. No one back on Earth had ever even begun to approach such perfection, even the most competitive athletes and body builders. And as for their faces, they often didn't quite match up to their perfect bodies there. But Jaxxon was handsome in a way that was nearly too perfect, but only nearly.

  "You're so fucking sexy," she said.

  "You're more than just sexy," he replied, putting his hand around his cock and guiding it back into her mouth. "Enough talk for now though. Just keep sucking." He began to thrust slightly into her as Simone bobbed her head forward to take him inside of her mouth. "Do you like that?" he asked her happily.

  Simone kind of had her mouth full and just moaned an affirmation instead of answering with words. Eventually, her pussy was too wet for her to continue with this any longer. She stopped, kissing the end of his dick right on the tight little hole, then stood up. "I need you to fuck me, Jaxxon. I think I need this more than I've needed anything in my whole life. At least, over these past few years anyway."

  He reached forward and kissed her, a smooth, perfectly executed kiss that was a combination of just the right amount of tongue, and just enough playful movement of the lips. Jaxxon put his hands on her waist and pulled her toward him. The way he drew her close made their bodies seem as one. And then there was his dick poking her very close to her pussy, making it impossible to be satisfied with kissing alone for too long.

  Simone had always thought of herself as a great kisser. It must have been something to do with her extensive medical training, working on all kinds of difficult techniques and gaining untold knowledge about the human anatomy and how it worked. While this was no human man she was currently locking lips with, the basics seemed to be quite the same thing.

  "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in all of my long, long years on this world," he said stopping their wonderful kissing. "I honestly wish I could kiss you and hold you close like this forever. But I think it's time for me to fuck you."

  "That's fine with me," she said.

  Jaxxon squeezed tighter where he had his hands around her waist and lifted her up off the ground with ease, as though she only weighed a few pounds. While she wasn't a particularly heavy gal—just slightly more to love, thanks to a healthy and nutritious diet—it would have been a feat for almost any other person to pick her up and make it look so easy. He took her over to the bed and rested her butt on the edge of it. Then, he pulled down her ugly doctor's pants and unbuttoned her white coat to reveal her sweet spot.

  Simone was shy about a guy looking at her pussy in such bright lights, although she knew that it was perfectly normal looking. This was a time for a lot of new things though, like crash landing on an alien planet for one. When Jaxxon knelt down in front of her, Simone didn't mind that he stopped and stared at her.

  "You have the most amazing opening," he said with no sense of trying to sound crude in the statement. "I want to fuck you, but first…" He leaned in and started to lick her pussy, slowly working around the opening first. The way that he moved so slowly, but with an intense kind of passion and precision that made it seem like he was going faster and all over the place, was impressive. There were obviously some built in extra senses about how to please a lady there, or maybe he was just very educated in the matter. Either way, Jaxxon knew how eat pussy like a professional.

  "Wow," Simone said. "Shit, shit, you're good at that." She grabbed onto the fabric that was covering the mattress and squeezed it hard, almost causing the whole thing to buckle up on the steel bed frame. Her thighs were closely pressed against his ears, her legs wrapping around him and drawing him in closer to her delicate cunt.

  "This is going to drive me crazy!" she shouted out. "I can't imagine anything else feeling this good again." The thought was kind of depressing, but she had that sweet cock filling up her waiting pussy to look forward to yet.

  Jaxxon finished licking her out, and stood up. "Turn around," he said.

  "Yes, sir." Simone threw her white doctor's coat to the floor, then removed the shirt she was wearing underneath. She had her bra on under that, but didn't want to get completely naked in case something happened that and she had to run for her life. In the circumstances, it didn't seem like too much of a compromise.

  Jaxxon pushed her forward so that she was leaning over the bed and stood up close behind her, sliding the end of his cock into the cusp of her waiting hole.

  Just that much was amazing, and Simone started to tingle in the strangest way. "That's so strange, it feels like I'm shaking or something. Can you feel that?"

  "Of course I can. It's me doing it. Here," he said, pushing forward more so that the first few of his many inches pushed into her slippery wet hole. He tensed his body a little and his cock began to whir inside of Simone's cunt. "You don't think they'd spend all that time upgrading every other part of my body and leave me with a regular, boring dick, do you?"

  Closing her eyes and thanking the universe and all that was kind and good, Simone clenched her teeth and pressed her face down into the soft yet firm first aid mattress. She turned her head to the side and said, "Show me what that wonderful cybernetic cock of yours is capable of, big boy."

  "That's not a problem, gorgeous." And it wasn't just vibrating now, but it seemed to be emitting some kind of strange pulsing sensation, almost like it was moving itself around inside of her. And something happened that started to make her clit feel good too.

  Simone couldn't take it any more. She had to know just what the fuck he was doing to make all of these new and wonderful sensations take place inside of her throbbing hole. "How the fuck are you doing that? I can't, oh my, what the fuck?" She didn't think it was possible to feel that way, but her whole being started to quiver, and she wasn't even in the process of peaking yet. Not yet, but soon, that much was obvious to her.

  "It's nothing that impressive. Just bite that mattress and get ready to climax harder than you thought possible. Believe me, you're going to be happy you came to this planet when you finally come on my dick."

  "Wow, you're very confident all of a sudden, AAHHH! Shit!" Clenching her teeth together even more tightly, Simone pressed her face down into the mattress in case she screamed accidentally. That was the last thing she wanted to do, because it was certain to bring those criminal bastards running into the room and ruining her good time before it could be properly completed.

  The whirring intensified just at the right times, boosting the sensation from whatever the fuck he was doing to make every last part of her completely filled hole, and her pussy's engorged hood, feel so amazing. It was almost like he knew when she was in need of a bit more stimulation, not to mention exactly where and how to apply it in the right spot. And also when to withdraw some, ease off and let her recover for a second or so before starting to fuck her flooding cunt with his cybernetic alien cock.

  "Don't stop," she said. "You're going to make me come. Fuck me, fuck me harder."

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bsp; Jaxxon didn't need to be asked again. He held onto her shoulders for a better position and started to pound her. It felt like he could easily break her in half if he was aiming to, but he was careful not to apply more force than she could handle. Her dripping wet pussy was stretched as wide as it could handle, and the throbbing end of his better-than-real cock was pushing up against her deepest insides.

  Faster and faster he went, slamming it into her and pulling out so that the end of his dick was just about at the entrance to her. Then, he would thrust back into her like some kind of highly specialized jackhammer. The effect was, to put it plainly, orgasmic. Simone screamed out into the mattress, trying to muffle herself with it, and attempting to keep herself from making any noise in the first place. But it felt like her entire body would boil over and explode if she didn't let out her thrill, the joy of feeling so amazingly good, the bliss that she was thankfully going through.

  Finally, Simone hit that lofty peak and came hard, contracting herself in waves, one squeezing feeling following the next. Each time that happened, Jaxxon groaned and his dick throbbed and pushed back against the walls of her insides. It was like a perpetual motion machine of lust and slippery wet fun.

  Jaxxon came into her, filling her up with a warm explosion [that threatened to overfill her. She could even feel it dripping out as he pushed forth into her, coating the lips of her cunt and tangling up the short section of pubic hairs she did keep during her regular trimming.

  "I can't… even… move," she finally managed to say when she turned her head to the side to take a breath. The mattress beneath her was warm and slightly damp from her hot, sweaty body. Her bra had slipped down during their passion and her nipples were exposed to the cool air that was coming into the room from some kind of ventilation system that was unseen. When she stood up and turned around, Jaxxon noticed this and admired her breasts.

  "You're more perfect than any machine could possibly be," he said. He leaned down and kissed each of her erect nipples, licking them over slightly with a gentle brushing-like motion of his tongue.

  "Holy shit," she whispered. "That's a little too intense for me to handle right now. I really wish I had a cigarette too."

  "Smoking? We have that kind of thing here, if my translator is accurate. You know that shit will kill you?"

  "Oh, don't worry about me. I only ever do it a few times a year when I—" She didn't want to finish that sentence and let him know how rarely she had actually been having her womanly desires attended to in recent years, since the passing of her husband anyway. "You know what, fuck cigarettes. That was better than any smoke could ever be. I do need to sit down though. Maybe let's put our clothes back on first?"

  "Good idea. We probably got lucky that no one came in while we were doing that. Not that I would have cared." He nudged her and they both giggled, which was very cute.

  Simone pushed him playfully and then started to put her panties and pants back on, followed by her lab coat. "Is it getting hot in here though? I guess that's probably just how it feels because of that insane sex. You really are a keeper, I think. At least until we get to do that again… after I recover." Her pussy was feeling a little bruised after such an intense fucking, but that was well worth it for how amazing it was. And that would be all better in a day or two anyway.

  11

  -Bree-

  "What are you going to do to me?" Bree asked. She was shaking slightly and hoped that Drydee hadn't noticed how scared she was. He obviously had some kind of special ability or talent, or they wouldn't have kept calling him a 'scent shifter.' "Please, just let me go back to my friend. I don't want to cause any more trouble. Didn't your boss say that we're worth more to her alive and unhurt? You don't want to piss her off, do you? She seems like the kind of woman who could get really nasty when she was upset, even with her own men." Bree knew that she sounded foolish even as the words came flooding out of her mouth, but she just couldn't stop. It was her nerves mixing up with all that fear and making her into a quivering mess of verbal diarrhea.

  Drydee was just standing there and saying nothing. It was impossible to tell what the guy was thinking because of that dark mask covering up most of his face. It was the kind that was made of cloth and wrapped around most of his head, like something that was perfect for wearing in the desert. That was fitting, since they were in an underground base beneath the desert right then. However, Bree got the feeling that he always wore just the same thing, no matter where he was—especially when he had plans to do something bad.

  "You're not much of a talker, are you?" she said, again letting her nerves make her keep saying things she instantly regretted. Bree wished that she was the type of girl who could just say nothing when the time was right for that sort of thing. If she could be more stoic and seem composed, unshaken by her adversaries and the world, the universe, in general, maybe things wouldn't always have to be so complicated in her life.

  "You want to know what a scent shifter does, don't you?"

  "Okay…" She walked around in the small room. It must have been some kind of closet actually, because there was hardly enough space in there to walk more than five steps in any one direction. "I will admit, I'm curious. Is that all you want with me, to show me what you can do? I'll be good, I promise."

  "Yes, I know you will. That's the whole point." He sounded muffled through his mask, but that was better than being able to fully see him. His eyes alone were intense enough, dark in the small amount of artificial light that was coming into the closet through a barred window above the door.

  Trying to act like she wasn't creeped out by that remark, Bree did her best poker face and replied, "I don't know what you mean by that." She walked around him and over to the other side of the room. Yes, that was trapping herself with him between her and the door. But she didn't have any plans of trying to make a break for it, not after this situation she'd already gotten herself into by being a rebel.

  The only things in the room were some empty shelves made of some kind of rusted metal, and a flat metal box against the wall opposite the door. That was interesting to Bree, because it seemed to be taking up maybe half of the original space that was in the room. Whatever that was, there was some serious alien machinery inside that she would love to be left alone to tinker with. Thinking about that helped to take her to her happy place, but she was sure Drydee was going to yank her out of that soon. What yanked her from there was a smell—the most peculiar and enticing smell.

  "I think you do know," he said.

  Bree honestly didn't. She was starting to feel strange though. And that happy place of invention and technology was leaving her as she drifted into this strange desire to know what was under that mask. In fact, she found herself peering at him and possibly even edging closer. Something about his voice was oddly alluring, suddenly. "What do you wear that mask for? Did something happen to you like it did with your boss?"

  "She's not my boss. No woman is my boss, especially you. I do think you're starting to feel what I mean now, right?"

  "No, I don't feel what you mean." Bree walked closer and she felt a tingle over her chest, then she was rubbing her hand over it, touching her perky breasts and feeling the way her nipples stuck out into the fabric of her work uniform. "This is going to sound weird, but you need to show me what's under your mask."

  "How about you take a look, sweetie?"

  "Fine," she replied. If Bree was anything, she was an inquisitive spirit and mind. No amount of fear was going to stop her. Now very close to this dangerous alien criminal, her hands were moving to his face and unfurling the mask. Beneath it… was nothing shocking or particularly interested. "You're a normal looking guy," she said.

  "That's right. I'm far from normal though." His face was not plain, and he was attractive in a traditional sense, with pale green eyes and a strong nose. He was focusing on something, tensing himself up.

  That's when it really hit her, and Bree understood what a scent shifter was. "You're using pheromones to make me lik
e you. There's no way I would have wanted to be this close to you otherwise."

  Drydee chuckled and leaned back against the door that he was standing before. "You don't just want to be near me though, do you?"

  "That's… I don't know what you mean."

  "Oh, really? So, you're going to stop me if I do this?" He kissed her, and the taste of his lips was like something reaching forward and taking hold of her brain. Suddenly, he stopped and withdrew from her.

  Lunging forward, she tried to kiss him. "I—I—" stuttered Bree, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She didn't want to stop. No, on the contrary, she wanted to kiss him—and to do much, much more—with a burning passion that was borderline painful.

  Drydee twirled around her with agile grace and backed away, chuckling at her mockingly.

  With her lust for this strange alien now at a dangerous peak, and her body raging for her to take this much further, Bree was infuriated. "Hey, you can't just leave a girl hanging. I know you're a fucking scumbag criminal, but that's just rude. Fuck me." She lunged forward and tried to grab his crotch.

  "No," he replied coldly, pushing her out of the way and backing to the other side of the room.

  Bree laughed a dead, angry laugh. "You fucking serious? I know what you're doing to me, and it's driving me insane. I'm going to get satisfaction, okay? Please, just fuck me, and I won't tell anyone."

  "I don't care who you tell. Remember that Starota gave you to me for my enjoyment. And we'll do this at my leisure. Besides, it's much more fun for me to watch you beg and squirm. I'll take my fill from some hired whore when we get to our next destination. You, I'll leave feeling the aching hole of nothingness that comes from your body craving something so much, and never being able to have it."

  "Fucker!" Bree screamed, rushing forward at Drydee. He must have been expecting such a reaction, because he easily stopped her. Putting his hands out and grappling with the relatively small woman, he only made a pseudo-effort to push back against her attack. They both went careening into the large box that was taking up much of the space in the room, and put an impressive dent in it. Under the influence of this freak's 'scent shifting' powers, Bree's strength was impressive.