by Cynthia Sax
J model warriors trained both cyborg and Tau Cetian youth, their exercises more playful than fierce. Mayhem and Menace tossed a squealing male humanoid back and forth. Other offspring lined up for an opportunity to be thrown.
Crash’s gaze returned to his female. She sat in the middle of less active offspring, sharing her adventures. She also relayed the stories he’d told her, sanitized for the younger audience, devoid of graphic violence or gruesome deaths. A little Tau Cetian female hugged her right leg, the child’s green-and-brown striped face tilted upward, her eyes wide.
Many of the tales centered around Nymphia or Gap. The two had become legends to the young beings, their exploits memorized and repeated.
His friend would like that. Crash’s lips curled upward. Gap would have strutted around the freighter, boasting about being a hero to youth everywhere.
A Tau Cetian boy grabbed a Tau Cetian girl’s arm. “You’re it.”
“Don’t touch her.” K067276, one of the not-yet-matured cyborgs, shoved the boy back hard. The humanoid fell on his tiny ass and wailed. The cyborg stood over him, his top lip curled in disgust, his small fists clenched. “She’s mine.”
“K067276.” Crash shook his head. A warrior comforted the Tau Cetian boy. “We talked about this.”
“My databases are functioning. I recall our conversation.” The cyborg offspring crossed his arms.
The kid had endured only a fraction of the brutal warrior training the Humanoid Alliance inflicted upon cyborgs yet his eyes held a hardness, an awareness that evil existed in the universe.
“I won’t touch my female until she has seen eighteen solar cycles.” K067276 stuck his chin out. “You said it would damage her and I’d die before I allowed that to happen. But no other male will touch her either.”
Crash shook his head, unable to fault the kid’s logic. Vapor and his female would have their hands full dealing with K067276. His bond with the Tau Cetian girl was undeniable and a first for the cyborgs. They hadn’t realized the connection formed from birth.
Though they should have. His gaze drifted to his Safyre. The base was genetic and that wouldn’t change with additional solar cycles.
The young cyborg leaned against the wall beside him, mimicking his stance.
“Warn the male first,” Crash advised. “If he transgresses again, take action. That’s the more honorable way.”
The kid nodded curtly. “I will be the most honorable warrior. My female will be proud to call me hers.”
“You’re a fortunate cyborg. You’re free and you have found your female.”
The kid had known pain. When the J models rescued him, he had been covered with his own blood. But, from this planet rotation onward, K067276 would also know love, have that goodness to balance the bad.
And there would be bad. The fight to liberate all cyborgs was far from over.
“I vowed that, when I was free, I’d give myself a name.” K067276 gazed up at him, his expression serious. While his form hadn’t yet matured and his fighting skills required honing, his processors were fully functional. He was more intelligent and more perceptive than many mature cyborgs. “That name must stand for honor, for bravery, for killing expertise. My female must know I’m willing to sacrifice everything for her.” The kid paused. “She must also be able to pronounce it.”
That would limit his options. The girl was very young and humanoids progressed much slower than cyborgs.
“I’ve decided upon a name,” K067276 informed him gravely. “But your female said I can use it only if you give me permission.”
Fraggin’ hole. Crash swallowed hard. “You wish to call yourself Gap.” Emotion constricted his throat. The cyborg wanted to name himself after his friend.
“He’s the most courageous, skilled, worthy cyborg that I know of.” K067276 dipped his head. “I strive to emulate him. I’ll never bring disgrace to the name or to my female. She will never wish to escape me.”
Crash glanced at Safyre and his lips twisted. Even the newly manufactured cyborgs had heard tales of their escapades. “Some females enjoy being chased.”
The young cyborg cocked his head to the side. “Is that why my female enjoys playing that foolish tag game with the other offspring?”
That foolish tag game was going to get some being killed. Another small male approached the kid’s female.
“Perhaps.” Crash would soon play a very adult game of tag with his Safyre. “You have my permission to use Gap’s name. He would have been honored by the request.” He’d live forever in the young cyborg and in the offspring he’d produce.
“You won’t regret that decision.” The kid stalked toward his female, his gaze trained on the boy standing too close to her.
“Issue a warning first,” Crash called after him.
“I will.” The kid’s head bobbed. “Male,” he barked. The boy’s head jerked upward. “This is a warning. Touch my female again and I will cut off your hands and shove them down your throat.”
The girl sucked on one of her thumbs, looking at him with wide eyes. The boy he had warned started crying.
Crash said nothing. Threats of violence were an improvement over acts of violence.
“What happened?” His Safyre walked toward him, her generous hips swaying, a smile on her beautiful face.
“Don’t concern yourself with what has happened, my female.” He gazed at her with open admiration, thrilled that she was his. “Worry about what will happen.”
She raised her eyebrows. “And what will happen?”
“If you don’t reach our chambers before I do, you’ll find out.”
Her eyes sparkled. “No.” Her musk filled his nostrils. His challenge aroused his female. “You wouldn’t.”
Although Crash had no idea what she referred to, he assured her, “I would.”
“Give me a head start.” She danced in place, glancing at the exit.
“I’ll count to ten.”
“You’ll count to twenty,” she countered.
“I’ll count to ten.” He wouldn’t relent. Because he knew his female. She didn’t want him to change the rules. She liked a challenge. “One.”
“Shit.” She turned and ran, sprinting through the doors, her spiked orange hair streaming behind her like a comet. Crash’s chest expanded with pride. She was a glorious female, one of a kind. There was no being like her.
Heads turned toward him, the children looking at him for an explanation. Some of them appeared anxious, fidgeting, their faces screwed up as though they were considering whether or not they should cry. They’d seen so much death during their short lifespans.
“We’re playing tag.” Crash smiled, attempting to reassure them.
K067276…Gap nodded gravely, accepting that explanation. The J model warriors laughed, suspecting another reason for her hasty departure. The children resumed playing, confident that they weren’t in danger.
His female, however, was in danger…of being ravished. Crash counted slowly.
Through their private transmission line, he heard her rapid steps, her breathing, the mystified greetings of the warriors she passed.
“8…9…10.” He strode out the doors, his heart pounding with anticipation.
A little Tau Cetian boy tried to follow him. A warrior scooped the child up, preventing his exit. The kid giggled, waving at him.
Crash waved back, his heart light. A solar cycle from now, his own offspring’s laughter could be following him through the open doors.
His Safyre had made that future a possibility. He tracked her scent through the hallways. She’d left a delectable trail. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. He could find her blindfolded in a crowd. He was that attuned to her fragrance.
The game they were playing had an audience. A trio of amused warriors threw out comments as he passed them.
“She got away from you again, we see.”
“What is it about you that makes your female want to escape?”
“Do you need any help capturi
ng her, E model?”
Crash ignored them, keeping his gaze trained before him. She was human, lush, built for loving, not running. He was a cyborg, with a cyborg’s speed. His muscles didn’t even strain from the exertion.
The gap between them narrowed, her breathing growing louder, her scent strengthening. Energy pulsed through his circuits. His cock hardened.
He turned right, entering another hallway and spotted the flutter of a gray flight suit as she rounded a corner. She didn’t detect him. His tread was silent.
Normally.
Crash stomped his booted feet against the floor tiles, ensuring she heard his arrival. His Safyre squeaked and accelerated.
He slowed, moderating his pace, prolonging their play, herding his sexy prey toward their sleeping chamber. His female allowed herself to be guided, making choices that brought her closer to their temporary home.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her arousal intensified with every step. His gaze lowered to her generous ass. The fabric of the flight suit pulled across her curves.
Crash chased his female until she tired, her velocity reducing. Then he accelerated to full cyborg speed, moving faster than a human eye could detect. She was in his arms before she realized he had caught up with her.
“Put me down, warrior.” She kicked her legs.
He stopped abruptly and held her body away from his. “Is that what you want, my Safyre?” he teased, knowing it wasn’t.
“Fuck you.” She slapped his chest. “Don’t you dare put me down. You caught me. You keep me. Those are the rules.”
“I like those rules.” Crash slung her over his right shoulder, enjoying the softness of her form.
He strapped his arms over her legs, securing her to him, and ran, completing a victory lap around the ship, passing groups of jeering cyborgs. He’d caught his female. She was his and he’d never let her go.
“Are you done showing off?” Her tone was dry. He hadn’t fooled his highly intelligent human. She knew exactly what he was doing.
“When a warrior has a female like this.” Crash patted her ass. “He can’t resist showing off.”
“When a warrior has a female like this.” She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. “He should give her what she wants.”
“And what does my female want?” He turned toward their chambers, anticipating her answer.
“I want you.” She splayed her fingers over his back and pleasure flowed down his spine. “Inside me.” Her voice was husky with desire. “Now.”
Fraggin’ hole. He loved this being.
Crash smacked his palm on the control panel and entered their sleeping chamber, discarding his flight suit as he walked. His Safyre must have been as anxious to feel her skin against his. She kicked off her boots and wiggled out of her clothing. They left a trail of garments on the floor.
She was warm, soft, passionate, dragging her lips down his neck, over his collarbone. Although she was a fragile human, she was no shy, retiring female. His Safyre knew what she needed and wasn’t timid about reaching for it.
She needed him.
He laid her on the sleeping support. She wrapped her arms around his chest, her legs around his waist and drew him into her. Her pussy was wet, warm, welcoming, engulfing his hard shaft, surrounding him.
Crash covered her lips with his, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he slid deeper and deeper. Her fingers and toes curled. A moan rose in her throat, traveling from her body to his. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples tight.
He seated himself fully in her, his hips cradled between her thighs, his base flattening her feminine folds. She sucked on his tongue, her eyes shining with lust, with love, her orange hair a blaze of color against the white sleeping support.
Crash braced himself over her, gazing at the stunning female under him, humbled that she was his. When he decided to claim her, seeking to save her life, he’d thought he’d be settling, forgoing a forever love for fleeting companionship. Instead, he’d been given all a cyborg could possibly want.
“Stop gawking at me.” She kicked her heels against his ass. “And move, warrior.”
He laughed. “You’re fierce, my Safyre.” Crash pulled out, slammed back into her, pulled out, slammed back into her. She rose into the movement, undulating, a lush wave of sensual female, beckoning him, urging him to breed with her faster.
They collided and drew apart, two unstoppable forces focused on the same target. She didn’t wait for direction, didn’t blindly follow his lead. His Safyre battled alongside him, pushing against him, meeting him midway.
Her cheeks flushed. A sheen of moisture formed on her skin, causing her to glisten. Her lips parted. The sounds of their joining filled his auditory system. Her pussy juices branded his aching balls.
“Crash.” She needed more. He read that in her big brown eyes.
Crash propelled himself upward. Airborne for a moment, he grasped her hands, slipped his fingers between hers, and supported his weight with his fingertips. She inhaled sharply, her pussy walls constricting around his shaft, and he gritted his teeth, needing all of his cyborg control to prevent himself from coming.
His female was restrained, her hands pinned to the sleeping support, and this excited her. Her form trembled, massaging him all over, the contact shaking him to his frame.
“I have you, my Safyre.” Crash pressed his cheek against hers. “I’m never letting you go. Never.”
“Don’t want you to.” She panted. “Ever.” She lifted her hips. “I’d fight for you, for this, for us.”
“You’ll never have to.” He’d keep her safe. Crash mouthed over her skin. She was his future, his home, his heart.
He drove into her, half crazed with wanting yet instinctively never giving her more than she could handle, tempering his cyborg strength, his pleasure tied to hers.
“Fuck yeah, Crash. Yeah.” She was close, losing the ability to form full sentences.
And frag, he was too. His shaft swelled. His balls felt like they were going to explode. Pressure formed at the base of his spine.
“Love. You. So much.” His Safyre lunged forward and bit his bottom lip.
The pain, the words shattered him, destroying him more than any projectile ever could. He roared, thrust deep, swiveled his hips. She screamed, clenched his cock with her inner walls, and his circuits shorted. Cum shot from his tip. She gripped him tighter, squirming under him.
He gave her everything, all of his essence, all of him, not holding back, both his mechanics and his organics aligned in needing to mark her, claim her. Ecstasy burned through him, savage and searing, his vision system unable to compensate for the blinding brightness.
Crash thrust once, twice more, and fell into her. His strong female absorbed his weight with a mere murmur, her body quivering. He burrowed his face against her neck, inhaling her musk.
“I love you, my Safyre.” Crash mouthed those words against her skin. “I’ve caught you and I’m keeping you.”
“I allowed you to catch me.” He heard the smile in her voice. “And I want you and only you to keep me.” She squeezed his fingers. “I love you, my Crash.”
He grinned. She would make his long lifespan exciting.
He wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Other Books by Cynthia Sax
Cyborg Sizzle Series
Releasing Rage
Breathing Vapor
Being Green
About Cynthia Sax
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic roma
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She lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
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