Doc's Orders
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“Yes, I love you.” She gripped his shoulders, bracing for the completeness joining with him gave her, the soul-deep connection, the unbreakable link she had found with her outsider.
“Love.” He thrust, filling her as no other male ever could, touching the inner part of her, her heart, her soul.
“Yes.” Her spine bowed, her breasts flattening against his chest.
“Love.” He pulled back and drove forward, pulled back and drove forward, repeating that one word, an affirmation of his devotion.
The future consisted of many unknowns. She didn’t know where they would travel, who they would meet, what they would see. But she’d be with Doc—her mate, her cyborg. They would explore the universe together.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, linking her ankles over his clenched ass cheeks, and rose to meet each of his thrusts. Their bodies slapped together, tantalizing heat spreading from each point of contact.
Around them, images of her planet played. It was no longer her home, but it would always have a place in her heart. Khambalia 5 would always be the site where she first met her mate, where she realized she wasn’t lacking in any way. She hadn’t been alone. Her male merely hadn’t come for her yet. He hadn’t yet found her.
Now, he was with her, was ravishing her to the point of sweet agony. Bands of wanting strapped around her chest and squeezed. She panted. Sweat slicked her skin. The light shining from her illuminated his form, his countenance.
Paha teeth. She loved his face. She loved all of him, that caring escalating her lust. Her inner walls closed around his shaft.
His joining became more frenzied, less smooth. He plunged into her with a frantic desperation. The sleeping support banged against the wall.
She bounced her heels against his ass. He retaliated, filling her with rigid cock and rotating his hips, rubbing against both of her clits.
It was too much. She broke into a million fragments, screaming his name, clenching his shaft.
“Mine.” He roared his ownership of her, pushing deeper.
Hot cum blasted her sensitive flesh. She thrashed, bombarded with pleasure, squeezed down on him again.
That released another round of nanocybotic-infused cum. Her screams loudened. Her bliss intensified.
Colors exploded in her brain, brighter than those found in any lava pocket. She slapped her palms against his chest. More jets of his essence coursed into her, each round diminishing until there was nothing left.
“Love. You.” He shuddered and collapsed.
“I love you too, mate.” Her voice was muffled by male chest.
He grunted and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She sprawled over his big body, her mind spinning, her arms and legs limp.
They lay, their forms entwined, their breathing synchronizing.
Her strength returned. She folded her arms on his chest, rested her chin on them, and looked upward.
Her cyborg’s eyes were a serene gray, his machine back in control. His face was framed by the intense glow behind him, a light rivaling the one originating from her.
It took her several heartbeats to realize what she was seeing. “That’s the sun.” It was more stunning than she’d ever imagined.
He lifted his head, gazed at the wall before him, that one showing the same image. “That’s the sun.” He confirmed her guess.
Allinen smiled. She was in the arms of the male she loved, the male who loved her also, and the sun was shining.
The future was almost blindingly bright.
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Cyborg Space Exploration
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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 Cyborg’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
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.
She discarded his words and focused on the torment in his tones. He hurt. Horrifically. Her fingers twitched, the urge to reach out to him, to comfort him, tremendous. Judging by the flex of his powerful biceps and thigh muscles, by the anger radiating from him, he wouldn’t appreciate that response.
He also wouldn’t listen to any command she issued. A reprimand, verbal or physical, would add to his hostility. Some being had already tried to restrain him and failed. The reportedly unbreakable wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the frame of the uploading dock had been shattered, rendered useless.
Joan discarded four solar cycles’ worth of theory on how to handle malfunctioning cyborgs, realizing now that the academy experts knew nothing.
Her late father, however, had taught her how to deal with wild beasts.
“I would never touch you without your permission.” She lowered her gaze, showing submission, recognizing C899321 as the dominant male he was. He’d seek to harm any aggressor, to protect himself and his territory. If she wasn’t female, she suspected she’d already be dead.
“I also would never hurt you.” Joan stuffed a couple of cleaning cloths into her pockets and dropped to her knees, into a puddle of red. The moisture s
oaked through her flight suit. “I’m here to serve you, to clean you.”
She slowly crawled forward through the liquefied remains of the previous engineer. Having lived on an agri lot and spending the last solar cycle in the waste processing chambers, guck no longer fazed her.
“You don’t want to be dirty.” Joan kept her head bowed, her voice calm and soft. “That would interfere with your mechanics.”
She filled the silence with a flow of reassuring words, telling him she meant him no harm, that she was there to help him. Joan kept her gaze lowered, concentrating on his feet. He stood with them braced apart, preparing for an attack, ready to defend himself. His feet appeared human except much, much larger, his metal frame concealed with skin. When not covered with blood, that skin would be gray.
The current J models could pass for human, designed not to frighten the general population. The C models were clearly cyborg, from their giant stature to their unnatural skin tone. Some engineers found them to be scary and primitive. Joan didn’t. She associated C models with safety, with caring, with C345925’s unexpected act of kindness.
Joan knelt in front of C899321. Her heart pounded so loudly, she suspected with his superior senses, he could hear her.
Moments passed. She remained motionless, allowing him to look at her, to smell her, to become accustomed to the sound of her voice.
He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, signaling his readiness and she spoke. “I have a cleaning cloth in my pocket.” She held up her hands, showing him her empty palms. “Can I remove it?”
She waited and waited and waited. He said nothing.
“I told you I wouldn’t take action without your consent.” She wasn’t foolish. Touching a wild thing without permission resulted in death.
“Yes.” His voice was impossibly deep.
“Thank you.” Joan slipped her fingers into her pocket, slowly as to not spook him, and extracted a blue cleaning cloth. “I value your trust.” She opened the enhanced fabric, stretching it tight, allowing him to examine it. “May I clean your feet?”
There was another long pause.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” No male should have a voice like that, like an endless night filled with decadence and sin. She resisted the urge to wiggle her ass, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening, and focused on her task, cleaning his ankles, heels, every toe, talking as she did so. The cyborg lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing her to swipe the cloth over his soles.
The fabric sucked up the blood, rearranging the molecules into air. His skin was soft, warm, surprisingly scarred. Joan frowned. “Your nanocybotics must have been suppressed when you were damaged. There should be no marks.”
She traced a long slash on his right foot. It was an old wound. “The enemy found a way to do this.” That alarmed her. This flaw in his defenses put her cyborg at risk. “Why wasn’t this development covered in any of the information bulletins I’ve viewed?” Engineers should be working on a countermeasure.
“Are you mentally deficient?” His tone was harsh. “You must be if you volunteered to breed with a C model cyborg.”
Joan gritted her teeth at his assumption about her role. “I’m your engineer, not a breeding female.”
“You lie.” He snorted softly. “Your uniform is gray, not blood-red, and if you were truly my engineer, as you claim, you’d know my damage was inflicted by my previous handlers.”
“I was positioned in the waste processing chambers. That’s why I wear a gray uniform.” Signaling to everyone her lowly status. “And why would a handler hurt you? Our job is to ensure you operate at optimal efficiency.”
“Why would they hurt me? Because they’re cruel humans and I’m a disposable cyborg. Because I operated outside specifications. Because they wished to duplicate my kill rates. Do you need more reasons?”
They’d experimented on him. She gazed at his toes, absorbing this knowledge. Blood had dripped down his legs, coating them with crimson once more. “May I clean your legs?”
He sighed, his muscles flexing and releasing. “You clearly need to be told everything. I must be cleaned from the top down.”
She knew that. “You’d agree to me cleaning your face?”
“Do I have a choice?” His words were bitter.
“Yes.” Joan looked upward, meeting his gaze. “You know how best to maximize your kill rates. Within these chambers, I serve you.”
His eyes flashed with blue currents of energy. “Stop with your lies. I won’t believe them.”
“You’re bigger, stronger, think you’re more intelligent.” She lifted her chin. “Why would I lie to you?”
“I’ll test you, little engineer, and if you fail, you’ll die.”
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