by Cynthia Sax
How many females had the other cyborgs saved? His female had asked.
In the past, none. He hadn’t asked his brethren, hadn’t given them that choice, that opportunity.
“Cyborg. Help.” Ghost communicated to his female.
“What do they want us to do?” She positioned her hands over the control panel. “Should we move—”
“Stay.” He reduced all non-essential power on the warship. The lights dimmed. The images on the main viewscreen remained.
“You’re darkening the ship. We’ll blend into the blackness of space.” His female’s forehead furrowed with thought lines. “But they’ll still see us, using their systems.”
“Cyborgs,” he reminded her.
She turned her head toward him. Her eyes widened. “The cyborgs are manipulating the Humanoid Alliance systems.”
“Try.” The chances of success weren’t one hundred percent.
“They will try to manipulate the systems.” His female swung her legs to the side, sitting across his thighs. “And we’re to sit here and hope they’re successful.”
Ghost grunted. That plan had the highest possibility of survival.
“I prefer to take action, to attack them.”
He preferred to attack the enemy also. If it were him alone he might do that, but he was with his female. He wouldn’t risk her lifespan because he had no patience.
Or because it damaged his pride to rely on others for help.
“Fleet.” There were too many battle stations. “Cannot fight.” One battle station would be a challenge to defeat. “Would die.” They wouldn’t survive a confrontation.
“We could die if we don’t do anything.” She pursed her lips. “If they fight us with warships, we might down one or two of them.”
“No.”
His female opened her mouth.
“No,” he repeated.
She snapped her mouth shut, looking adorably disgruntled.
The battle stations crept closer and closer to them. Soon the warship would show up on the Humanoid Alliance’s viewscreens.
Unless his brethren tampered with the battle stations’ systems. All of them. That task would be impossible for humans, was daunting for cyborgs.
“We’re relying on your cyborg buddies to protect us,” his female whispered. “In the past, when I relied on other beings to protect me, they didn’t.”
“Trust.” Cyborgs wouldn’t betray her as the humans had.
“I’m not good at trust, Ghost.” She shook. “And I don’t know them.”
“Trust me.”
She gazed at him for a moment and then dipped her head, a small slight movement that meant the universe to him.
His constantly doubting female trusted him. Ghost felt as though he’d won the biggest battle of his lifespan.
They watched the main viewscreen. The enemy, if nothing had been done, would have detected them by now. Yet they gave no indication that they had. The progression of the battle stations didn’t accelerate or slow, didn’t deviate from the projected path.
“Safe.” Ghost pulled his female closer to him and wrapped his frame protectively around her lush curves. His hard cock pressed against her thighs.
“We’re not safe yet.” Her voice was barely audible, even with his enhanced cyborg senses. “On Mercury Minor, there would be these stretches of silence between the Humanoid Alliance bombardments. I would wait, knowing a missile could drop on me in the next heartbeat.”
He brushed his chin against his female’s golden curls. “Not alone. Have me.”
Ghost was acutely aware he wasn’t enough. This confrontation had showed him that. He required the assistance of other cyborgs, couldn’t protect her in isolation.
“Father. Tell me.” He sought to distract her.
“You want to hear about my father now?”
Ghost grunted. They had the time now and he longed to hear another one of her instructive stories.
Her father had five human offspring and had been skilled in the training of them. Admiration warmed his female’s voice every time she spoke of the male.
Ghost would glean information from her recounting, save it in his databases, and when they manufactured offspring, he would utilize it. He would excel at the human father role. Admiration would warm their offsprings’ voices.
They would love him as his female loved her father.
“My father was a huge male,” she whispered.
Ghost was also a huge male. He checked that quality off his human father list.
“He would carry me on his shoulders while he walked around the settlement.”
Ghost carried his female over his shoulders. If he carried her on his shoulders, she would crack her head on the ceiling. “Danger.” He motioned from the top of his head upward.
She laughed softly. “I was smaller then and we were outside.”
Small female. Outside. Ghost added those parameters to the task.
“One planet rotation, he gave me a dagger crafted from wood. All the fathers gave their children the same blunt weapons.”
Ghost listened intently, vastly enjoying the action-filled story of offspring armed with daggers, positioned on their fathers’ shoulders. That training taught his female battle strategy and had given her courage.
Their offspring would fight on his shoulders. They would learn battle strategy and be given courage also.
The battle stations drifted by them, silent giant vessels of destruction.
His female’s breath hitched. She became quiet and still.
Ghost rubbed her back, needing to touch her, to assure himself she was undamaged, alive.
The battle stations didn’t slow, didn’t stop, didn’t fire upon their ship.
His female exhaled heavily, her shoulders lowering.
Ghost tracked the battle stations as they moved away from the warship. Lowering her voice to a whisper, his female told him another story about her father, adding more tasks to his human father list.
Your female is safe, C Model, Force transmitted, a tinge of cockiness hanging off each word.
Thank you. Ghost’s gratitude overwhelmed his pride. Never forget.
He owed the J Models a debt. When called upon, he would pay it. Ghost wrapped one of his female’s curls around his right index finger.
We’re cyborgs. We never forget. Force laughed. And you’ve already thanked us. You’ve been transmitting everything your female says and does.
Fraggin’ hole. He had assumed the J Model had ended the transmission. Communications wasn’t Ghost’s strength.
A planet rotation in the future, my offspring, wielding wooden weapons, will meet yours in mock battle, C Model. Force’s transmission held longing in its tone. My offspring, being a J Model, will be triumphant.
Ghost huffed his disagreement. His offspring would defeat the J Model’s offspring, toppling him from his father’s shoulders.
Move your female to cyborg-controlled space. Force gave him unwanted advice. We might not be able to save you the next time. He ended the transmission.
Ghost scowled. He didn’t need to be told how to protect his female.
“What is it?” She gazed at him, concern reflecting in her big brown eyes. “Have the Humanoid Alliance battle stations detected us?”
He pressed his lips against her forehead, tasting the salt of her skin. “Safe.” He would keep her that way.
Ghost restarted the engines. The floor tiles vibrated under his bare feet. He brightened the lights.
His female turned to face the main viewscreen. She looked down at their shared control panel. “I’m resuming our course to Earth Minor.” She steered the warship toward the distant planet.
He ran through the system checks, verified that liquid filtration was operational.
“Deneb 9 is on the way to Earth Minor.” His female’s casual tone didn’t fool him.
“No.” Landing on Deneb 9 was much too dangerous. “Rebels assist.” Others could help the locals.
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sp; “I’m the captain.” She lifted her chin.
“More than that.” Ghost rested his chin on her head. “Mine.”
She was the reason he had repaired himself. She was why he spoke. She was the only being holding his damaged soul together. Without her, he’d be locked in his chamber, killing anyone who entered. He’d be alone, without hope, without caring.
“Cannot lose.” His voice broke.
His female turned and studied his face for one, two heartbeats. “You won’t lose me.” She bracketed his cheeks with her soft hands and leaned her forehead against his, the tips of their noses touching. “I will remain by your side for as long as you desire.”
“Always.” That was what he desired.
“I will remain by your side always,” she amended. “I’ve only used that word with you, cyborg.” Her laughter was shaky. “I don’t believe in it.”
“Will.” He would teach her the meaning of always.
“Will I believe?” She brushed her lips over his, the gentlest of caresses, and he froze in place, completely captivated by her, his little human. “Can you give me a glimpse of forever now?” She extended her dainty pink tongue and skimmed it along his flesh. “When you touch me, breed with me, I see it.”
Ghost gazed at her, a powerful C Model cyborg rendered immobile by his female.
“There’s eternity in your brilliant blue eyes when I kiss you.” She toyed with his bottom lip, stripping the little restraint he had lick by lick. “I wonder…”
His fingers curled into fists. Her wondering would undo him entirely. He sensed that.
“What will I view when I kiss you all over?” She mouthed over his chin. “Will sucking your cock make me believe in always?”
His cock bobbed, willing to give that method a try.
“I’ll make you a deal, cyborg.” She inhaled his skin, pulling it, pulling it. Then she released him. “I’ll take you into my hot mouth if you show me forever.”
This was one deal he’d accept. “Suck me, Mine.”
Chapter Twelve
They could have died this planet rotation.
Lethe followed the vein on Ghost’s neck with her tongue, tasting metal and aroused male. Her A Class Warship, her solar cycles of training, even the warrior she was touching couldn’t have stopped the Humanoid Alliance from blowing up their ship.
They were saved by others, by strangers, cyborgs neither of them had ever met. Ghost didn’t have to say it. She knew his brethren had put their own lifespans at risk to save the two of them.
That they would do so gave her hope. When faced with disaster, with possible death, her cyborg might not leave her. He might stand by her side.
She explored his collarbone, nibbling along it with her lips. His muscles were flexed tight against her. His cock was hard. His fists were clenched.
He wanted her.
She laved the hollow between his pecs with the flat of her tongue and he shuddered. During the previous encounters, he’d taken her. Now, she would take him.
She licked over his cascading abs, the wetness making his gray skin shine like metal. “Show me forever, Ghost.” She gazed into his eyes. Flashes of energy illuminated his irises. “Make me believe.”
“Mine.” His low rumble tightened her nipples.
She rubbed along his body, lowering to her knees before him. The floor tiles were cool against her skin. He was hot all over. She navigated the vee at his hips, kissing and caressing teasingly close to his erection.
The sound in his chest grew louder. He shifted in his seat.
Lethe intentionally skipped his cock, moved to his thighs, worshipping every muscle. His fingers opened and closed, opened and closed around nothing.
Her dominant male wanted to take control.
She wanted that also. Since she had fourteen solar cycles, she’d made all of the decisions. Some were good. Some were disastrous.
During their encounters, she enjoyed giving that task to him.
“Guide me, cyborg.” She murmured against his knee.
He lunged to his feet, knocking her backward, and stood before her, huge and hulking, his massive body blocking some of the light, casting a shadow over her.
“Mine.” He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her to him. Tinges of pain shot over her scalp, reaffirming he had her. She wasn’t alone. He would never let her go.
As soon as that thought sped through her brain, she mentally twitched. He would never let her go. That blasted male was making her believe in forever.
She lowered her gaze, not wanting him to see that realization in her eyes. A bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip of his cock. She swept her tongue over her bottom lip. What would he taste like?
“Lick.” He ordered.
She extended her tongue, flicked it over his cock head. He jerked, his grip on her hair tightening.
“Mmm…” She hummed, his essence bubbling in her mouth. “You’re delicious.”
Lethe polished his flesh, poked into his slit, looking for more pre-cum. His jaw jutted, her primitive male’s patience tested. She skimmed his rim, tapping her tongue against him. He bobbed with each slap.
“Suck.” His tone didn’t allow any disobedience.
She pushed her lips over his tip, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He watched her, his eyes turbulent, the light show within his irises revealing his need.
He was thick and long, too long for her to handle. His tip touched the back of her throat. She gazed at him and wrapped her fingers around his exposed remaining shaft.
“Mine.” The pride in his voice made her glow.
She sucked. He groaned, all of his muscles flexing. She released and he relaxed. Then she sucked again. He groaned louder, his body becoming rock-hard all over.
This male was hers. She drew back, dragging her lips over his cock. He pushed his hips forward, not wanting that retreat.
She advanced once more. Too slowly, she assumed, for Ghost’s liking. He tugged on her hair. She resisted, liking the pain. He cupped her scalp and drove his cock into her mouth.
His balls smacked her chin. Ghost grunted with satisfaction.
He held her to him, thrusting and pulling back, thrusting and pulling back, fucking her face with a fierce intensity yet also with a cyborg’s precision, never going deeper than he should, his tip beating a gentle tempo against her throat.
Lethe clasped his hips and held on, accepting all that he gave her, submitting to his ravishment. He was using her for his sexual satisfaction yet this was more. She saw that in his gaze. She felt it in his touch. The connection between them strengthened, the passion, the caring.
That last word felt too weak for what she experienced. She’d never trusted a being as she trusted Ghost. She desired him, wanted to please him.
Lethe cradled his shaft with her tongue. Her lips pulsed to his rhythm.
“Mine.” He bellowed his special name for her with each surge forward.
And in this moment, her body, her mind, her soul was his. She belonged with him as she had never belonged anywhere else.
When she was young, she thought she had been seeking a place. She hadn’t belonged on Mercury Minor. She believed she would fit in somewhere else, on a different planet, a different world.
She realized now she was seeking a being.
Not any being.
Ghost.
His pace quickened. He clenched his jaw. Veins lifted in his arms, legs. His balls hugged his shaft. Her cyborg was close to coming.
Part of her wanted to delay his release. The longer he held back, the longer they’d remain physically linked, and she liked that. Very much.
But another part of her wanted to push him, to show him he wasn’t truly in control, not of this, his satisfaction. She was his master.
Lethe released her death grip on his hips and closed her fingers around his balls. His eyes widened. She squeezed.
He howled, thrusting forward. His nanocybotics-infused cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed
and her smugness was blasted to pieces by the most exquisite pleasure.
Lethe shrieked around his cock, the sound muffled by his flesh, her response drawing more cum from his shuddering form. A second, third, fourth wave of bliss swept over her.
She shook. He held her to him, not allowing her to escape him. She writhed, twisted, fighting him, knowing he wouldn’t let go, not now. Her gaze met his. Perhaps not ever.
Dazed by her multiple orgasms, she licked him clean, every drop adding to her happiness. The fizzing in her mouth, arms, fingertips, would lessen but wouldn’t entirely vanish. She would keep that part of him forever.
“You kept your side of the deal.” She smiled up at him.
“Forever?”
She nodded. She had seen forever in his eyes.
He lifted her high against his chest, the power in his physique exciting her. “Look like you?” His gaze sizzled with heat.
Had forever looked like her?
She gulped air. The male didn’t speak often but every time he did, he wrapped himself a little tighter around her heart. “You know who I saw.” Her voice was husky with emotion.
She had seen him, only him.
Ghost grunted. He claimed her captain’s chair for his own once again and set her on his lap. Her ass was perched on one thigh. Her legs were draped over the other.
“I kept my side of the deal also.” She still felt him inside her mouth, her lips stretched tight around him, his cum dancing on her tongue.
He cupped her chin. His head lowered. She stared at him with shock and wonder.
Ghost covered her lips with his, plunged his tongue between her parted teeth.
Stars. She wiggled closer, pressing her body against his. Her savage male was tasting himself.
He sucked on her tongue as she had sucked on his cock. She pulsed with wanting, again, still, always.
“You make me believe,” she whispered against Ghost’s lips.
Those lips curled upward.
* * *
The next planet rotation, Lethe was seated on Ghost’s lap yet again. They were both naked except for the big black boots on their feet. She had found him a pair in a storage chamber after she’d woken.
“You don’t have to wear them all the time.” She knew he preferred to be completely nude.
