I put my hands on Jasiah’s waist and pulled him down as he was hovering above me and supporting all of his body weight. His hips pressed against mine and I felt the long length of his erection against my stomach. Certain things south of my belly button clenched in anticipation as Jasiah’s tongue swiped just below my ear, which was a sweet spot for me. A moan slipped from my lips and I rolled my hips against his unconsciously.
“Anna…” Jasiah practically growled my name and my vision blurred a little at the sexy sound of it. I wondered when the last time I had sex was, I was definitely overheating and both Jasiah and I were still fully clothed. I slid my hands underneath his pullover and splayed them against his defined abdomen.
“Oh my god… Jasiah can we get naked now?” I asked, and he chuckled as he straightened onto his knees and pulled his blazer off, followed by his pullover. My eyes feasted on his chest and stomach, Jasiah very clearly kept fit.
“You said we correct?” he asked me and I giggled.
“Right, I was just distracted by the sight of…you,” I said breathlessly, and he chuckled again. He reached down to take off my top, followed by my bra. His hands went right to my naked breasts and I leaned back as he brought his mouth to one. His hands slid everywhere on my torso it seemed, as he sucked and nibbled on my nipples. My hands were in his hair and I couldn’t help the moans and whimpers spilling from my throat. Jasiah’s hands went to the fastening of my pants and he quickly undid it before pulling them off of me.
I was in nothing but my panties when Jasiah pulled back and got off of the bed so that he could step out of his own pants. His eyes were on me like the heat of the sun the entire time.
“You’re so beautiful Anna,” he said. I reached for him before he could get out of what looked like boxer briefs. He came back immediately and covered me with his warmth. He held much of his weight off of me while his mouth explored my neck and chest, then further down to my belly. My body was on fire by that point, I just wanted him inside already.
“Please Jasiah, please,” I said breathlessly and then had to giggle as he literally ripped both of our underwear off and threw the scraps of clothing aside. I opened my legs for him and his gaze went right to the heart of me.
“I can’t resist,” he murmured just before he lowered his head and kissed my entrance twice. Then he gripped his sex in his hand and my eyes widened a fraction at the sight of how thick and long he was. Jasiah was definitely hung. He slowly guided his engorged head to my entrance and then inched inside of me.
He slid in easily and I think we were both surprised to see that he fit inside of me completely. The feeling of fullness was incredible and I barely had any mind to even speak. The look on Jasiah’s face was pure in the passion he felt and I saw awe there too, but also something else that I was afraid to identify. There was almost a look of ownership. I hoped that was true because I wanted to be Jasiah’s and no one else’s.
I reached for him and held him close as he began to move; the pleasure was indescribable. I wondered if that was simply because I had never had sex with an alien. But that felt wrong even as I thought it, Jasiah wasn’t an alien. He resonated with me soul deep and that made the difference. Impossibly, the pleasure mounted and mounted until we were both at such a height that our shared climax was astounding. We held each other close until the last quakes of orgasm calmed.
“Jasiah I—” my voice was thick with the things I wanted to say, with emotion.
“Will you be my mate,” he asked me suddenly and he let me pull away from his chest slightly so that our gazes could hold. “I feel…I think I’ve been waiting to find you Anna,” he said sincerely and in earnest. The one time where being a talker would come in handy was the one time that I couldn’t find the words to say. All I could do was nod and convey just how I felt with a look.
Jasiah smiled, he beamed at me and then pulled me in for a searing kiss. Of course he was still inside of me and that started up a whole new round, just like many more to come.
THE END
Bonus Story 2 of 40
Capturing the Cyborg’s Heart
As she sprinted across the sidewalk, dodging people expertly along the way, her feet pounded on the pavement soundlessly, thanks to the "silent boots" her long-time friend Stan had invented. He was in his forties now, ten years older than her and a loyal member of the Last American Renegades. He was in hiding. She didn't know where he was, nor had any idea how he was sending her all the stuff.
Her long black hair flew around her shoulders as she ran as fast as she could, zipping into alleys that she had long memorized and leaping from roof to roof with the use of her makeshift electronic wings. She had picked up the wings a few months ago from the government warehouse she'd broken into, which had wreaked havoc and stirred ire among the officials of the New Government.
Her name, Micah Morgan, had immediately been splashed across physical and virtual bulletins alike. The media had feasted on her photos and background before she and her family had joined the remaining group of renegades that still fought against the new rule.
She hadn't cowered in fright like her mom had when the group had been exposed. She hadn't gone into hiding like her dad and their friend Stan. She hadn't burst into uncontrollable fury and lashed out at the government and their cyborg police force as her younger brother had done before.
Micah had been the most intelligent, patient, and calm among her family members. As she had been growing up, she'd developed a strong body, impressive stamina, fighting skills, and a sharp mind. She had quiet strength and a sort of eerie stillness that made people admire and follow her. Her amazing abilities and unique ideas had also made her popular within the group. It hadn’t been a surprise when she had eventually been elected Renegade Leader.
The Metropolis was currently teeming with locals, young and old, all smiling and getting along nicely. Some were traveling in electric cars on winding roads that all intertwined into a well-organized traffic system. There were streets crisscrossing in between buildings and also pathways that seemed to float in the sky. Meanwhile, other folks were heading to their destinations on hover boards, moving swiftly in mid-air. It was a picture-perfect urban community situated within an ultra-modern city with stylish glass and steel skyscrapers. It all seemed so beautiful on the surface. But she knew better.
Dashing in and out of buildings, jumping over fences and climbing walls like Spiderman's futuristic female counterpart, which she was actually known for, she was finally able to lose the cyborg soldiers who had been hot on her trail. They were probably already calculating her moves and analyzing the city map, utilizing the computer chips that had been installed into their brains. Apart from the unusual strength they possessed because of their metal body parts, some of them also had built-in heat trackers to detect human and animal life moving within their 3-meter radius.
But she was well-prepared for all of their tactics. Clothed in completely black technologically advanced gear that let her move about with great ease and flexibility, the material had also been designed to cover up her natural body heat and deflect her movements to cause confusion. It was something she and Stan had come up with long ago.
Micah stood still on the third floor of a mid-sized tower, her feet planted on the thin ledge outside a huge window, her arms outstretched for added balance and also to allow her to grip the edges of the window frame. Her bright green eyes were wide and alert. She was trying to catch her breath after the chase, already planning her next move. She couldn't let these cyborgs find her and stop her from fulfilling her mission- expose the evil plans of the New Government and bring down the manipulative and abusive officials. She wanted to destroy the entire system, but she would only be able to accomplish it if she could gather enough evidence against them.
She didn’t feel any fear at all- no fear of the government and the cyborgs, not even fear for her own life. But if there's one thing that truly terrified her, it was to completely lose the people she loved. She couldn't bear the tho
ught of seeing them lose their humanity and become robots of the vicious rulers. She just couldn't let it happen without putting up a fight, even if she was all on her own. She couldn't let them win that easily, and if it meant risking her own life, so be it.
A few minutes passed. Her arms and legs felt as heavy as lead. Her muscles were tense from being stuck in the same position for a long time. But she was used to the pain, so it didn't bother her much.
After a while, she slowly edged toward one side of the ledge, very well aware that one wrong move could send her toppling down the side of the building and breaking all her bones upon hitting the busy street below. Then she activated her electronic wings with one click, making the improvised metal pieces spread out and start whirring with life. She took a deep breath and jumped forward into the air.
Micah began flying upward with the help of the wings. But then, she was halted by an invisible force. She could not move further. She was stuck in mid-air.
"What's happening?" she wondered aloud. And upon turning around, she noticed the almost invisible string that had wrapped around the huge metal wings. She was being pulled down quickly.
"Damn," she muttered, as she spotted the tall, bulky cyborg in navy blue uniform waiting for her below. She didn't panic, but calmly let herself get pulled down. When she was safely near the ground she detached herself from the wings and dropped down on her feet, running at once after landing.
She flung the wings over her shoulders at the cyborg as she took off. He was fast though, ducking and evading the wings that could have knocked him down.
She was back on the run, just as she'd become accustomed to over the past years. But for the very first time, she was not able to get away. His strong arms grabbed her shoulders and yanked her back before she could get away. His hands slid down to her wrists, violently rammed them together and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her. "Micah Morgan, you are under arrest."
*****
Micah's emerald green eyes fluttered open. In an instant, she remembered everything that had happened. She'd blocked out after getting caught and hit by a member of the cyborg police.
Her eyes roamed around the tiny room filled with thick, white padding. There were no windows and no furniture. She found herself lying on the similarly padded floor with nothing but a white blanket covering her body.
Micah quickly sat up, realizing with shock that she was completely naked. All her weapons had been stripped away. "Damn that cyborg," she muttered. "And he had the nerve to undress me!" The thought made her blood boil and she couldn't wait to face him and give him a piece of her mind.
Despite her situation, she was able to calm herself. She looked around without any desperation, forcing her negative emotions away in order to clear her mind and think of ways on how she would escape.
A thorough scan of the room told her the room was secure. But she had never been one to give up easily. She walked around the space slowly, running her hands across the walls and the floor. She touched and groped everything she could reach, looking for some way out. There wasn't even a door, except a locked opening on the high ceiling which would be impossible to reach without any of her or Stan's gadgets.
She was pacing back and forth, the white blanket wrapped and tied around her body, when a creaking noise made her stop and look up. The locked opening began sliding open. The gap soon revealed the face of the cyborg who had captured her. She was not surprised to find that he was very good-looking, with strong features, light brown hair in a military haircut, full red lips, and intense dark brown eyes.
Many of the cyborgs she'd encountered before were handsome, muscular, and alluring just like this one. She was only interested in one thing, and that was to destroy the New Government and help give back the freedom and natural humanity of people.
"I see you're awake," the cyborg called down to her, his face expressionless. "Want something to eat?"
Micah did not want to eat. She only wanted to punch him in the face and get out of there. But of course, she knew that if he brought her food, she just might have a better chance to escape. She silently nodded her head then sat down and waited patiently.
He was back in five minutes. But to her dismay, he used a special device to send down a bowl of porridge. The device looked like a metal tray attached to a long pole.
As he was sending the food down, she reacted quickly and jumped up and jerked on the pole violently. Swinging her body up sideways, she kicked against the wall to hoist her body up higher. At the same time, the sudden strong jerk had surprised the cyborg and caused him to lose his balance.
He plummeted down through the opening, missing her by an inch. But he was quick too, throwing his arms upward and grabbing the pole to keep from falling to the ground. He reached up and tugged at Micah's foot hard. She tried to kick him free but his grip was too firm.
"Let. Me. Go!" Micah shouted resolutely, kicking hard with both feet as she struggled to keep holding on to the shaky pole.
After a minute of struggling, she was able to boot him against his forehead. He yelled, but did not let go. Instead, it motivated him to pull himself up after her, putting all of his strength in his grip of her foot. The weight of his body forced her down hard, causing her to tumble down. She grabbed his neck and brought him down with her.
They landed with a thump on the padded floor, with the cyborg landing on top of Micah's slightly naked body. The blanket wrapped around her had loosened and was barely covering the top part of her body.
She didn't care. She was very much alert, and the slight flicker of his eyes onto her almost exposed breasts, did not escape her attention. Now she knew one of his weaknesses, and was going to do her best to use it against him.
For the moment, she simply wanted to tease him. Quickly she arched her back, crying out in pain pretentiously. Her breasts rose up and pressed against his chest. His eyes shot wide open, making him push himself away from her awkwardly and get onto his feet hurriedly.
He quickly regained his composure, standing tall and glaring at her. "I see you are what they say you are," he said with bitterness.
"And what is that?" she wanted to know, one side of her lips turning up in a semi-smirk. She was still in a lying position, the luscious flesh of the top of her breasts very well exposed. Her long, firmly shaped legs were also out in the open.
He turned away, ignoring her question. She could take him down then, but both of them knew that they still needed each other to be able to leave that room. "Get dressed," he barked with his back to her.
"With this blanket?" she asked in an unbelieving tone. "Go get me my clothes."
"No."
"Well, why don't you turn around?" she demanded. "Don't even pretend to be a gentleman now because you’ve already seen my body."
"I was not the one who undressed you," he answered quietly, his breathing becoming steadier. "It was my sister, Shelley. She's probably on her way here now to bring you something to wear."
Micah didn’t say anything. She was quite impressed that this cyborg seemed to be different from the others she'd encountered who were more brash, ill-mannered, and sometimes quite disrespectful of women. But at the moment, she was more interested in the new piece of information. He's working with his sister. She found that odd. Maybe she's part of the cyborg police force too? Or perhaps they wanted the glory and honor of being the ones to bring her in defenseless.
She got to her feet, rewrapping the white sheet around her body and tying it tightly in a knot. With her cascading black hair, sparkling green eyes, almond shaped face, and succulent pinkish lips that many men desired, she should have been a model or movie star instead of a Renegade Leader.
"Is she a cyborg too?" Micah asked him directly, placing herself in front of him once she looked decent enough.
His eyes did not even flicker downward. He looked into her green eyes with suspicion. "None of your business," he said curtly. "Why don't you just eat!" He motioned to the porridge that now lay in a mess on the tray.
/> "That's disgusting," Micah said. "Look. Listen to me. If you and I work together, we can climb out of here fast."
He almost laughed in her face. "I'm not stupid enough to fall for that."
"Have it your way." She shrugged with a smug look before walking toward the other side of the room.
He followed her with his eyes and watched in disbelief as she suddenly whipped out a belt- his belt! In a few seconds, she had latched it onto the long metal rod that hung from above and hoisted herself up. Gripping the rod, she kicked the opposite wall with both feet and forced herself up again to the other wall. She did the same and this time was able to raise toward the hole in the ceiling, throwing both of her legs over the gap and disappearing.
Before the furious cyborg could fully react, she had disappeared. He attempted to follow up but was unsuccessful. Micah disappeared and moments later the blanket dropped down through the hole and landed on the cyborg’s head. To his utter shock, she swiftly pulled up the entire pole too, leaving him trapped in the room.
*****
After a few minutes, Micah was confidently walking across a public park with a big, goofy smile on her face. She felt stupid, but had to put on the act to appear like the rest of the giddy, silly-looking folks around her. These "happy" people were everywhere, getting on her nerves and pushing her even more to finish her mission.
She was wearing a short yellow sundress she had stolen from a shop, along with a huge native hat and matching sunglasses. She had already cut her tresses short up to her chin and was now sporting a blonde hairdo. Even her eyes had been covered up with blue contact lenses. And with the different way she carried herself now, she was quite unrecognizable again.
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