Jarcor Returns

by T. J. Quinn

  She moaned and sobbed as he quickly took her over the edge again and again before he finally crouched between her legs and thrust his hard cock deep inside her.

  Jarcor couldn’t believe he was with her again. Though he had been sure he would find her, he had never dared to dream she would ever allow him close to her, much less, allow him to make love to her. Nothing felt as good as sliding inside her, with her walls stretching to fit him just before they clenched hard around him, making the path to paradise a very short one.

  Thrust after thrust, he took them both, right into the wild swirl of pleasure and bliss, conjured by the powerful orgasm that slid over them.

  Heaving and with his heart drumming hard in his chest, he collapsed on top of her, hiding his face on the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume, mixed with their combined sweat and wetness. The most intoxicating scent in the universe.

  After a few moments, he rolled away from her, lying next to her and pulling her into his arms. But she didn’t stay there for long. All of a sudden, she pulled away from him and jumped out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. Jarcor considered following her, but he decided to give her some privacy, unsure of the meaning of that abrupt exit.

  Sabrina looked at her reflection in the mirror, and once more she cursed herself for being so weak. She had promised herself she wouldn’t fall under his spell again, sure the only reason they were together then was Luciana and whatever mission had brought him back to Earth.

  But once more, the passion between them had been stronger than she and she had surrendered to his touch and her foolish heart. This wasn’t a lovers’ reunion, and she had to keep that in mind. Even if he invited her to go with him to Arcadia, his only purpose would be for her to study the ruins they had found there.

  He didn’t love her. If he had, he would have come for her a long time ago. She knew she was just an available body for him, as she had been when he kidnapped her in her own house, years ago.

  A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away, furious for indulging herself in self-pity. She was stronger than this. He wouldn’t make her go through the same hell she had visited when he had left her the first time. Not again.

  The bathroom door opened up, and Jarcor entered. “Are you alright?” he asked, from the doorway, with a deep frown on his forehead.

  She looked at him through the mirror, her mind struggling to make a rational decision while her heart struggled to have what it wanted – him. She let out a deep sigh. “I’m fine.”

  “You don’t look fine,” he insisted, sensing she was deeply troubled and that he was the reason behind it.

  Sabrina closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them up again, he had closed the distance between them and was standing right behind her, his naked, muscled body standing so close to her she could feel its warmth on her back.

  Her heart finally won the battle inside her. Why shouldn’t she take advantage of every single moment she got to be with him? It would hurt as much when he decided they should go separate ways. At least, this way she would have enough memories to warm her heart.

  “I guess too many things happened in a very short period of time,” she admitted, pushing her body back, to meet his, shuddering with pleasure when she felt his hard cock press against her back.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, whispering in her ear, his hands resting on her hips as he nibbled her sensitive earlobe.

  She rubbed herself against him, unable to hide the overwhelming desire she felt for him. “Yes, I’m sure,” she mumbled.

  His hands slid up to cup her breasts, as he buried his face in her auburn mane. “You have no idea how much I missed this,” he whispered in her ear, in a tone so low, that for a moment she thought she had imagined it. “The warmth of your body, your delicious scent, the way your body welcomes me every time,” he murmured, as he pushed her gently against the counter, his knees making her open her legs to allow him inside her once more.

  He grunted his pleasure so loud she feared he would wake up Luciana. But that was the last coherent thought that went through her mind. Arousal took over her, and in a matter of seconds, all she could think of was him and the way he made her feel. Nothing else mattered.

  Chapter Thirteen

  She could only feel. Feel the way his inconceivably thick, hard cock slid inside her, making his way inside her, expanding her channel to receive him as he went all the way inside her, as deep as he could. Her whole body shuddered as the waves of pleasure started to wash over her, one after the other, leaving her breathless and ecstatic.

  He kept plunging inside her, his hands firmly grasping her breasts, going as slow as possible, wanting to make it last forever. He grunted, once more, as he felt her walls clenching hard around him and the way her body convulsed underneath him.

  Jarcor squeezed her breasts one last time before he slid his hands down to her hips, as he felt the urge of passion pressing him to go faster, deeper and harder inside her, seeking the release he knew awaited for him at the end of that path.

  Thrust after thrust, he guided them all the way down, and once they stepped over the edge, a massive explosion of pleasure and bliss enveloped them and sent them out of this world.

  Like every single time, when he came inside her, his essence quickly spread all over, and the tickling sensation pushed her even further, making her orgasm a million times more powerful. She had no idea why it happened, she just knew it was the most amazing sensation she had ever felt in her life.

  They stayed there, their bodies shuddering, their hearts thundering hard in unison, as they tried to regain enough energy as to move.

  After a few moments, he sighed and kissed her shoulder blade a few times, still buried inside her, as if he had no hurry whatsoever to leave her.

  “You’ve drained me,” she mumbled, chuckling. “I’m not sure I can move,” she added, her body resting completely on the counter.

  “I’ll carry you,” he offered, still kissing her.

  “I’m afraid you’ll have to, but first I need a shower,” she said, slowly moving up.

  “Not a problem.”

  He finally slid out of her and picking her up, he carried her to the shower stall and helped her bathe.

  By the time he took her back to the bed, her eyes were closed, and he was sure she was a step away from falling asleep.

  He put her in bed carefully and covered her with the blankets.

  “Thank you,” she mumbled as she cuddled in bed and finally fell asleep.

  Jarcor stood there watching her for a few moments, asking himself how the hell he had been able to live all that long without her. Then, he realized he hadn’t lived, he had merely survived, walking through the days, not distinguishing one from the other, living an existence so gray and dull, he was amazed he hadn’t put an end to it.

  But he knew why he hadn’t. The tiny flame of hope hidden in the depths of his hardened heart had kept him alive for this moment, for being with her again and experiencing all the joy of living once more.

  Rubbing his face, in vain attempt to clear his foggy mind, he decided to leave the room. Sabrina needed some rest, and he didn’t trust himself to lie next to her and not touch her again.

  Once in the small study, he turned on the computer and started working in all the upgrades he had in mind. At some point, he heard a slight sound coming from the door and looked up, just to find Luciana standing there, unsure of what to do.

  “What’s the matter, Luciana?” he asked, in a gentle tone.

  She crossed the room and crawled into his lap. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, looking up to meet his eyes. “Can I stay here with you for a little while?” she asked in a soft tone.

  He pulled her higher, making sure she was comfortable on his lap. A hint of a smile cracked his stony face. “Of course, you can. You can stay all the time you want.”

  “Thank you, papa.”

  She had called him papa once before, but hearing her again warmed his heart in a ve
ry special way. He kissed the top of her head.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, looking at the screen in front of her.

  “I’m working on some upgrades to help other cyborgs escape the control humans have on them.”

  She frowned. “I thought cyborgs were human too.”

  “They are, though most people don’t see them as so. The government has made a conscious effort to make people think we’re nothing more than sophisticated androids.”

  “But, we’re not,” she protested.

  “No, we’re not. We come from the same egg and the same spermatozoid every human being come from. The difference between them and us are the upgrades and changes the scientists put us through after we’re conceived,” he explained. Of course, that hadn’t been his case, but it sure was the case of the millions of cyborgs out in the world.

  “Did they do those changes to me?” she asked, with a slight frown.

  “No, not to you. I guess your DNA already had the changes made to it when you were conceived.”

  “I see, I figured I was a cyborg too when I found out I was your daughter. Gideon, Bretdon’s son, is a cyborg, so I had to be a cyborg too,” she said, with a wide smile. “That sure explains why I’m so different from every other child at the ranch,” she concluded, scowling.

  He caressed her cheek. “Yes, you’re different, but that’s not a bad thing. It makes you very special, and that’s amazing,” he assured her.

  She cuddled up against him. “Thank you.”

  “It’s only the truth, sweetheart.”

  She climbed up his chest and kissed his cheeks. “I love you, papa,” she said before she slid out of his lap and walked to the door. “I’ll let you work, I’m sure I can go back to sleep now.”

  And she disappeared before he was able to recover from her words and tell her he loved her too. Her love had a strange effect on him, it made him feel as if all the pain and torture he had been through had suddenly been erased, wiped by those four little words.

  Taking a deep breath, he stared at the screen in front of him for a few moments, his mind too chaotic to make some sense of it.

  In just a few hours, his life had changed so much, and it would never be the same. Of course, he wouldn’t want it to be the way it was. Having Sabrina back in his life and knowing he was Luciana’s father had been the best thing that had ever happened to him.

  Shaking his head, he finally managed to pay some attention to the work he had ahead of him.

  Sabrina woke up alone in bed. The other side of the bed showed no sign someone had slept there and with a frown, she hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, wondering where Lucas was.

  She went downstairs as soon as she showered and put on some clean clothes. Luciana was still sleeping in her room, and she found Lucas in the studio.

  “You spent the night here?” she asked, leaning against the doorway.

  He raised his head to look at her. “Yes, I did. I had some work to do and staying in bed with you wasn’t an option,” he confessed.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, with a frown.

  He got up and closed the distance between them, cradling her face with his hands. “I didn’t trust myself to keep my hands off you, and you clearly needed some rest.”

  She chuckled, incredulous. He leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll never have enough of you,” he assured her, before he kissed her again, his lips sealing hers, his tongue delving every inch of her mouth, making sure he stole her breath away.

  They would have continued if it hadn’t been for the sound of someone clearing the throat behind them.

  “Good morning, mamma, papa, did you have a good night’s sleep?” Luciana asked as she looked at them with a naughty grin on her heart-shaped face.

  A bit flushed, Sabrina turned to look at her daughter. “Hello, sweetheart. Yes, we had a good night, what about you?”

  She winked at her father before she looked at her mother. “It was nice. But now, I’m starving. Could we have pancakes for breakfast, mamma?” she asked, smiling.

  “Sure you can. I’ll prepare them right away.” She turned to look at Lucas. “Can I tempt you with some eggs, bacon, and ham?” she offered, with a shy smile.

  “Thank you, that would be great.”

  She nodded and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Luciana followed her.

  They cooked together, and soon they had a feast on the table. Luciana went to call Lucas while Sabrina finished preparing the coffee. Many products replaced coffee, but she was a traditionalist on that. There was nothing like a good coffee in the morning.

  “Do I smell coffee?” Lucas asked, hopefully.

  “Yes, do you want some?” she asked, turning to look at him with her mug on her hand.

  “Oh, yes, I don’t remember last time I had a cup of real coffee,” he accepted, taking a seat at the table next to Luciana.

  Their first meal together was memorable. The happiness in Luciana’s face was priceless, and they had a great time, relishing each other’s company and the delicious food Sabrina had cooked.

  After they cleared the kitchen, Lucas went back to work, and Sabrina went hiking with Luciana. Keeping an active child in a small house the whole day was a terrible idea.

  Chapter Fourteen

  By the time they returned it was almost the lunch hour, and while Sabrina went straight to the kitchen, Luciana went to check on her father.

  “How’s work?” she asked, jumping into Jarcor’s lap.

  “A bit slow, but it will get there,” he said, with a heavy sigh, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

  He hadn’t done much hacking in the past years, and a lot of things had changed. It was a bigger challenge, but he was sure he would be able to crack all the firewalls the government had installed.

  Luciana stared at the screen for a few minutes, intensely. “You’ll never be able to crack that firewall like that,” she warned him.

  Puzzled, he looked at her. “What do you mean?”

  She glanced at him, indicating the keyboard. “May I?” she asked, with a naughty grin.

  More intrigued than ever, he nodded. Luciana smiled pleased, and before he was able to utter another word, she was punching the keys at an amazing speed, introducing code after code, cracking all the firewalls and making sure her entry was undetected.

  “See, they think they have an impregnable system, but it’s actually quite easy to crack it when you know what to attack,” she explained to an astounded Jarcor. “Look here, they shielded this firewall with everything they have but forgot to hide the door in.”

  A few minutes later, working together, they had managed to make a safe path to the main files of all cyborgs on the planet.

  “How do you know all this?” he asked his daughter, still amazed with all her knowledge.

  She shrugged. “I always knew how. My mind is filled with information, much of it I don’t even know what it is or how to use it,” she explained. “I used this a year ago when I was playing at the communication center back at the ranch. Marcus was trying to shield a communication route and didn’t seem able to,” she continued. “I watched him work for a few minutes, and while I was doing it, the answers simply popped up in my mind. I tried to tell him, but he didn’t believe me.”

  “What did you do?” he asked, sure she hadn’t ignored the situation.

  “I waited for him to leave the room and made the necessary changes to the route,” she replied, with a naughty grin. “I never told Marcus I had done it, so he took the credit for it,” she added. “After that, I went to the room whenever I could, especially at night, when there was no one there and had a lot of fun hacking into all the systems I could think of.”

  “You’re amazing,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

  “Of course, I am. I’m a cyborg,” she said, proud.

  Sabrina called them, and they joined her in the kitchen. She had prepared roasted chicken with vegetables and rice, and once more, they ate together
, as a family.

  She knew it was just a fantasy, but she would enjoy it as much as she could. She would worry about the future when it became the present.

  Luciana went out to the terrace to play after eating, and Jarcor helped Sabrina clearing the kitchen.

  “Did you know about Luciana’s knowledge of technology?” he asked, as he cleared the table.

  “Well, she can handle all communication devices better than me,” she replied, with a proud smile.

  Jarcor shook his head. “I’m not talking about that. She has just helped me crack some of the government’s firewalls,” he explained.

  She opened her mouth, to speak but her surprise was so big she wasn’t able to utter a word for a moment. “What? How? She’s only four,” she finally said.

  “Not really, cyborgs mature to the age level of an eighteen-year-old in just six years. They grow three times faster than any human and then, their aging slows down. We have no idea how long we can live, since I’m the oldest cyborg we know of, and that’s because I was turned into one when I was already a grown man,” he explained.

  “People keep telling me she looks six not four,” she said, thoughtful. “Could it be possible that she’s not growing up as fast as an artificially bred cyborg?” she asked, with a frown.

  “Yes, I believe so. She would look as if she were twelve by now if she were growing at their rate.”

  She nodded. “And you say she was able to help you hack into the system?” she asked, still astounded.

  “Yes, she has been doing it for over a year now,” he explained.

  “But how’s that even possible? She wasn’t upgraded like all cyborgs,” she was having a hard time accepting all he was telling her.

  “No, but my nanocybots were part of her DNA from the beginning, and I’m starting to believe they were in yours as well.”

  “In mine? But how?”

  “Our nanocybots are present in all our body fluids, especially in our sperm,” he explained. “This was what made it impossible for cyborgs to breed naturally in all the tests they made. Nanocybots usually considered fertilized eggs as damaged and eliminated them. For some reason we still don’t know, nanocybots have adopted some women and that’s how conception has been possible,” he explained his theory.