UNIT 78_RESCUED

by Mina Carter

  The new position opened her wide, parting her pussy lips, now swollen with desire, and making her feel intensely vulnerable. But her feelings of uncertainty didn’t last long. Before she could say another word, Rich had parted her pussy with his hot, wet tongue and licked a long, loving trail all the way up her slit.

  As the flat of his tongue slid over the throbbing button of her clit, she moaned aloud and plunged her fingers into his thick, wet hair. He growled softly and licked her again, paying special attention to her center of pleasure this time. Goddess but his tongue felt good on her! And Rich seemed to be really enjoying himself, too.

  Back at the Breeding Compound, Kyrin had more or less assumed he was going down on her as a kindness—just to ease the awful pain she’d been in because of the breeding drugs. But now she saw that the big cyborg really enjoyed this—and damn was he good at it!

  She gasped as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and began to trace it slowly and teasingly with his tongue. He had both big hands planted on her ass, gripping her cheeks to bring her closer as he lapped and sucked, licking away the juices she made and teasing her pussy with his tongue to get more.

  “Oh, Rich!” she heard herself moaning, calling him by name. “Oh, Goddess, yes—I’m so close! So close!”

  He looked up for a moment, his thumb filling in for his tongue, stroking restlessly back and forth across her slippery folds.

  “Do it, sweetheart,” he urged hoarsely. “Come for me—come all over my face.”

  Then he bent to his task again, sucking her clit into his mouth and drawing magical patterns around the sensitive little bud until Kyrin felt like she was going to explode.

  “Rich!” she gasped as her orgasm washed over her in a warm wave, making her feel so weak in the knees that she nearly collapsed.

  Luckily her big strong cyborg was there to hold her up. He supported her gently as he finished riding out her pleasure, lapping and sucking every last drop of her juices before finally looking up.

  “That was fucking amazing, sweetheart,” he growled. “I’ve been wanting to get my tongue in you again ever since the first time.”

  “I want more than your tongue in me,” Kyrin told him frankly. She had no idea where she got the nerve to be so bold. Maybe it was because she felt free with him—like she could be herself. Rich had seen her at her absolute worst and still loved her. Because of that, she had no fear of expressing her wants and needs to him now.

  His eyes went half-lidded with desire.

  “Do you mean that, sweetheart? Do you think…” He cleared his throat and put one big hand delicately over her softly rounded abdomen. “Do you think it’ll be safe for the little one?”

  “Absolutely,” Kyrin assured him. “But we can take it slow this time if you want. I think…” She looked at him shyly. “I think I’d like that.”

  “That’s exactly what I want too, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “Want to take my time with you…want to look in your eyes when I thrust inside you and feel your soft little pussy clenching all around me.”

  His hot, dirty words made Kyrin feel breathless with need, and the sexual hunger swept over her once more, burning like fire.

  “Please,” she whispered urgently. “Please, let’s get out of the shower now, Rich. I want you…I need you, so much.”

  “Need you too, sweetheart.”

  He rose smoothly and twisted off the taps, stopping the flow of warm water. Kyrin immediately started to shiver, but Rich was quick to wrap her in fluffy towels that were so big they wrapped around her twice. He toweled himself off too before stepping out of the shower and lifting her into his arms once more.

  “There you go again,” Kyrin laughed breathlessly as he took her out of the bathroom. “Carrying me around like a damsel in distress—like I can’t walk on my own.”

  “I know you can walk but I like carrying you,” he murmured in her ear. “I never want to put you down. In fact, I don’t think I will.”

  Suiting actions to words, he settled on the edge of the bed and then scooted so his back was to the headboard, all while still holding her as though she weighed no more than a pillow—which Kyrin knew for a fact was not true at all.

  “Oh!” she whispered as he settled her in his lap, her legs straddling his lean hips. Somehow her too-large towel slipped open and then he was licking her breasts and sucking her nipples with the same enthusiasm he’d used just moments before while he’d been tasting her pussy.

  “Rich!” she moaned again as she felt the broad head of his cock slide against her inner thigh. Instinctively, she repositioned herself so that she could feel his thickness nudging into the mouth of her pussy. Then, she began to lower herself, taking him in—feeling her inner walls stretch deliciously to accommodate his thick girth.

  “God, sweetheart,” Rich groaned. “Be careful! Don’t want you hurting yourself on me.”

  “I’m…I’m okay,” Kyrin promised, her words coming out in soft, eager moans. Goddess, she was so hungry to have him inside her! She loved the feel of him stretching her out, loved looking into his eyes as she sank down onto his shaft, taking him deep into her pussy.

  At last she felt him hit bottom inside her, the broad head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb intimately. Rich let out a low groan and his hands on her hips tightened. Kyrin understood instinctively that he was holding himself back, not wanting to thrust until she was ready—not wanting to hurt her.

  “I’m okay,” she told him again and leaned forward to kiss him, loving the taste of his mouth—salty and hot and perfect with a hint of her own secret flavor. “I love having you inside me,” she confessed in a whisper when they finally pulled apart.

  He groaned again.

  “God, sweetheart—you keep talking like that and I’m not gonna last! Feels so good in your tight little pussy—you squeeze me like a glove.”

  “That’s because we were meant to be together,” Kyrin told him. She didn’t know where her certainty and boldness came from, but she decided to go with the emotion. Just at that moment, she was feeling vulnerable and yet, at the same time, supremely confident. Plus, she liked the idea that her dirty talk—if you could even call it that—was already pushing the big cyborg to the edge.

  “God damn right we were meant to be together,” he groaned, pulling out of her a little way and giving a careful, shallow thrust that made Kyrin gasp with pleasure.

  “Do that again,” she begged, gripping his broad shoulders. “But a little harder this time—a little deeper.”

  “Don’t want to hurt you,” he protested but he did as she asked, lengthening his strokes inside her while still being extremely careful, Kyrin noticed.

  His care for her condition and his concern for the baby made her adore him all over again, and she felt a sweeping mixture of love and desire fill her as she thrust back against him, catching his rhythm and sending his thick shaft even deeper into her pussy.

  “Just think,” she told him, as she rocked her hips in time with his. “The last time you were inside me, you were trying to breed a baby into me. And now you’ve done it. You filled me with your seed and made me pregnant.”

  She took his big hand and pressed it to her lower belly and then slid it lower still so that his fingers were over her swollen clit.

  “Do it again, Rich,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “Make love to me like you’re breeding me—fill me with your shaft and your seed. And make me come while you do it.”

  “God, sweetheart!” His low groan was tortured and filled with need. He dragged her down for a kiss with one hand while his other hand—the metal one pressed to her pussy—suddenly began to vibrate.

  Kyrin gasped at the sensation of the buzzing metal fingertips stroking over her swollen clit. Goddess, it was like he had a vibrator for a hand! And he seemed to know exactly how to use it.

  As tender and sensitive as she was, it didn’t take long for pleasure to overwhelm her again. She cried out, feeling her inner muscles clench around
his thickness as she rode him frantically, her fingers gripping his broad shoulders for support.

  “Rich…Rich,” she moaned, her pussy milking him hard. “Oh Goddess, I’m coming…coming for you!”

  “That’s right, sweetheart. Come,” he growled and kissed her hungrily. “Come all over my cock.” And then he was filling her…spurting hot and deep into her pussy, breeding her all over again and claiming her for his own.

  Kyrin never wanted it to end.

  She really was the perfect woman.

  Rich lay on his side, Kyrin wrapped up protected and safe in his arms as they both came down from the mutual high of their lovemaking. He’d never felt anything like it, his entire body suffused with the pleasure still lingering in his blood.

  Making love to Kyrin, his beloved, was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Making love to her while she was carrying their child? He’d thought his processor would overload with emotion.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” He brushed his lips against the top of her head, smiling as she snuggled down further into his embrace.

  “Uh-huh,” she murmured sleepily, her hand resting lightly against his chest, over his heart. “Just catching my breath here. You sure do know how to give a girl a good time.”

  He chuckled, his hand sweeping down her naked back in a soft caress. She shivered at his touch so he pulled the light blanket up and around her.

  “Hey, I’m just here to do what my lady wants…” He tucked a finger up under her chin to tilt her head so he could kiss her. “And just in case you missed the memo, my love, that would be you.”

  She smiled against his lips, kissing him back. “Oh, I like what you do. Especially that… thing with the hand?”

  “Oh?” He couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face. His metal arm was the one under her so he set his fingers to vibrate again, running them lightly up her spine. She shivered and gasped, making him grin even more. “So I take it you wouldn’t want me to get an organic replacement?”

  He’d been teasing but his words covered a very real worry. He didn’t think she saw him as less of a man because of his metal parts, but… would she prefer him as fully organic if it was possible?

  “Rich.” She cupped his face in her small, soft hands. Her expression was earnest and honest as she looked into his eyes. “I love you. Just how you are… or if you wanted to get replacements, then like that as well. It doesn’t matter to me about all this…” She brushed her fingers against the implants along his jaw. “I just see you… the man I love.”

  His heart swelled at her words and he pulled her closer into his embrace. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

  His hand slid over her hip and around, cupping her ass.

  “Thank you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss. “Thank you for seeing past the metal to the man beneath. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life… and our daughter’s.”

  “You heard that, huh? I wondered if you had.” She smiled, covering his hand with her own. “A special father for a very special little girl… she’s going to be so lucky.”

  “And protected,” Rich rumbled. “Especially on this ship. Think of all those uncles looking out for her.”

  Kyrin gasped and then chuckled in amusement. “Can you imagine it? We’ll send Harper in first… any boyfriend would just faint on the spot.”

  “Hey! Are you saying I’m not scary enough?” he demanded, tickling her lightly until she laughed and squirmed in his arms. “I’ll have you know I’m a big, scary cyborg! Rawr!”

  She giggled so much he had to stop and pull her in for a long, heated kiss. By the time he broke away, they were both breathing heavily.

  “You’re my big scary cyborg,” she whispered, so much love in her eyes that he felt warmth spreading out from the center of his chest. Since waking up locked into a half metal body, he’d struggled, unsure of his place in the world. Now he realized his place wasn’t a place at all, it was a person.

  It was her. His Kyrin. The mother of his child.

  “I love you,” he breathed, bending down to claim her lips again.

  Before the kiss could get out of hand, the sound of shouting in the corridor outside got their attention.

  “I’ll do what the hell I like!”

  Kyrin broke away to look at him. “That’s Abby,” she whispered. “Who is she talking to?”

  Rich had a good idea, but he kept it to himself as he slid from the bed and pulled some combat pants on. Kyrin had his shirt on by the time he opened the door to see Harper stalk past, his face like thunder.

  “What the blazes are you talking about, woman? You can’t head out to the Altorian border on your own! That’s fucking suicide!”

  “I’ll do what I damn well want to!” A female voice yelled from further down the corridor.

  Rich peeked his head around the door, Kyrin just in front of him to see Abby glaring down the huge cyborg without a hint of fear on her face. Instead her expression was dangerous as she spat at him.

  “Get the fuck out of my way, metal man!” She shoved at his chest, but only succeeded in stumbling back a few steps and landing on her ass. Harper reached for her but she slapped his hand away and leaped to her feet like she was a fighter in the ring.

  “You don’t control me!” she hissed, trying to get around him again when he got in front of her, obviously stopping her from getting to the shuttle bay.

  “No,” he agreed, his voice tight with frustration. “But the cap runs the ship and I don’t see a badge with ‘Fisher’ sewn onto them fancy threads you’re wearin’… which means you ain’t going nowhere, doll.”

  Before she could argue, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. The metal one. She shrieked and beat at it, the hollow clanging of her fists reverberating loudly in the corridor.

  “Complain all you want. You’re not going off by yourself to get killed,” Harper growled, his arm pinning her in place as he turned. “Women,” he grunted at Rich and Kyrin as he stalked past, heading up the corridor with Abby’s furious bellows calling everything from his parentage to his sexual prowess into question.

  “Where do you think he’s taking her?” Kyrin asked as Rich drew her back into their quarters and shut the door.

  “Probably to let Drew deal with her.” He shrugged and pulled her into his arms. “Now, where were we?”

  She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck again, the heated look in her eyes taking his breath away. “Well, I’m fairly sure you were about to show me exactly what else you can do with that wonderful metal hand of yours…”

  The End

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