by Naomi Lucas
“Beautiful, pink, and pert,” he murmured, caressing her areolas in slow circles. They prickled under his eyes and beaded further, his touch heated her skin until it wasn’t only her core that was soaked but her skin as well. Kat squeezed the head of his dick. “Are you ready?”
Ready for sex? “Yes,” she pressed herself into him.
They locked eyes as he gently moved her hand away and unclasped his pants, they sagged on his hips, and with her help, they fell to his feet. It was then she noticed his skin-tight underlayer was a full-body suit, a second skin that perfectly outlined every tense muscle and groove on him. She swore she saw the shadow of scars on his chest but couldn’t be sure in the low-light.
“Let me go so I can look at you...help you peel off this layer?” she asked, lifting up to place whisper kisses on his cheek.
“No need,” he groaned. He lifted her higher on the now-slick glass and adjusted his grip. “It’s made with the same nanoparticles in my body. It moves and releases when I need it too,” she held on as he jostled her. “I control it as well as I control my body.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to fuck your breasts.” His suit split open, catching her off-guard, revealing a powerful body beneath. A body built for war. A body built for sex.
A body beyond her imagination. One that could send her to her knees and beg for.
Her heart raced as she looked at him. Muscles upon muscles, scars, and violence dressed his frame. Kat couldn’t see much but what she did see scared her. She was an average human girl, but next to him, clinging to him she felt more like a doll.
Her feet couldn’t touch, hugging his hips. She squeezed and tried again. I can’t clasp them. Her nails bit into his shoulders. But what was even more intimidating was that he didn’t feel wholly human under her grip. There was no ‘give or take’ with Dommik, he was a force in his own right. And as his erection sprang free, ground between their belly’s, it wasn’t a man’s cock that poked her, but a Cyborgs, and it was metal encased in tissue.
Kat didn’t need to look at it to know that it was slightly curved upward and that, she swore, probably appeared more like one of his ‘dagger-claws,’ a fifth one to match his four arms.
She slipped down the glass, his hands back on her ass. “Press them together,” he stared at her freed nipples, hunger in his eyes. “I’ll hold you up.”
Kat shivered but followed his orders, letting her hands fall to her chest.
“Don’t drop me,” she whispered.
“Pinch them, I want to see you play with yourself,” he demanded. She pinched them, letting the tingles of heat flood her clit. “Pinch them as if I were doing it.” Kat continued with more fervor, letting her body succumb to his rough voice. It washed over her, like his hands, his heat, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was burning alive, burning for him.
There was something about Dommik that she craved and as he watched her play with herself, it became clear that she had needed this. She needed him and for the first time felt cared for and not care by.
He moved her lower on the glass and angled her away. Her feet fell from his hip and down to grip his tense thighs. She felt safe, held up by his powerful hands, rounding her ass and the overall assurance that he exuded.
Kat pressed her breasts together as his heavy erection glided up her stomach and pierced her cleavage. The trail of precum fell hot and slick on her skin. Her ears were filled with grunts as his cock pushed her breasts apart, forcing himself into the space between them. She held on as the raw intensity skyrocketed and he rocked into her hard. It was devious, wrong, but felt oh so right.
Kat closed her eyes and gave into it. His speed increased into a frenzy. His use of her, savage. His cum perfumed the air and spread across her chest.
“You’ve been claimed.” A spurt of hot liquid hit the underside of her chin. It dripped down to coat her nipples. It made her freckles glisten.
Kat’s hands moved up to grab his shoulders, her nails broke his skin as he came on her again and again until she was sticky and wet. Dommik’s dick twitched with each release and continued as he laid her on the floor.
Her chest, her breasts raw and rubbed to perfection under his cock and through his eyes.
The blades of his metal fingers ripped off her jeans, taking her destroyed panties with it. She was primed, desperate for release, molten and ready at her apex. Kat smiled up at him and his still stiff cock. Dommik had stripped them both.
“You’ve been claimed too,” she giggled and sat up, reaching to handle him.
Chapter Eleven:
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Dommik watched his trapped fairy sit up on her knees and take hold of him. Her soft smiles and impish features burned deep into his brain, his hard drives. He would forever have these images with him, tormenting him long after she came to hate him.
But his body remained stiff, needing more of her, and when her hands tugged him down he joined her onto the cold ground. His seed covered her in dewy tendrils from her chin down to pool to her pelvis. The animal inside him roared, the spider inside him wanted to bind her within his ropes to feast from.
Kat was meant to be devoured. Her frenetic aura to be chained, claimed, his conquest. He wanted to capture the beauty of her, he wanted to take it with him everywhere.
She was his trophy and if another being ever sought to steal her away, Dommik would unleash a Hell that the universe had never seen its like.
Her eyes flashed a brilliant, mischievous green. Pouty lips crept up into a smile, her copper curls mussed and damp around her face. He ate her up. And she touched him, her hands curved around his kneeled frame, up his tense thighs, and over his hard stomach, skipping the cock that was desperate for her attention.
Dommik didn’t want Kat to hate him, he didn’t want her to be afraid of him, but it was inevitable. What he had shown her of himself was just a piece of what he truly was.
Her taste was in his mouth where he wanted it to stay.
He gripped her chin as her hands traced the scars on his chest. “Your eyes have a wicked gleam to them, Kat, what are you thinking?”
She licked her bottom lip. “I want your poison.”
“Do you now?”
Her fingers tugged at his long strands, rising up to scrape her nails over his scalp. Their eyes stayed locked. “Has anyone told you that your face looks like a skull in the shadows?”
He couldn’t help but smirk. “Yes. Has anyone told you that you look like a fairy?” he countered.
She shook her head as he dropped his hand. “No.” Her eyes fell back to his chest. “Do they hurt?” Dommik watched as she whispered her fingers over one of his jagged scars.
“Not anymore.”
Kat leaned forward and kissed them and he let her, feeling his heart sting and bleed with each press of her lips. He held still as her tongue licked the crisscrossing knife and claw marks, she sucked on his bullet markings. “I’m sorta a nurse,” she smiled against his skin. “I help people die comfortably. I wish I had been around to kiss these better when you received them.” Her emerald orbs caught him. “I heard kisses make hurts feel better.”
Dommik’s eyes narrowed. She was hurting him more than any of the battle wounds he had received before. He stiffened as she continued to worship him.
She had brought him to his knees and that floored him. He wasn’t used to comforting, to passion, not at the level Kat was willing to give him and it grew in him like a weed.
His fingers caught into her tangled curls, lifting her bruising kisses away. “You chose me, Kat.”
She laughed. “I think I chose you when I first saw you at the port, when you stepped out of your ship.”
Dommik flinched but fought against it and took hold of her instead, his fingers white against her fiery hair. “I wish I could say you chose well.” He took her mouth before she could say another word and he put himself into it, all of him. “I claim you, Katalina Jones.”
And I’ll scare you half to death.
She
looked at him as she tried to understand his sentiment as if she wondered if she should put stock into his words. He wasn’t going to reassure her or lie to her.
Let her believe what she wants.
He pushed her back against the enclosure’s floor as he covered her, and positioned her legs open. With one quick adjustment, the bulge of his cock found her dripping core and slammed into it. He roared in triumph
Dommik arched over his fairy and quieted her gasps with his hand as she struggled and fought beneath him. He held her firm, waiting for her body to succumb, holding still as her pussy squeezed and clenched his dick. It tried to push him out, it tried to fit him.
All he could focus on was swallowing her cries and how deliciously tight she was.
When her legs fell open and her muscles went pliant, he lifted up to watch as she took his claiming. He slowly rocked, finding her g-spot with his head and bumped it.
Sweat coated her freckled skin and when her mouth parted in a moan, her pained eyes hooded into submission, he pistoned into her.
He lost himself in her. Dommik held her down to stop her body from sliding up with each advance.
Each thrust brought forth his name in a moaned shriek, each pump breaking them both apart until the metal skeleton inside him wanted to rip him apart. His creature wanted to shift. Her breasts bounced, the smell of hard sex swallowed them up, and his cum remained slick on her chest.
Dommik reared up on his knees, grasping her small waist and bringing her into the new position. His little fairy gave as good as she received, gyrating her hips and finding her own pleasure. He released her, letting her take the pace, and focused on her clit. Rubbing slow and soft, quick and hard, until her body sagged and climaxed on him. With one arm snaked under her ass to hold her up, he continued assaulting her with his fingers as he took over, wallowing in her twitching release and tight sheath.
“Tired are we?” he snickered and pumped into her, forcing her body to continue.
Her eyes flickered open. “No,” she gasped, sitting up onto him and enfolding her arms behind his neck. “Yes.”
Dommik lost the inferno in him when she laid her head against his chest. His cock swelled and shot his load deep in a pussy so hot, so tight it could subdue him and he craved it again even before his climax ended.
He captured her in his arms and they held each other because he didn’t want to let her go and her racing heart soothed him. A lullaby of life on his otherwise industrial ship.
It wasn’t until Kat caught her breath and the heat between them cooled that he lifted her into his arms and walked to the lavatory.
Neither of them spoke as the water cascaded over their skin and his mark washed away. They bathed each other gently, their hands sliding over each curve and marking, he discovered where she was ticklish and she found the almost unseeable seams where his body shifted apart.
She leaned into him and her eyelashes fluttered over his torso, the pads of her fingers wrinkled from the water fell over his muscles to caress. “I feel different.”
I know.
Dommik brushed her tangled wet curls away from her face. “You just had sex with a Cyborg,” he teased. “I heard it can be overwhelming.”
She mumbled and burrowed closer into him. “I’m glad you can’t get sick.”
He looked down at her clinging onto him and powered off the jets. Why is she fixated on illness? Grabbing a towel from the wall, he hugged her tight within its folds, taking his time drying her skin and ruffling her hair, only wishing he had something softer to dry her with. Dommik pictured her in a bed of silk and flannel.
When she was dry, he picked her up and carried her back to her quarters, letting the door shut behind them. He watched as Kat moved out of his arms and rummage through her luggage, still unpacked on the desk. She tumbled her nightshirt over her head, hiding her body from his view.
The soothing atmosphere from before vanished back into the cold metal of the ship. It was whisked away by the intermittent flashes of her personal tablet and the stiff silence between them.
It was awkward and for the first time, as he ran his eyes over her curves, he felt guilt and an unusual sense of regret. His bad play was rusty at best, if nonexistent.
But he was also elated by the strange turn of events that put Kat and him in each others’ paths.
Even now I want her. I can smell myself on her skin. The emerald jewels of her eyes caught his. She’ll always catch me.
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
“I can’t leave the bridge unattended much longer.” Dommik wanted to stay with her but needed to get away. “We’re headed into Trentian territory. Things will be difficult from here on out.”
Her face fell and she moved around him to climb up into her bunk, a flash of thigh had his fingers reaching out and caressing it as she settled in. She shivered.
“I don’t know much about the aliens.” She masks her disappointment well.
“Research them tomorrow.” He took a step back. “And know, you’re safe with me.”
“I always knew I was safe with you.”
Dommik nodded and turned toward the door, it opened up and he stepped out. He left a lot unsaid between them, a lot of questions to be asked and answered but all of it would have to wait for another time. “Goodnight, Kat.”
The door zipped closed behind him and he heard her faint response through the metal.
“Goodnight, Dommik.”
Chapter Twelve:
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Things went back to normal after they left Ghost City.
Kat woke up the next morning sore, bruised, but well-rested with a head full of dreams. At least she thought it was a dream when Bin-Three knocked on her panel with a gift of real food. Her stomach growled for the cooked eggs and fresh fruit before she could even take the tray.
“Good morning, Katalina Jones.”
“Call me Kat,” she said for the hundredth time. “Morning, Bin-Three. Thank you for the food.” She sunk her teeth into a slice of apple. The food was gone before she could truly appreciate it. But the fresh, sweet aftertaste remained with her. Bin-Three stayed within her doorway and watched. Kat handed the tray back to the android. “Where’s Dommik?” she asked, quickly getting dressed and following it out the door.
She combed out her hair with her fingers, finding it still damp from the night before. Kat took stock of her body as she walked. It felt well used, her calfs and thighs ached, even parts of her skin were raw to the touch and it all brought images of the Cyborg dominating her, touching her as if he was holding back a piece of himself. The image expanded in her mind until all she could focus on was the dark pitch of his eyes shadowed by the dim lights of the ship, twinkled with the reflection of the glass.
He called me a fairy? She paused.
“He’s in the gym, should I relay a message for you?”
Kat glanced away from her body and up at the android. She had hoped he would be in the facility waiting for her. She understood those unspoken agreements about sex.
Never get attached. Never assume. Never read into it more than what was there. And most of all, don’t fall in love. Love only lasts onto death and death always seemed one step behind her.
“No, thank you.”
The android left her at her pseudo-office and she took her seat without looking at the empty enclosure from the night before and instead logged into the EPED server.
The afterglow of great sex and fantasy were forgotten when her belly cramped, curled up, and punched her in the gut. Kat gasped and tried to massage it away but the ache only grew until she lifted her shirt to check her skin.
No blisters. No blemishes. What the?
She looked outside her small room, finding it empty but for one robot on the other side, cleaning the Wameck’s habitat. Knowing it was cleared, she peeled off her clothes and thoroughly checked her body, the cramps grew with her paranoia. Her muscles tensed as she twisted to look at her back, running her hands over her buttocks, slipping
off her shoes to look at the soles of her feet. She then rechecked every area, grimacing from the pain.
A chat opened up on her screen with Mia’s name tagged at the top. It brought her out of her mania just long enough to redress and convince herself she was just getting her monthly. That she was giving into paranoia.
“Don’t go looking for things that aren’t there Katalina. Leave it alone and let it rest. You’re driving me crazy with how you’re acting, girl.”
Kat took a deep breath and dove into her work.
‘Where's your reports from yesterday?’
‘I’m working on them now. We had–’ Kat stopped typing, wondering if Ghost wasn’t known by her employers. ‘–stopped at a port.’ She opened her backlog from the day before, finding several other messages she received. All from Mia Stavke and all in states of annoyance to demanding to down-right mean. Communication with Earth or any of the bases in their solar system took time to deliver. It was like dealing with a digital pond of molasses that each missive had to swim through.
Kat pulled the data from the current creatures on board, and ran it through the division’s software. Everything the androids monitored, including food intake, emotional state, chemical levels, and growth, amongst a dozen other stats were always logged in. All she had to do was read it, note any shifts or changes, put in any reasons why the changes may be occurring and then write a visible report.
The visibility was why she was there. She wasn’t sure what had happened that created the need for this job but she knew it wasn’t with Dommik’s approval. The living areas on the ship remained unused, undisturbed, uninhabited. There wasn’t even a scuff on any of the floors… and there are always scuffs.
Kat finished her reports and uploaded them to the secure server, all before Mia could come back at her with another message. Her fingers paused on the keypad, debating whether it would be appropriate to ask...she was typing her question before she answered herself.
‘What happened that made this job, my job, become available?” She didn’t know if Mia would respond, let alone answer her, but it wasn’t going to stop her from trying.
