by Naomi Lucas
He looked away and focused on her rosy clit, a delicious beacon, that made his girl jerk with each flick and pinch of his fingers, every twitch brought her wet opening closer to his cock. His thumb rubbed her bud with slow measured movements as the rest of his hands explored her slick folds and stroked her everywhere, everywhere but her entrance, rounding it over and over, working her into a frenzy.
“Do you ache?” he groaned.
“Yes but I don’t care!” she had stopped kneading his cock, and only gripped him now, lost in her own hell. “I feel so empty.” Kat tugged at him.
Dommik pierced her with his middle finger. “Is that better?” His thumb continued to rub her clit as he cupped her sex. She let go of him and grabbed his head, tearing at his hair and found his mouth to answer him with a fevered kiss.
“No,” Kat hissed into him.
He found her puckered g-spot and brought her to climax with a scream all over his hand. It was wet and glorious.
“How about now?” he teased as she writhed and rode out each spasm, crying out each time he pressed her tender flesh. She rode his hand like how he was about to make her ride his straining Cyborg cock.
When her second orgasm hit, clenching his lone finger, he let go and thrust her down on his waiting erection, taking every swollen inch she had to give. Dommik held her as her body pumped his. With only her moans spearing him on, he took her hips and moved her. He took in her every quiver, her every heartbeat, and kissed every inch of skin his mouth could reach.
He worshiped her as she succumbed to him.
And when her tired hands slowly lifted her shirt above her head to reveal her flushed breasts and perky nipples, he filled her with his seed. Kat’s thighs slapped his mid thrust. He held her over him until all of his seed was spent deep within her pussy. Until her deliciously pink sex strangled his cock and sucked every drop out of him.
Dommik was ready for round two but the urgency and the chaos ebbed into sated exhaustion. He took it for what it was and caressed her back as he held her. “You make me feel alive,” he whispered after a while.
She made his heart bleed.
“You just make me tired.”
Dommik laughed. “That’s all? No, I’m the best you’ve ever had? That I make you feel alive too? Give a man something to work with.”
He heard Kat scoff and snort. “Fine. You make my muscles ache too.”
“I can help with that.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled her off his lap, off his cock, buckling himself and picking her up. She mumbled protests but didn’t try to move away.
“Where are we going?”
“Medbay.”
She tensed in his arms.
What are you hiding from me?
He had told her one of his secrets, it was now for Kat to tell him one of hers.
Chapter Fourteen:
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“I don’t need to go to medbay, I was teasing about the aches. They’re so minor I’ll be better after a night’s rest,” Kat teased...and pleaded.
“And what about your cramps?”
“The beginning of a monthly. Can’t you tell?” She blushed and squinted when they entered the bay and the bright white lights powered on. It was always a shock to be in a well-lit room these days. It was even more so to see the Cyborg without his cloak of shadows. “Look, I should go check my message log and get back to Mia. Shouldn’t you be piloting?” Please work.
He set her gently on a pallet. “Are you afraid? A nurse, afraid of being looked at?”
“I saw Dr. Cagley yesterday, I’m fine,” she said as the pain of her cramps came back, making her flinch.
Kat sat up and watched as Dommik grabbed a reader off the wall and came towards her. What if he finds something? I don’t want him to know my medical history. Kat went to stand when his arm snaked around her waist and pressed her back onto the bed.
“I know you’re hiding something from me, Kat, I know when I’m being lied to by humans.” He warned, but released her. She didn’t breathe. “But I won’t force you to tell me.”
He lifted the medical reader between them, expectantly, waiting for her to come clean. She bit the inside of her cheek and glared at him in challenge. Damn you. “Was Argo a lie?”
Dommik looked surprised at the question and she felt a twinge of guilt.
“No.”
“Then why are you trying to get to know me? You could barely stand me not even yesterday morning.” Kat tugged the sheet from under her and wrapped it around her naked body. She couldn’t help but flinch as he set down the reader with rage furrowing his brows.
He made her angry by being angry.
“What’s it going to be? I let you back on my ship, I opened myself up to you and not because of forming some sort of connection between us, but because you chose this course. You chose me and whether you thought about it or not, you chose to go with me into Trentian airspace.” He leaned over her, making her fall back into the bed. “You trust me with your life but you won't trust me with your secrets?”
Kat glared at him while her heart raced in tempo with the medical equipment’s light. She glanced at the reader sitting next to her and decided.
There’s nothing wrong with me. He won’t find anything. And if he does…
It wouldn’t matter anyway.
She picked up the instrument and handed it to him. He took it from her slowly, their fingers brushed against each other sending electric shivers through her.
“You won’t find anything,” she whispered and laid back. Their eyes remained locked as he flipped on the machine and ran it over her body.
“Then what are you so worried about?” he asked, his anger tempered.
“I don’t know.”
His eyes left hers as he ran each of her limbs under the reader, quietly, tenderly and almost as if he was polite about it, if he sneaked up on it, there wouldn’t be anything to find. Like a hunter. Kat steadied herself.
One arm down. Her hand. Her fingers. The other arm, up from her palm and over her shoulder and neck.
Nothing.
The readings were beyond her sight but she watched Dommik’s face. It was all she needed to know.
He ran it over her chest, her torso and each breast. Kat’s breathing picked up. Down he went over her ribs, running his knuckles over her after each swipe of the reader. Until it reached her stomach and his movements went even slower, eyes hooded and concentrating.
His face cringed. His finger tapped.
It beeped.
Her heart exploded from her chest and his hand clamped down on her shoulder and pinned her to the table.
Kat’s eyes flooded with tears while her body struggled for freedom.
“Calm down!” He set the reader out of her reach.
“What’s wrong with me?” she cried. “I don’t want to die.” Kat stared at the machine just out of her reach and continued to fight for it, fight him.
“You’re not dying.” Dommik pulled her into his chest and held her tight. “Why do you think you’re dying?” Kat fought until her breath gave up...until her muscles melted and ached. He didn’t let go nor did his hold on her lessen. She was jailed. It warmed her body but not her mind.
“What did the machine say?” she settled into him, out of breath. He picked her back up and left the bay behind. Her eyes didn’t leave the reader until it was out of sight.
He laughed under his breath, “Pretty much that you’ve had vigorous sex recently.” Kat looked up and they were back in the star alcove, their clothes now folded on the seat beside them.
“My grandmother died.”
Dommik caught her chin and forced her to look at him. His lips downcast.
Emotion looks odd on a Cyborg. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“We were close. Very close.” Kat stared at the wall, remembering. “We went through a lot together, two people who had no one else in the universe to relate too, separated by generations and entirely different experiences but that couldn’t change how
we felt. She died a month before you and I met.”
“Is she why you’re afraid to die?” He combed his fingers through her hair but it didn’t comfort her.
Kat let out a crazed laugh. “I help people die. I know death. I hold their hands until they breathe their last breath and death takes them away from me. I was born into the profession.” She shifted in his embrace. “Like how you were created for yours.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I’m afraid to die...because I think I will.” Kat let it out and closed her eyes.
“Don’t talk about something unless you want that something to happen. The devil hears everything.”
“Did you kill someone?”
She jerked. What? “No, I’ve never killed anyone.”
“I’ve killed many.”
“How many?”
“I’ve pumped people full of so much poison they never wake back up, I’ve torn out their throats with my teeth, sliced them into a thousand pieces with my claws, and shot countless more. I’ve looked Death in the eye and have been him myself. It’s a raw look, Kat, his eyes. They don’t look back at you but through you, into you, until you’re no longer breathing, no longer thinking. Then he disappears and leaves you cold and you hate and fear him all the more for it. You might know it but what you do, helping people die is far closer to heaven than it is to hell.”
Kat found herself holding him tighter in a comforting embrace that matched his own. “I’m sorry, Cyborg.” She kissed his chest.
“Don’t be. The difference between you and me, angel, is that I love what I do.”
She shook her head, “That’s not true. I love what I do too. It haunts me because it feels right but it makes me a hypocrite because I don’t want to die. I’m afraid of dying.”
Dommik held her close as she told him her story, the way she had been born and never held by her mother, watching her parents die miserably behind a glass barrier, being in quarantine for the first third of her life, up to her choice in letting her grandmother die on her own terms. Leaving Kat to pick up the pieces and clean up the fallout.
She told him about the Gliese parasite and how she lived each day that she might have it hidden within her.
It was word vomit. Her neuroses on display for him to digest and judge at his own free-will and she hated being judged. Kat had stopped telling her story when she was barely out of her pre-teen years because of how people reacted. Pity and fear. Pity for the domesticated medical animal she was and fear that she could be a host to a thing that would destroy them from the inside out.
When she was finished, Kat didn’t feel better, her heart felt as heavy as it always had and she knew that whatever Dommik would decide, life would go on and her burdens would remain.
They sat in silence. Not by choice but because he had yet to respond to her past. Kat waited with every frozen fiber of her being.
“Were you,” she watched as Dommik tried to find his words, “were you a virgin when I claimed you?” It was the first time she saw real emotion in his eyes.
Kat blushed. “No. I wouldn’t have potentially killed someone but I was not a virgin.”
“Who was he?” His question came out harsh, edged with venom.
“It’s not what you think,” She stammered and had to look away embarrassed. “One of my patients, doomed to die from a genetic disorder. We became close and he knew what could be in me but it didn’t matter to him. He was going to die anyway. I held his hand also.”
“I’m sorry.”
His apology embarrassed her more.
“It’s in the past.” She leaned up and kissed his lips. “I like knowing I can’t hurt you. That you’re safe to touch, to kiss. I would say it’s my favorite thing about you but it’s not.” Kat said into his chest.
“What is your favorite thing about me? You have me curious.”
“Right now? My favorite thing is that you’re not disgusted by me.” Her courage grew. “You’re so…”
“Monstrous?”
“No. Thoughtful, you’re thoughtful. I like that the most.”
He kissed the top of her head and she felt the familiar intake of his breath, breathing her in. “You’re not sick, Kat, You need to listen to me. There is nothing inside you. And today I don’t want you to think of it again, ever again. Do you hear me? You’re not near death anymore. You’re an assistant to a monster hunter and what we do prevents death.”
“Okay.” Kat swallowed. “I’ll try.” She lied.
“I need to show you something.”
She let out a stale breath and got up when he moved to stand. She pulled on her clothes while he watched. Dommik took her hand in his and led her back to the menagerie. The half empty room that was encased in heavy layers of steel and reinforced glass cages. The androids were milling about keeping the creatures within healthy and hopefully happy.
He led her to the one room she hated the most. The roaches.
Always the bugs.
The door closed behind them, the bright light blinded her. They stood in front of her least favorite case. He let go of her hand and opened it up.
Kat jumped back as he pried the roaches off of a branch that she had fed them earlier. They critters scattered away from him, some up his arms, over the interior of the glass. She was on the other side of the room while Dommik picked the bugs off of himself and enclosed them again. Kat was gagging by the end.
“Why would you do that?” she coughed with disgust. Shaking herself as if they had crawled all over her instead. “Now I’m really going to be sick.”
A mangled and chewed on plant appeared in front of her face. “Take it,” Dommik demanded of her.
She gripped it with the edge of her two fingers and held it away. “Why?”
“That’s the plant that you think killed your parents. Nargeo.”
Kat flung it away from her in horror.
In shock.
“It’s harmless,” he said.
But she didn’t hear him.
The ship’s speakers went on and transmitted the one message that saved her from herself:
“Warning. Warning. Entering Trentian territory.”
Chapter Fifteen:
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Dommik sat in the bridge, alone, his eyes and half his systems monitored the channels and spaceways around his ship. Each day that went by, heading deeper into alien territory, each hour they moved closer to Xan’Mara and to the solar system that heralded the Trentian homeworld, Xanteaus Trent.
They hadn’t run into any scout ships yet, but that didn't mean anything. He sensed in his mechanical gut that the aliens knew he had crossed their borders. They may not be as technologically advanced as the Earthians but they had their ways...unexplainable ways.
The Space Lords and Knights that protected the Trentian species had abilities that couldn’t be explained scientifically. The thousands of autopsies the Earthians ran on the dead aliens, showed nothing of their powers. No tech in their bodies.
It was either that or they had a better way of hiding it than his creators.
Peace treaties my ass.
He wasn’t afraid of the aliens, he was created for the purpose of hunting them down and killing them. That programming could never be changed. And it was always the bottom line deep inside, ready and waiting for the day when he needed to revert back to his basic self. Until then, he was a monster hunter for the EPED.
He was also soon to be a father.
Dommik scraped his hand down his face. Kat had no idea he released his nanocells, preprogrammed to impregnate her, deep within her womb. Cyborgs couldn’t have children but here he was, breaking the cybernetic law and jeopardizing his brethren's hard-won peace.
There was only one way to truly claim a mate in the eyes of a Trentian and that was a child. If she was forced to encounter any of them while in their territory, they’d not only smell him all over her skin–which should be enough to satisfy them–but also be able to sense the baby growing within her.
My baby. He slammed his fist into the console, crushing a series of buttons. It sparked and crackled, lighting up the area around it in a glow. Dommik placed his hand on top of the flare and let himself burn as the room faded back into darkness. He watched as the outline of his hand brightened into an orange halo and the smell of burnt flesh filled the room.
He wasn’t infallible and he would be the first one to say he wasn’t experienced at wooing a girl. This one he desperately wanted and that desperation marred his common sense.
Dommik clicked on the security feed and found Kat’s heat signature in her quarters, barricading herself within the only place she thought was her own, holing up away from him.
It had been days since he handed her the half-eaten plant, days since her eyes widened in shock and the weed hit the floor. He thought facing her fear would help her recover from her trauma but now he understood something else…
You can’t heal a human with the switch of a button.
Human’s didn’t have internal technology to cure them. They didn’t have a switch to turn themselves off.
He tried to comprehend what it was like to be fully human, to not have the security of metal and steel lining his organs, to not have another program to update his systems. He tried to imagine what it was like to be vulnerable, unable to improve one’s existence, unable to regulate one’s hormones. To fall victim to your body’s chemistry.
Dommik couldn’t imagine it. Even compared to other Cyborgs, he was less human, less humane and he had to fake it. Sometimes he was even successful.
All he could imagine was her.
Her pixie features and flushed body. Her moans as he sunk deep inside of her, mewing like a kitten or the curls that wanted to spring out of his grip and resume their freedom. Her nipples bouncing with each of his thrusts as he forced her tight pussy to take him, all of him. Over and over until her eyes hooded with exhaustion.
He saw her struggling, trapped within his web of ropes, with drips of arousal gliding down her inner thighs, bound, waiting, and needy, begging him for everything.
Dommik let his animal instincts take over his head, succumbing to the fantasies he so desperately wanted to make real. His unburned hand wrapped around the steel length of his cock while his other fried. His cum shot out onto the floor into a white puddle of unused seed.
