“It’s a miracle you’re still here at all.”
Chapter Four
The injustice of it all consumed her every waking moment. Her people deserved better than this. They had been through so much. The passed six weeks had been one shock after another. They had said their goodbyes to their dead and looked to the future. When the two days had been up, with her in a healing sleep, the community had voted as she’d asked them to and accepted the Cyborgs into their community. It was no surprise. Days after her waking, she’d had to call another. Reporting the information to her people about the virus affecting them all. The information had been met with more shock. The Cyborgs had patched a communication to the Space Station and their lead medical advisor, a Doctor Mac, had verified the findings. Her dismay as evident as their own.
It was clear now, their ancestors had been lied to. Fraudulently used for the Corps own ends. There was no information in their records to support, anyone on the original voyage, having knowledge of what had gone on. They were the innocent victims of a deliberate attack to wipe them out.
The women who were of child bearing age, had been offered first choice to under go the testing and treatment. It would be months before all of them would be clear. Ares had given them use of his six med beds but it was slow going. Every female had different things wrong with them along with the embedded virus. Some took a few days to fix, other’s over a week, and a few, nearer two. The list of injuries they had endured during their lifetimes, was staggering when looking at it. Lea had looked at Josey’s and Carolin’s results. It hadn’t been easy reading. She’d immediately felt responsible. She’d put them in harm’s way time and time again, and had made them all work hard to refine fighting skills to help them survive. She’d never once, considered what the consequences would be to them. Only that it might keep them alive. She warred with herself. Had she done the right thing?
It had been equally as bad for her mother. She had never wished to lead the people. Her grandfather had been the warrior, her mother’s skills had gone to medicine, or what they had for medicine. When he passed, it had gone to Lea. Looking back, she hadn’t been ready. Her father was already gone and her first engagement with the pirates too confident. Mistakes were made and people died. Lea lived with that every day. It was a stark reminder that confidence could be misplaced. She never forgot the lesson. It continued to plague her. Her confidence, was being tested again.
Every day, the Cyborgs became more and more interwoven in their lives. Each of the closest females to her, had mate matches. Some pursued them, others were weary. She knew how they felt. She’d kept her distance from Ares as much as possible. He knew she was ignoring him and to his credit, he’d let her. She was grateful for that. Lea strode out towards the horse enclosure. She’d wanted to check on the wild ponies. It had been a while since she’d run with them. Her stallion scraping the ground as she approached him in his corral. “Hello boy, want to go for a ride?” She asked him walking towards him, grabbing his saddle and reins.
He whinnied shaking his head and stomping the ground. Lea smiled. His excitement at seeing her contagious. She threw the blanket and saddle on his back and went to scratch his forelock and down his nose. She placed her head on his. “I have not forgotten you.” She told him, patting him, then placing his bit in his mouth and over his ears, doing it up. She pulled the reins forward and secured the saddle. Patting his neck, she put her foot in the stirrup, grabbed the pummel and reins and lifted into the saddle.
Her seat finding it’s natural position she nodded at the corral keeper to open the gate. Securing the reins, Lea used her legs to tell him to walk on. Once clear of the corral, she set him into a trot, when clear of the village she encouraged him into a run and headed into the hills.
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Captain, we have the Principia on her own heading to the high ground on horse back.
On screen. The vid screen lit up with an image from their ship in orbit of the ground and then zoomed in on the Principia. Ares could admire her skill. She barely moved her body and the animal under her responded.
Heading?
There is a large group of similar animals beyond the next ridge.
Ready an off-worlder, I will pilot it myself.
Affirmative.
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Ares stepped off the off-worlder on the plateau below the ridge. Picking up the food and blanket he’d stowed before leaving. Emmilea had rarely been on her own in the passed few weeks. She hadn’t been pleased to find that he and his men had gained entry to her home on the night of the assassination attempt. She’d been grateful but had made her point. It was her home and should not be entered unless given permission to do so. He agreed. The fact that she might have died had they done that, had been not well received. Ares smiled at the memory of the look on her face when he’d told her that. She’d made a point of avoiding him since their conversation in medical.
They’d accessed what files the community had by upgrading their 160 year old equipment and patching it to their newer equipment. It hadn’t been pretty, but it’d done the job. The community’s computer system and data storage, had come from their navigation system on their colony ship originally. It had been made to be dismantled and used as colony communication as well as data storage to aid in the building of the community. Problem was, it had never received any upgrades or new parts. It had been far removed from where they were now but, they’d managed it.
Still the information had been interesting. His communication and infiltration specialist, Burr had worked wonders. They now knew what the colony had been created to do and the ethos behind it. Burr’s report was clear. Whoever had run the computer equipment during the original mission had to have known all that information. Had to know, it was a death sentence and yet, had still gone along with it. It wasn’t what they’d expected at all. Now several generations on, not surprisingly, that information had not been passed on. With the lack of support from Earth Corp, the communications system had been hardly used. The records showed the community had made several attempts to contact them over the years, more in the beginning, becoming fewer as time went on. The records also showed no one had accessed its records in several generations. It was possible, with the evolution of the colony the skill had been lost. Seemingly unimportant.
Ares rounded the hill and zeroed in on Emmilea coming towards him. He made his way down the hill towards a stream. The wild horses picked up his scent and moved off slightly walking further down the river bed. He set his blanket under a tree, sat leaning back against it, waiting for her arrival. He had a clear view of her coming his way and drank in the vision before him. She was a master of control in her mastery of the animal and her command of her journey. Ares’ noticed, like any good commander, her eyes, never stopped sweeping the horizon.
The moment she saw him sitting against the tree, she tensed. All relaxation disappeared, the warrior took over. Even her animal had a more determined stride. Ares smiled, she looked like she was going to war, not about to have a pic nic. He shook his head in wonder. Her long fiery plait bounced over her shoulder in time with the animal’s stride. His optic allowing him to zoom in on her. Ares’ blood heated. He could well imagine her bouncing on his cock in the same way. She would look magnificent. His mouth salivated. He wanted a taste. To feel her flesh under him. His senses heightened. His need soared. His cock swelling, his balls tight. Ares gripped his fists holding on to his control. His heat all on her.
Lea spotted him from a distance. At first, she wondered who would be out with the herd, then his lines registered with her, his relaxed stance, his size. He was waiting for her. The fact annoyed her and excited her. The man always looked so dam good. Yet again, he showed her that their ability to track them, made it easy to intervene in her life. She didn’t like it one bit. She felt like someone was constantly looking over her shoulder. It royally pissed her off. She rode in towards him, determined to have her point made.
Ares saw the set of her face and the det
ermination in it. She was going to be confrontational. Make the encounter sting. He wasn’t about to let her do that. Ares rose to meet her as she galloped in to stop before him. Before she had a chance to shout at him, he grabbed her reins, pulled her leg free of the stirrups and pulled her bodily towards him. She fell into his arms. Adjusting her body, he kissed her. He didn’t hold anything back. And when she opened her mouth in surprise, he swept in with his tongue tasting her. Carrying her easily in one arm, he moved his head for a better angle and dominated her mouth. She was his mate and he was done waiting.
Lea’s immediate reaction was to fight. His domination of her mouth shocking her to her core. She’d been kissed before when younger but nothing like this. A brief encounter with a young man from visiting lost ship, who they’d expected to return some months later, but never came, had been her introduction to romance. It had been short and sweet. Lea had been a little heart broken not to see him again but that was a long time ago, and she was no longer a young woman and this was no youth.
Her own supressed passions flared to life. Lea gripped his arms tightly, her nails digging in as her body reacted to his domination of her mouth. She’d never had a man. She had nothing to gage this by. It was hot and heavy and all consuming. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back. She wasn’t giving him control. This was her life. She would make her own choices.
Ares senses raged. He needed to claim. His mate was in his arms and kissing him back. Logic had no place here. It was all, hot searing passion. Rock hard, his cock strained for release. His emotions all over the place as his tongue explored her mouth and held her firmly against his body. The fullness of her breasts pressing into him, her nipples hard, digging in. He felt her hand grab around his neck pulling on him for a better angle. He moved his head to comply and rubbed his cock against her for her reward. He needed to be inside her. With his free hand, he reached between their bodies. Her riding outfit the same style of uniform she’d worn since the first day he’d seen her. Leather knee high boots, fine woven thigh length tunic that ran from her neck with short sleeves, a leather breast plate and leather stripped skirt.
Her outfit gave him easy access to what he wanted. He found the shorts he’d seen several times under her tunic when she’d been moving fast or fighting. They were wet for him. Ares groaned, and duelled her tongue for dominance. Slipping his fingers under the cloth he reached into her heat. Emmilea’s body gave a little jump at the intrusion and stilled. He knew she was thinking far too much and slipped his finger into her rubbing her clit, he started to pump.
Lea didn’t know what to do. Things had got out of her control. Ares had his hand on her body. His fingers in her. What was she doing? Screamed out across her mind. Pleasure zinged through her. The pressure of his thumb and the pumping of his fingers bringing forth wave after wave of intense pleasure. She’d touched herself over the years but nothing, had felt like this. It was building layer on layer through her. She could feel something she desperately wanted was just out of reach. Instinctively she knew Ares could give it to her. He added another finger stretching her more, Lea broke from the kiss, arched back and cried out as the most unimaginable wave of intense pleasure poured through her.
Ares kept pumping. Her come was soaking his hand. He was desperate to drink her down but he had more pressing needs. He released his cock. The relief on it being free nearly as good as her taste on his tongue. Ripping free what was left of her shorts, he pumped into her while she rode out her orgasm. Sensing the moment she started to respond again, her body started to ride his hand. Demanding more. Ares looked down on her and smiled. It pleased him how much she wanted him.
“Emmilea look at me.” He saw her trying to focus. He scraped his nail over her clit. Her body shook. She blinked. He pumped her again. “Need your permission female. Need to be in you.” He gritted out. He sensed she wasn’t hearing him. Leaning forward he caught her ear lobe in his mouth and bit the end of it. She gasped at the touch of pain. Pulling back he still pumped into her and gazed into clearer eyes. “Decide. I cannot hold on much longer.”
Lea realised he’d nipped her ear to make sure she was clear headed to answer him. He ‘d waited for her permission. Given her time and pleasure and held onto his own, to make sure she could give her consent. Her own passions had swamped her. She had no idea how he had remained clear headed enough to ask her. Her own mind had filled with the memories of the words he’d told Jamia of a Cyborg and his mate. Her own needs had exploded. She’d been lost to the overwhelming pleasure. She could feel the emotion clawing its way back up inside her. She desperately needed more and ground herself on his hand. Lea looked up into his eyes. She could see the strain on him waiting for her answer. She felt …….. powerful. In control. Giving her exactly what she needed. “Yes.” Slipped passed her lips.
Ares wondered if he’d heard right. She’d finally said yes. Jubilation assaulted him as he removed his hand and positioned himself at her entrance. His cock pushed its way in. Tight, so tight. Fucking amazing. His neuro net fired as her body gave way to let him in. Waited so long ….. filtered across his mind. He pulled back a little and pushed in again going a little deeper. Her grip on him tightened, finding her clit he worked it until she started to move with him. Then he pulled back again and pushed in more firmly. Her own juices coating him, her muscles sucking him in. Her heat calling to him. He belonged here, in her.
His control slipping. He grabbed both her thighs in his hands and thrust forward, fully seating himself as she cried out at the invasion. Her breathing coming in short pants. He sensed her fear, knew it to be a reaction to his invasion of her body for the first time, but it still shamed him at having caused his mate pain. He knew there to be no other way. He ripped at her tunic under the leather breast plate, making an entrance and found her breast. He caressed and stroked over her nipple, while leaning in and kissing her neck. “Perfect, my mate. We fit as we should.”
Her breathing came under control and her body started to relax into him. He withdrew his cock slightly and thrust back in. The pleasure almost blinding in its intensity. Emmilea gasped and he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. She came back to life, duelling with him and started to move. Ares gripped her tighter and started to pound. He needed her to come again. Her muscles rippled along his cock in anticipation. He could feel her need rising. How close she was. Increasing his pace, he slammed into her, holding her to him, grinding into her on contact. Emmilea screamed out her climax clinging to him, then collapsing against him. Her breathing laboured. Exhausted.
“Now,” he told her walking towards the tree. He was going to need something to brace against. “I will show you what it means to be a mate.”
Lea tried to focus, she really did but it was just out of reach. She’d never experienced such overwhelming pleasure in her life. Her fingers and toes were tingling. Ares was moving, walking towards the tree. He was telling her, he was going to show her what it meant to be a mate. Mate. It rang around her mind. Then she felt the tree at her back and her feet touched the floor as Ares withdrew from her body. Lea reached out to stop him but it was too late. He’d quickly pulled out of her and knelt on the floor in front of her. She’d started to follow him down but he’d put a large hand out and stopped her. Raising one leg he placed it over his shoulder. Lea gripped the tree behind her for balance, as Ares ripped her tunic and leather skirt out his way and face planted into her.
Ares sucked and licked at his mate. Her juices were his. A growl rose up as procession took hold and he gripped her tighter to him. He would have all that was his. He delved in his tongue and fucked her with it. He heard Emmilea cry out and a hand gripped at his head pulling him into her. Need surged through him. His mate needed him. An intense need to mark hit him. He turned his head to the fleshier part of her thigh on his shoulder and bit down. Another cry from her accompanied her blood coating his tongue. The mating haze flooded him. He licked at the bite knowing his nano’s would help numb and close
it. Ares pulled back and stood. Turning her around placing her hands on the tree. He pulled her back towards him and opened her open to him. Unable to resist any longer, he slammed in deep. Roaring out his triumph. There would be no holding back now. Her blood and juices coated his tongue and filled his senses. She was all his. He fisted her clothing and fucked her with abandon. Ploughing into her for all he was worth. His pace getting faster and faster as he sensed her own need rising to meet his.
Her efforts to push back against him, told Ares she was right there with him. Joy washed over him. His mate wanted her own pleasure. He reached down for her clit and rubbed. He felt the fever of need, rush to the fore as Emmilea screamed out her release again. More intense than before. Ares reached out for her shoulder, gripping it. His other hand wrapped around her plait and he pulled on both as his own release closed in. His balls tight. His control in tatters. He thrust into her hard and fast, the urge to spill, to mark inside her consuming him. His pace out of control. His need to scent mark his female, overriding everything else. Domination and procession settled in him. He would have this at last. A female to give him a future, to give him everything. Emmilea screamed out another release. He pulled her up to him and thrust hard and deep, roaring out his release as it poured inside her. She was his.
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