Ethan: Cyborg of Honor

by T. J. Quinn

  “Obey the guards’ orders as if they were mine,” she warned the women gathered in the vehicle. “A complaint about any of you and you’ll all pay.”

  The journey began, and when they arrived at the first colony, they were quickly transported to the palace and into a huge room, where they were served food and drinks. They stayed there the whole day, while the men visited the colony.

  After the night meal, the guards finally showed up to take them to the rooms hosting the men they were supposed to entertain that evening.

  Neela knew she wasn’t going to be sent to Ethan again and the idea of being with another man twisted her bowels painfully.

  They were taken down the hall to the men’s rooms, and Caisys was the first one to enter one. Neela’s instinct told her Typsea had sent her to serve Ethan. She hadn’t been pleased with Neela’s job the night before so she would send her best woman to do the job.

  When it was her turn to enter one of the rooms, she considered to run away, careless of the consequences, but the guard seemed to guess her intentions because he pushed her inside the room and closed the door behind her.

  Trembling, she tried her best not to show her discomfort as she turned around to meet the man in the room.

  “Greetings, Citizen, my… my name is Neela… and I’m here to serve you…” she muttered, as she looked at the man standing in the middle of the room.

  Unlike Ethan, this man’s skin was tanned, almost the color of the planet’s fertile soil. He wasn’t as tall or as muscled as Ethan, and his short hair was curly, but still, he was a handsome man.

  Nevertheless, she wished she was somewhere else.

  “Hi, Neela,” he greeted, with a slight frown. “Why are you here and not Ashryn?” he asked.

  “I was sent here tonight, we wouldn’t want you to get bored,” she mumbled, a bit worried about the man’s reaction. She couldn’t afford being rejected again.

  “I have nothing against you, sweetheart, but if I have to be with a woman during my stay in this planet, I actually would prefer it was Ashryn,” he insisted.

  “We can’t choose, citizen. We just follow orders,” she tried to explain, but he didn’t seem to be listening.

  “Did she come in this journey?” he asked, instead.

  “Ashryn? Yes, of course,”

  “Why don’t we go looking for her? I’m sure you don’t mind, right?” he said, with an apologetic smile on his face, as he took her by the arm and guided her out of the room.

  “Oh no, of course, not,” she mumbled, not sure what to think or say.

  There was a small commotion out in the hallway. Apparently, the men weren’t happy with the women sent to them, and all had had the same idea of exchanging them.

  Neela could see the women were as astounded as she was, but they agreed to the swapping, gladly. For a moment, Neela thought Ethan would be the only one that wouldn’t participate in it. She hadn’t seen him in the chaos created by the couples, but she finally saw him, leaning against a wall, when all men and women had returned to their correspondent rooms.

  “Hi,” he greeted her, with a sexy smirk.

  She looked around a bit self-conscious. What if Ethan wasn’t pleased with the swapping and had only agreed to please his men? After all, he hadn’t made a move to claim her.

  “Hi,” she replied, not sure of what to do. “I guess I’m the only one left, you don’t have to,” she mumbled, wriggling her hands, nervous.

  He straightened up and walked towards her. “You’re the only one left, indeed. As it should be, since you’re meant for me, not for anyone else,” he assured her, lifting her chin gently and making her face him.

  “I am?” she asked, feeling the heat coloring her cheeks.

  “Oh, yes, you are.”

  With those words, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his room, eager to have her in a more private place.

  The moment he closed the door behind his back, he put her down and cradled her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks before he claimed her sweet lips in a breathtaking, passionate kiss.

  She opened her lips and allowed him to taste her sweetness, his tongue impulsively dwelling with hers, eager to let her know she was now his.

  Desire rushed through his body reigniting the passion they had experienced the night before, as he pulled her closer to him, his hand drawing the soft, round curve of her buttock.

  She moaned and surrendered to his passion, her body already in flames, only aware of him and nothing else.

  Ethan quickly got rid of her tunic and helped her get rid of his clothes, eager to feel the smoothness of her skin underneath his touch.

  A few moments later, he was laying her in bed and crawling next to her, his lips and his hands exploring every inch of her delicious body.

  And though he wanted to spend the whole night kissing and caressing, the urgent need burning inside him pushed him to roll over her and take what he craved.

  Pulling her legs up, he nested himself between her legs and pushed his big cock deep inside her, with a single thrust.

  Neela was so wet, so ready for him, she welcomed him with a loud moan of pleasure. Her walls stretched to fit him, but just seconds later, they clenched around him, trying to make those moments last forever.

  Thrust after thrust, he guided her to the point of no return, and when she sobbed and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts, the whole universe exploded in a million stars. Wild waves of pleasure crashed over them as he poured his essence deep inside her and she wrapped her legs around him. He collapsed over her, doing his best not to crush her underneath him, their bodies still shuddering and their hearts still thundering after such an explosion.

  A few minutes later he rolled off, pulling out of her and pulled her into his arms.

  “Why did your men swap the women?” she asked after a while.

  “Humans prohibited slavery several centuries ago. We don’t feel comfortable with the idea of being with you, knowing you’re being coerced to be with us, but refusing you seems to put you in greater danger than accepting your services,” he explained. “Accepting a different woman every night feels even more wrong.”

  She raised her eyes to look at him. “I guess it makes sense… in a way,” she said, with a chuckle.

  “Believe me, it wasn’t something we discussed previously, and yet, we all acted the same way. If we have to be with a woman to please the king’s desires to entertain us, then we better do it with the same woman,” he added, trying to make some sense.

  When he had walked out of the room with the woman sent to him that night, he hadn’t expected to find all his men doing the same. None felt really comfortable being with the women, but they all understood refusing them wasn’t an option.

  “Either way, I’m glad you decided to swap. Though I’m not sure what Typsea will say about that,” she replied, with a heavy sigh.

  “Who’s Typsea?” he asked, curiously.

  “She’s the person running the harem. She makes sure we get trained and prepared when we arrive at the harem, and she teaches us the hard way, obedience is the only way around her,” Neela answered, scowling.

  “Why do your people accept this? There must be a way to stop the Dreshanians from abducting your women,” he asked, intrigued.

  Being here at the Cetian colony, he figured they would have more freedom to talk. He doubted the Cetian leader would have cameras on his guest rooms and even if he had, he wouldn’t be sharing the information with the Dreshanians.

  “They can’t do anything. When the Dreshanians arrived here, they threatened to kill all the Atheans. They wanted the planet and wouldn’t stop at anything to get it,” she explained. “At first, we fought them, but soon, it was obvious we were no match for them. We outnumbered them, but they had better weapons and a lot more battle knowledge than we did,” she said, rubbing her face, suddenly tired. “Until their arrival, we had only had small tribal disputes, nothing comparable to them.”

  “What made them ch
ange their mind?” Ethan asked, with a deep frown. He liked Dreshanians less and less.

  “I don’t think they did. They are hunters. If they had killed us all, who would they hunt?” she pointed out. “So, they proposed a deal – they would let us live as long as we indulge their hunting cravings. Once a year, the Dreshanians organize a hunting game, and they hunt a few selected women between the ages of eighteen to twenty-five. They usually hunt three to five females.”

  “When did they hunt you?” he asked, curious.

  “In their last hunting game, around four months ago,” she sighed. “But after I was here, they showed very little interest in me. They realized I was an outcast, not someone anyone would actually miss.”

  “An outcast?” he asked, surprised.

  “I’m different, Citizen Ethan. I never met my mother, and my father died when I was still too young to think about asking too many questions. People in my village used to say I wasn’t one of their own, and judging from my coloring, and a few other details, I’m inclined to believe they were right.”

  “You’re not that different from the other women,” he protested.

  “I’m different enough. I’m the only Athean with my coloring. Unlike your species, mine is quite boring. We all look alike, except for me,” she explained.

  “Well, if that difference kept you safe until now, I guess it’s a good thing. I wonder why they decided to send you to me,” he said, pulling her closer.

  “I can answer that,” she said, looking at him again. “Because you look different from your men. You look stronger, taller and your skin color is also different,”

  He nodded, understanding the strategy. “That’s because I’m not completely human. I’m what we call a cyborg – an enhanced human being, part human and part machine,” Ethan explained.

  “Part machine?” Neela asked, intrigued. He didn’t look like any of the androids she had seen on the colonies.

  “My skeleton is made of a special metallic alloy, which makes me stronger and harder to kill or hurt. My system is populated with nanocybots that keep me sane and makes me self-healing. It also improves my intellectual abilities.”

  “That’s astonishing. But why are you different?” she asked, leaning on her elbows and looking at him.

  “All of my men are also cyborgs, but they were created a few years after me, and they resemble humans a lot more. We were created to fight in wars, raised and trained to be the best warriors out on the battlefield.”

  “And your parents agreed to that?” she asked, apparently in shock.

  “We don’t have parents as you understand them. We were bred from anonymous donors and genetically altered while we were still an embryo.”

  She frowned. “They had no right to do that,” she grumbled.

  He smiled at her protest. “No, they didn’t. But they did shielded by the excuse terrible times demanded terrible decisions. The wars devastated our planet and we all lost.”

  “Is that why you’re here?”

  “Yes, in a way. I was hired by a client to find a better place for him and his family,” he explained.

  “And not for you and your men?” she asked, surprised.

  “Yes, for us too, as soon as we finish this job. We’ll be able to finally leave the planet and rebuild our lives somewhere else.”

  “But not here,” she concluded, with a sad tone.

  “No, not here, at least, not me. I’m afraid I’ll never see eye to eye with the Dreshanians and their ways,” he said with a scowl.

  “I understand, of course. Most people that come here choose to close their eyes to the situation and live their own lives,” she said, resting her face on his chest.

  “I can understand their need to ignore the things that don’t concern them, to get the life they have been looking for,” he agreed. “But it’s not the way I’ve been raised. I’ve learned that ignoring problems always makes them grow, not disappear.”

  “You might be right. In this case, there isn’t much you can do,” Neela pointed out, drawing the lines of his abdominal muscles with the tip of her fingernails.

  It was the first time she dared touching him in such an intimate way, but for some reason, it felt right, as if she was meant to be there with him. Her rational side dismissed those feelings as ridiculous and out of place, but she decided to ignore them, at least, for as long as he stayed on the planet.

  He groaned at her touch, and that deep, hoarse sound encouraged her to continue and go even further. With a naughty grin, she followed her fingers path with sweet little kisses, ripping another heartfelt groan from Ethan’s lips.

  “I guess we’ve talked enough for tonight,” he murmured, pulling her up, over his chest and capturing her lips with a passionate kiss, while his hands delved her back, sending chills of arousal down her spine. “I want you again, it seems I never get enough of you, my little elf,” he whispered in her ear, sliding his hands to her perky little breasts, his fingers clamping her hard nipples and playing with them.

  She moaned her pleasure out loud, her hips sliding up and down his belly, looking for more.

  With a mischievous grin, he released one of her breasts to find her hot pussy, sliding one of his fingers deep inside her while the others explored her folds.

  She trembled and moaned, raising her hips and giving him full access to her.

  Pulling himself to the headboard, he took advantage of her permission and pushed a second finger inside her, exploring every inch of it, studying her reactions to every touch and every caress.

  He knew human females had the clitoris to provide them with all the pleasure they might want or need along with what they called the G-spot. He had found the clitoris in Neela, so perhaps, there was something inside her, like a G-spot that would trigger even more pleasure for her.

  He wanted her to squirm and scream underneath the wild waves of pleasure, and after a few minutes of thorough searching, he found it. It felt like the G-spot, rugged and puffy, just a couple of inches away from her entrance, on the opposite side of her clitoris. The moment he touched it, she howled as if a blast of pleasure had rushed through her.

  “What… what was that?”

  “Do you like it?” he asked, his eyes locked on hers as he rubbed it again.

  “Oh… yes…” she cried, her whole body reacting to his touch.

  “Good!”

  He rubbed her a few more times until she came in his arms and collapsed against his chest, her body still shuddering and her chest heaving heavily.

  Stealing a kiss from her lips, he pulled her up until he had his hard, aching cock right at her entrance and with little effort, he let her go down on him, her slick inner walls welcoming him and taking him as deep as possible.

  Grunting his pleasure, he pulled her even closer to him before he started to thrust in and out of her, making sure his cock rubbed her engorged little bud.

  It didn’t take long to ignite her passion to meet his own one more time, especially when he pinched her hard nipples sending exquisite jolts of pleasure rushing through her.

  Neela lost track of how many times she came in his arms. The pleasure was overwhelming and mind-blowing. At some point, she just collapsed in his arms, completely drained but utterly satisfied.

  Ethan let out a satisfied grunt when she came that last time, dragging him along with her, in an explosion of feelings and sensations he had never experienced before.

  Breathing hard, with his heart racing in his chest, he kissed her forehead one last time, before he tucked her in bed, covering her sweaty body. Unlike her, he had never felt more alive, and his body felt as if it had been recharged with the most potent force that has ever existed.

  Knowing she was exhausted, he jumped out of bed to let her get the rest she needed and walked to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he put on his suit and left the room, too restless to stay there.

  Chapter Eleven

  He was sure he would be stopped by a guard at some point, but that didn’t stop him
from walking towards the palace’s main entrance. He needed fresh air and a brisk walk to spend some of the extra energy he was feeling.

  Surprisingly, the main door was open, and the guards didn’t say a word when he walked right past them, so he continued towards the palace gates. Two full moons lightened the night skies, along with a million stars. It had been a while since he had been able to see a night sky this beautiful back home.

  Earth’s skies were so contaminated, you couldn’t even see the sun. Fortunately, the temperatures still hadn’t gotten low enough for an ice age, but he was sure they would get there, sooner rather than later.

  He was about to cross the palace’s gates when a voice behind him stopped him.

  “Can’t sleep, Citizen Ethan?”

  He turned around and found Dreisax behind him. Putting on a faint smile, he shrugged. “I guess I’m not tired.”

  “I don’t think you get tired often.”

  “No, I don’t,” he admitted.

  “I know you’re a cyborg. We heard about your kind when we were back at our home planet,” he said, with a cautious grin.

  “So, you’re new here on this planet.” It wasn’t a question. The first cyborg had been created only thirty years ago.

  “Yes, you could say so. We’ve been here for fifteen years now.”

  “You’ve done a lot in such a short period.”

  “This place is great, the most fertile soil I’ve ever worked with. The Dreshanians found a real treasure when they got here.” There was a hint of disgruntlement in the other man’s tone.

  “More than they deserve, I’m sure,” Ethan risked saying.

  For some reason, he could sense the Cetian shared his opinion on their hosts.

  “Yes, much more,” he grumbled. “Why don’t we go out for a walk? I’m sure we could both use it,” he suggested, and Ethan nodded.

  They walked for a few minutes in silence, across the city, and at some point, Dreisax turned to a road that led to some fields and barns. There were no houses in sight.