Hawk

by Jessie Rose Case

  Franny stood and instantly regretted it. It hurt like a bitch. She couldn’t help but pull her leg. An arm appeared in front of her to take. Franny reluctantly did, to steady herself. At least he’d stopped stripping. Franny didn’t want to look up, he was unbearably close. “You need help, let me help you. Your safe here, on my honour.” He told her.

  She finally looked up. “Does that mean anything? Your honour?”

  Hawk lifted a hand to brush the hair from her face, he kept it slow as she watched every movement he made. Hawk realised something terrible had gone on in her life, she didn’t trust easily. He pushed the hair away and lingered on the feel of it through his fingers. “We do not lie,” he told quietly, marvelling at the feel of it in his hands. “Cyborgs see no value in it. It is not logical.”

  She believed him. Nothing about the man indicated he was deceptive or playing an angle. Franny was torn. She needed some help and he was offering. “Ok, I’d like some help.” Franny wasn’t particularly shy. They lived in a community with little privacy. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it free with Hawks help, then she sat again, and he helped to pull off her trousers. She was keeping her underwear on. “If you could help me over to the water, I’ll be ok from there.”

  Hawk had to admire her determination. She was still wearing some clothes and he understood that was for her modesty. He’d seen thousands of naked bodies over the years but hers, was perfection. It was made for him and him alone. He didn’t want anything to stand between them, even flimsy underwear but he would allow her this. As his trousers contained his rock hard cock, he picked her up before she changed her mind, to her surprised squeal, he walked her over to the shower. She weighed too little, Hawk thought, he needed to feed her. He carefully placed her on her feet and once steady, backed off and removed his trousers. Cyborgs didn’t do underwear.

  Franny took a breath and was glad to be under the shower. She pulled for water and the spray hit her. Her entire body wet, she turned it off again. She reached for the soap, to find a male hand already there picking it up. “It will be easier if I do it.” Franny’s mouth felt dry. This was getting way too personal.

  “I can manage,” she told him, but he was already moving. Soaping her hair and cleaning out the knots and massaging her head. O dear god, had anything felt this good? It felt so great, she barely registered when he started to work on her neck and shoulders. She moaned, she couldn’t help it bracing against the wall. It felt amazing. He put pressure just where she needed it. Nothing had felt this good, ever!

  Hawk heard her moan her pleasure, his balls swelled with seed and tightened. He kept massaging her shoulders. She had knots on knots. He doubted that she’d ever had this done for her and it was his pleasure to do it. The feel of her in his hands the only reward he needed. His essence was riding high as he worked his fingers into the toughest areas of her body and she started to relax against him. Her trust meant everything. Hawk moved his cock out the way, he didn’t want to scare her and continued to soap and rub down her arms and back, systematically rubbing in the soap, easing the muscles as he went.

  Franny stopped thinking. Holy shit, as her grandmother would have said. That man could use his fingers. He’d missed his calling! Forget war and fighting, this is what he was created to do. Soap her! It was ridiculous and stupid, but she couldn’t help think it on a giddying level. He worked her muscles to perfection. Then moved to the heels of her feet, picking up one, then the other, he massaged the foot. That, was amazing. He worked all the bones and then worked his way up to her chin. One leg, then the other. Constantly moving, making his way further up. Nothing was missed. He took care to go around her wound until he reached her shorts. She’d expected him to stop then but he kept going and for a second, she wondered if he’d try something.

  “Calm female, I am helping you, nothing more. If it was more, you’d know it.” He told her with a half-smile he couldn’t hold back. She turned to look over at him. They were eye level now.

  “Cocky much?” She asked him, while he worked on her thigh muscles. Hawked recalled the saying and smiled wider. He scented her desire in the air.

  “No. Cyborg.”

  Franny tried to ignore the fact that Hawk was naked and in the shower with. She tried hard not to look at the eye of his huge, and she did mean huge, cock standing up at her and saying hello. What the hell. When had he got naked? Was that for her? Or would any female make him do that?

  Something about that last bit irritated her. She felt her gut clench and her clit pulse. Her nipples hardened. She had no idea what being Cyborg meant, as he moved her slightly back, so he could work on her stomach. She suddenly had a burning need to know. “What does being Cyborg mean? I have never heard of this before.” She asked him and hoped it would distract her from her own rising need. Hawk worked her muscles and told her. By the time he’d finished her shoulders, she knew a lot more.

  “Ready for water?” Franny nodded absently. Hawk moved her into position and told her to put her head back. As the water flowed, he washed the soap from her hair and body. Then picked her up, to her complaints about being able to walk, and walked back to the bench. He left her on his lap as he reached for towels to help dry her.

  Hawk wrung out her hair and wrapped it in a towel. He’d rubbed her dry with it first, then wrapped a dry one around her body. Franny knew that cock was sandwiched between them, she couldn’t seem to get her mind off it. It was both fascinating and frustrating. Hawk leaned down and breathed in on her neck.

  “I can smell your desire female. You have no idea how good that smells to me.” She smelt? She’d just showered. Franny guessed he must have sensed her confusion earlier.

  Hawk held back his natural instincts to take the female, make her his. He didn’t want there to be any mistakes, anything not clear, so he would have to explain everything to her. His body cried out for her. The feel of her on his lap perfect. “You have a wonderful natural scent. It calls to me. When you have feelings, it infuses your scent with those emotions. Each one has a different slant to it. It separates those emotions out. Now, your feeling desire and I can scent it.”

  Franny stilled embarrassed. “You can smell my emotions?” That surprised and shocked her. It sounded weird to Franny, but she knew some animals could do that. If they could sense everything she did, how did you have privacy? Kept things to yourself?

  “We can.” He told her running his nose up and down her neck, breathing in where it met her shoulder. “We can tell when someone is lying, is honest, happy or sad, or wants to fuck.” He nipped at her neck.

  Franny wasn’t sure how to deal with that last part. He clearly smelt her rising desires as her body responded to his. “Do you react to every female like that?” She asked still not sure what it all meant. She needed to know.

  He pulled back and looked at her, brushing a thumb across her lips. “Most of us can scent emotions, some of us are better than others at it. We were all created with different base skills.”

  Hawks neuro net pinged. Med bed is with the medic. They do not know how to use it.

  I will be there shortly.

  Affirmative.

  Hawk focused back on his female. She smiled up at him. “Where’d you go?”

  “I have the ability to communicate with my men via a neuro net implant.”

  She looked shocked. “In your brain?” Hawk have her a nod. “That’s …. not right,” she told him.

  Hawk shrugged and pulled the towel from her hair, suddenly surrounded by her scent filtering into the air. Had anything ever smelt so good? He knew the answer, not even his freedom. “There were many things implanted in us in creation. We have on board computers, are stronger, bigger, faster than most things. We have some animal DNA in us too and have abilities, humans could only dream of. We can see further, hear further, run longer. Everything to make us better soldiers and because the investment was huge, they gave us longer lives, we do not age like humans.”

  He started to brush out her hair, he wou
ld need to fuck her soon, if he wanted any chance of staying in control when took her. “What does mate mean?” She asked him. “You called me that earlier.”

  “Until recently, we did not know we could have mates. We were born to kill and die in battle. Then we were set free and for many years, we travelled space looking for our lost or damaged brothers and our Admiral, found Kim. In finding her, it triggered a response in him, we had not thought possible. He shared that with those of us with a neuro net and it triggered our responses too. To find our own mates. She is his perfect match. There are many others who are finding their perfect matches too. Human females seeded throughout the universe. When I was given this mission, it triggered my responses, somehow, my knowledge knew a mate was here. I’ve been dreaming of you for weeks. You have been fighting in most of them. I saw you get injured more than once, no matter how hard I tried to find you in the dreams, I seemed to get there too late. I wasn’t about to let that happen here.”

  Franny frowned. “I don’t know how you could dream of me. None of that seems possible and that doesn’t make us, this mates thing.” She told him. “I don’t know you.”

  Hawk nodded. “I’ve been watching you fighting in my dreams for months, more recently, using my body to pleasure you. The minute I saw you on the vid screen, I knew who you were to me. Human mating traditions are different from ours. Ours are young and still growing, and it’s for life we believe. We imprint on a female who triggers our DNA responses, we have no impulse to be with anyone else. Only the person who triggers our response will do. If bonding takes place, she is everything. No one can take her place.”

  “What makes you so sure?” She asked him.

  “DNA doesn’t lie.”

  Franny nodded. “I have a say in all this right?” Hawk stopped brushing and stared down at her.

  “Yes. Willingly or not at all.” He told her.

  “You said you’d been looking a long time and your colleague D something, made the connection to my ancestor, how’d he do that?”

  “Facial recognition, mannerisms, speech and language, you all carry tags of your ancestors passed down the generations. He put the pieces together along with your family name and what he knew of his Commander.”

  She looked thoughtful for a moment, Hawk had never seen anything look so cute. He longed to be buried deep inside her. Ploughing into her deep and hard. He could imagine how their child would look and wanted that. A family with her DNA and his. “He said he knew of my great grandfather, that means your people have been looking for a long time.”

  Hawk smiled. “D923 didn’t know of, your great grandfather, he knew him personally.”

  Franny shook her head and laughed, “that can’t be possible, he doesn’t look a day over 30ish.”

  Hawk nodded gently at her. He watched her go over all the information and the moment she realised something. He waited for her question.

  “How old are you?”

  “I am from the second generation. I’m 73 years old.” He watched the shock cross her face as she studied him, taking in all the fine details of his face.

  “That’s ……… that’s ……. Not possible.”

  Hawk brushed a hand down her face then leaned in to lightly kiss her. She tasted heavenly and his need, wanted to plunge his tongue in deep and fully taste her. He pulled back as his passion ignited and his body demanded connecting with her.

  “Cyborg remember,” he told her. “Time to go, the med bed is here to fix that damage and if we stay here any longer I will be fucking you sweetness.” He watched the blush rise up her neck and across her face and thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. “I’d like to know the name of the warrior sitting on my lap.” He brushed his lips across hers.

  “Francesca, my friends call me Franny.”

  Francesca, it was a beautiful name for a beautiful female. Fitting.

  “Then you will be my Cesca. Come, we need to fix you.” He moved her to stand, then slipped on his trousers while Franny turned the other way, trying to ignore that perfect pert ass. As the waist coat went on he made a grab for her.

  Franny felt she needed some space from him and shook her head, “I will walk to the medic, I feel better now.” She slipped on her shoes and slowly walked out. Hawk followed her.

  He wasn’t letting her get away. He walked through the cave system by her side, letting her lead him to the medic. His man was by the med bed. Start it up.

  His man started the programme. Diagnostic and full repair mode.

  Affirmative.

  The medic was telling Cesca that he had no idea how to use the machine and some caution should be used. Hawk turned to look at the male.

  “We are not taking away your responsibilities here, this bed will be left with you. Once you know how to use it, it will save lives. Come, I will show you how it works.” The medic moved over to him and Hawk explained what it could do. He talked though setting it up for a diagnostic on the human body. He opened the lid and explained the workings inside. Both the medic and Cesca seemed fascinated by it. It was a reminder of how isolated they had been. “Cesca, give me your hand. It is time to get in, sit here and swing your legs in. It will close over you and it will give you something to let you sleep so it can do its work. It will wake you when it’s done.”

  Franny walked over with Hawks help, removed the towels and climbed in as he’d told her. She looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed her, then moved to ear. “I will be here when you wake. You will be well, and I will show you what it means to be a Cyborg mate. My cock and tongue will fuck you, my hands will roam your body until you cry out for me to make you come and I will, time and time again, until you are begging me to stop. Then and only then, I will let you sleep, with my cock buried in you and your nipple in my mouth to suck on.” Holy shit, thought Franny. He kissed her neck and pulled back gazing into her eyes while he closed the lid over her and she felt instantly warm, a slight touch against her arm and the warmth seeped into her, she drifted off thinking how great that kind of sex would be.

  Hawk made sure Cesca was sleeping and continued to talk though the programme the med bed was running to the medic. It took a little longer than he’d expected before it was completed. The read out came up on the vid screen. Hawk stared at it in disbelief. She had a long list of injuries starting at the most serious. “Is this correct to your knowledge?” He asked the medic, not sure how to kill.

  He looked over at the screen. “Looks about right. Franny has been in some serious fighting over the years. Since she was 14 in the militia and before that, from about 8.” Hawk held back his need to lash out and beat the crap out of the man. The male was way to calm and didn’t know how close he was to his own demise. This wasn’t right. No female should have gone through this, but in these primitive conditions, he knew she could have died many times over. “She had a fractured skull,” Hawk roared. “How is she this damaged?” He gritted out, as his rage consumed him, he needed to pound on something.

  “Because of me.” Hawk turned ready for a fight. To find Cesca’s father and D923 standing there. Her father walked towards him and the med bed. “This will fix it all?” Hawk could hear the anguish in his voice and gave him a sharp nod. Hawk didn’t trust himself to speak. “She wouldn’t stay out of the war, I tried, banned her, sent her away, ignored her, but in the end, she would see others step up, see me lead them and it was everything to her in the beginning. She wanted to be with her friends, supporting them, fighting with them. The more she got hurt, the more determined she seemed to get.”

  “You should have stopped her. No matter what. You are her protector, that is your responsibility.” Hawk told him holding back the need to take her pain out on her father.

  “Yes, and yet, I send fathers and wives, daughters and sons, out to defend our world everyday. I couldn’t do less with my own daughter and she would never allow it.” Hawk sensed the grief surrounding the man, but it didn’t make things any easier. “You care for her?” Romero as
ked him. Hawk gave a nod again. “Then bring hell to this world and have done with this war. It’s the only way to protect her. To protect them all.”

  Some of the anger in him dissipated. Hawk pulled back on his anger. Hearing her father say that, brought Hawk back on safe ground. He decided he wouldn’t kill him yet after all. Besides, he reasoned, females tended to like their parents and Cesca would be unhappy with him. He didn’t want her unhappy, he wanted her hot.

  “She will be out for 6 hours or more depending on how she responds to treatment. You have a prisoner. I suggest we go interrogate him and find out if he’s alone and who he’s working with. Then the Empire are going to call on the soldier’s compounds and take them back.”

  Romero led Hawk to a celled area. There were several people in it. Romero spoke to the guard and he opened number 3. A male was brought out and put in a chair. He looked shocked to see Hawk and his men. Good, he should be.

  “You are lucky I do not kill you right now.” Hawk told him. “You dared to attack a female of the Cyborg Empire. If you want to live passed this day, I suggest you answer honestly. Ask away Romero, I will tell you if he lies.”

  It didn’t take long to establish that the young man had been bribed with promises of a better life. All he had to do was give away their position, so the soldier could ‘help the misguided into a better life’. Hawk looked on in disgust, he didn’t like what he was hearing but he believed the young man. He wasn’t lying, he believed what he’d been told and thought he was helping them. He told them, he’d met some soldiers while doing some recon in town for Kiumo. He’d been caught where he shouldn’t have been and had shown his papers. They told him they were good copies but not good enough. He’d expected the worst and they’d been nice to him, took him to a bar, showed him the good life, told him they didn’t understand why they didn’t all come in and enjoy it, stop all the fighting for nothing but dirt and he started to wonder that too.