by Cynthia Sax
He would be calling her fragile always.
She climbed onto the sleeping support. Her eyes glowed. Her curves jiggled enticingly.
He tightened his hold on the base of his cock. “You rode me six planet rotations ago.” He pumped his shaft. That encounter had decimated his control. He’d come embarrassingly quickly. “This will be a repeat breeding variation.”
“Frag that.” She slapped his right shin. “Bend your leg.”
He complied with her command.
“I didn’t say I’d only be riding your cock.” She straddled his leg, pressing her warm, wet pussy against his skin, and he shuddered, that contact heating him to his frame. “Does this hurt you?” She ran her hands over his fully functional leg as though searching for damage. “You appear healed but—”
“I’m healed.” He felt only the most exquisite bliss. “Breed with my leg.”
“I’d breed with both of your legs.” She caressed the stump of his mechanical leg. “But you can’t sense your shiny silver one.”
He’d had to sever his connection with that limb. All it relayed was excruciating pain over and over again, a damage it could never repair.
“I want you to derive pleasure from this also.” His female rocked against him.
“I’m deriving pleasure from this, female.” He groaned, pushing back on her. “Fraggin’ hole. There’s too much pleasure.”
“You can take it.” Her confidence in his strength made his chest heat.
His female’s view of him as a skilled warrior, as a being able to protect her, protect their offspring, hadn’t been altered by his damage, by his inability to return to the ship without assistance. She didn’t see him as less of a male, as being anything other than fully functional.
He loved her for that, for everything. She was the best of females.
“I can take it.” He gritted his teeth as she bred with his leg, branding his skin with her scent.
She was decadently soft and yielding. Her pussy juices dripped down his shin, over his foot.
He skimmed his knee between her breasts. She squeezed her curves around him, and he almost came. That was how good that felt. He clenched his jaw. His female truly would break the long gun over his skull if he found release before she did.
But frag. He was surrounded with lushness, and that was stripping away his restraint layer by layer.
The sight of her breeding face added to his strain. The tuft of thick hair on the top of her head waved like a banner. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips parted with each swivel of her hips. Her ragged breaths echoed in the chamber.
His balls ached. “Taelyn—”
“Grip the base of your cock. Hard.” Her voice snapped over him. “You aren’t to come until you’re inside me.”
He followed her orders, clasping that part of him, seeking to stave off his release.
She rode him faster, more vigorously. The sleeping support bounced. His female glided her palms along his legs. One of those limbs was covered with skin and whole. The other one was metallic and damaged. She embraced both sides of him with a thrilling passion.
Her acceptance was as stimulating as her breeding, was as true, as honest as she was. He trusted in it and believed in her. She would never leave him behind, would trade her lifespan for his.
She also would push him to the brink of breaking with her breeding. Her undulating body sparkled with beads of sweat. She panted, those husky little sounds pulling on his cock. Her fingernails left trails of pink on his gray skin. The pain ratcheted his need upward.
Pre-cum formed on his tip. His knuckles whitened around his shaft. Pressure built low on his simulated spine.
“Mount me, female.” He couldn’t last, had to be inside her. “Now.”
She met his gaze. Her eyes flashed at first with protest. That was her default setting and he liked, he loved that she was that way. She would always provide him the challenge he craved.
Her eyes then widened. His perceptive little enhanced human must have realized how near the edge he was situated. He was dangling on the precipice, was one feminine moan from falling into that abyss.
“Wait for me, warrior.” She lifted her beautiful ass and he straightened his leg.
“I’m waiting for you.” He had a stranglehold on his shaft, seeking to delay his release. His body shook with anticipation, with wanting. Soon, he’d touch her, hold her, feel her surround him.
His female moved forward on him, her progression shredding his willpower. Her wetness bathed his knee, his upper thigh.
“If those pussy lips touch my cock, I’ll come.” His voice lowered to a rumble as he issued that warning. He was too close, too ready to endure that sweet torment.
“Frag.” She pushed herself upward with a sigh. “You can be a big pain in the ass.”
“You love me.” He didn’t dare grin at her. His restraint was too strained.
“I love you.” She carefully aligned her tight little entrance with the tip of his cock. “You’re mine, cyborg.”
The gleam in her eyes gave him a heartbeat of warning.
It wasn’t sufficient to prepare him. No duration could have readied him for the pleasure he experienced as she drove herself down on his cock.
Warm wetness and exquisite snugness rushed along his shaft. The rapture sliced through him, leaving him exposed, defenseless. His control snapped.
“Mine.” Grudge howled. He clamped his hands down on her hips and thrust upward with all his might. Cum shot from his cockhead, bathing her inner walls, blasting him with ecstasy.
His world went dark and silent. Breeding with his female was too good, too much. The sensory inputs had overloaded his processors. His auditory and visual systems had shut down.
His female’s scream was felt, not heard. She shook in his palms, dug her fingernails into his forearms, clenched her pussy around his cock.
That drew a muted bellow from his lips. More essence propelled from his tip. More bliss battered him.
She squeezed his cock again and the cycle repeated over and over, each round lessening in intensity. Pleasure flowed through him. Energy coursed along his circuits. His processors struggled to absorb the euphoria.
Gradually the fervor eased. His female’s form layered over his. He wrapped his arms around her trembling form, holding her to him, as he floated in the afterglow of their passion.
Devoid of sight and sound, she was all he processed. Her curves caressed his muscles. Her breath wafted over his chest. The tuft of hair on the top of her head tickled his chin. She was his sole link to the universe, to reality.
That bond was more than sufficient for any warrior. His little enhanced human cared for him, challenged him, was beautiful and strong and brave. She had yanked him out of death’s dark grip, had, with their offspring’s assistance, dragged him to safety, flown them far from harm.
His female had singlehandedly given them a future. Grudge rubbed his hands over her back, tracing the proud line of her spine with his fingers. That future would be filled with family and adventure.
And love. Fierce passionate everlasting love.
His auditory and visual systems rebooted. He gazed down at the female cuddled close to him. The force of his emotions temporarily erased all the words from his databases. He would kill, would die for her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her safe, to ensure she was happy.
She propped her chin on his chest, met his gaze. Her big brown eyes sparkled. “That breeding variation must be a new one.” Her voice held an adorable smugness. “You should add it to your kind’s list, call it The Grudge.”
He would add it. “We’ll call it The Taelyn. You fabricated it.”
Her creativity delighted him. She would always surprise him, add excitement to his lifespan.
“I was inspired by your big fraggin’ form.” She splayed her mechanical fingers over his left pec as though she sought to claim that part of him.
That wasn’t necessary. All of him belonged to her.
“The Badass.” Grudge smiled. “I like it.”
She drifted her fingertips across his skin, leaving a trail of delectable sensation. He ran his hands over her back and ass, savoring the physical connection with her.
Their breathing synchronized. She smelled of him and he smelled of her and he relished that.
“We have to destroy as many space stations as we can as quickly as possible.” She relayed a truth he already processed. “But the systems on those structures could reset also. We could die. You and I can take that risk. The kid is, however, a kid and—”
“She will remain in the docking bay during the next mission.” That space would be secured. No battle robots or enemy beings would enter it.
His female frowned. “Jasny won’t want to stay in the docking bay alone.”
“She won’t be alone.” He followed the vegetation design on her mechanical arm with his fingers. It was exquisitely wrought, was as delicate, as fine as his female.
His enhanced female’s eyes glittered. “I’m not staying—”
“One of my brethren will accompany her.” He would never ask his badass female to remain in the docking bay. She belonged by his side. “There are thousands of warriors who would battle to have all the fun we’ll be enjoying.” He grinned at her. Cyborgs were accustomed to being active, and there wasn’t much to do on Mercury Minor, their home planet. “We could share that joy and expand our team.”
“You want to add more fraggin’ cyborgs to our team?” She lifted her eyebrows.
“I want to add more fraggin’ cyborgs to our team.” He nodded. “We’re hard to kill.”
He processed that was an important factor for her.
His little enhanced human feared losing beings she cared about, and it was challenging for her not to become attached to others. That was her default setting.
Grudge projected that was why she had remained alone for so long. She couldn’t stop herself from caring for beings. To lower that risk, she had isolated herself.
“You’re not impossible to kill.” His female glanced down at his damaged leg. “Frag. I almost lost you on the last mission.”
She buried her face in his chest.
“You didn’t lose me.” He stroked her back, seeking to repair her emotional damage. “You saved me.” In all the ways a male could be saved.
“I don’t want to go through that again.” Her voice was muffled by his form. “If expanding the team will keep you and the kid safer, then I agree to more fraggin’ cyborgs being added. But—” She blindly held up her right index finger. “—I’m still the captain.”
“You will always be the captain.” Grudge kissed the top of her head. She would love his brethren and they would love her. “Though we might have to get a bigger ship.”
She groaned, her form vibrating against his. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“And you love me.” He laughed. Her dramatic responses amused him, greatly.
“And I love you.” She didn’t fight him on that truth.
That was how intense her caring was for him. She couldn’t deny it.
He gazed down at his female. “I love you too.” He paused, then couldn’t resist adding, “I love you more than you love me.”
“What the fuck?” She raised her head and glowered at him. Her eyes shone with passion. “Are your processors malfunctioning again, cyborg? Because there’s no way in fuck you love me more than I love you.”
That was the reaction he was hoping to receive. “You said fuck twice.” He deliberately provoked her again.
His female was valiantly trying to delete that word from her databases.
She was doing that to make her former guardian, Medic Neidan, happy. Although she would never admit to that.
“Ffff…frag you.” She slapped his chest.
His cock hardened once more, revived by the tantalizing mixture of pleasure and pain only his female could supply him. They were arguing, and there was a 98.2365 percent probability their heated disagreement would end with an equally heated breeding.
In anticipation of that finale, he rolled his female onto her back.
“What are you doing?” She glared at him.
“We’re trying a new breeding variation.” He braced himself upward with his arms. “Cyborgs don’t require both of their legs to breed with fragile little enhanced humans.”
“You’re the fragile one at the moment.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, her actions belying her brusque words. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Again.” Her voice turned husky. “And I won’t allow that to happen.” She brushed her fingertips over his nape. “Frag. I should tie you to the sleeping support.”
“Hmmm…” He bent his head and nuzzled against her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. “You have the best ideas.” His lifespan would never lack thrills. “We’ll try that breeding variation next.”
“You’re impossible.” Her laugh was choked. “Fuck me quickly, cyborg.” She smacked his back. “You’re putting too much weight on your injured leg.”
Grudge stifled his mirth and applied himself to pleasing his female.
Chapter Eighteen
They landed on Antares II twenty-two planet rotations before Grudge’s brethren arrived.
Medic Neidan repaired his mechanical leg. It would never be as strong or as integrated as the original, she warned him. But it would be usable.
The damn male insisted on using it hard. Taelyn’s lips twisted as she trailed him and the kid. Her assigned role was to guard the team’s rear.
Grudge’s role appeared to be to reopen his fraggin’ wounds. He leaped and lunged while he tracked an imaginary foe, acting like he hadn’t been injured at all.
The kid, of course, loved it, was mimicking his every move. She sported her shiny silver arm, said the cyborgs would look at them and know they were a family.
Medic Neidan had replaced Taelyn’s battle-robot-severed mechanical arm with an improved, more battle-appropriate version. The casing was thicker and it was stronger.
She’d use that arm if Grudge hurt himself. The damn cyborg would feel its full strength.
They arrived at the medic bay, thankfully, without incident.
“I’ll get Medic Neidan.” Taelyn hurried through the doors, leaving her cyborg and the kid mock fighting on the pathway.
“I’m in here.” Her former guardian’s voice originated from the back of the structure.
Taelyn found her hunched over a tiny mechanical leg. “The cyborg ship will be landing soon.”
“Good. I have questions about the fabrication of their mechanical limbs.” Medic Neidan straightened, set down the tool she was utilizing, removed her amplifying goggles. “Those answers might help with this.” She gestured to the leg. Her lips flattened. “He has so few solar cycles.”
Taelyn frowned. “Does he have any family left?”
“He has all his family left. It was an agri-lot accident.” Her former guardian gazed at her. Her expression was sympathetic. “You won’t be responsible for this one.”
The boy wasn’t an orphan. He had beings who loved him.
Relief for him whooshed through Taelyn. “Come on.” She walked with the medic. “We need to move quickly, or you’ll be replacing more fraggin’ limbs.”
“Grudge’s or Jasny’s?” The older female’s eyes sparkled.
“You’d likely have to replace a limb for each of them.” Taelyn shook her head. “They’re pains in my ass.”
“And you wouldn’t want them to be anything other than who they are.” Medic Neidan laughed, bumping against her. “You were a pain in my ass also. All the best beings are that way.”
“I fraggin’ love you. You know that, right?” Those words were easier for her to say now. Her cyborg insisted on hearing them from her numerous times a planet rotation.
“I know you love me.” Her former guardian’s voice softened. “I’ve always k
nown that.”
They exited the medic bay.
“Auntie Medic Neidan, watch me.” The kid shouted that before she jumped into the air and kicked her imaginary enemy.
The landing wasn’t as impressive as the liftoff. Her legs skidded out from under her and she would have cracked her head wide open if Grudge hadn’t caught her, preventing her from hitting the ground.
“I have to craft more mechanical arms for her.” Medic Neidan made that observation.
“A female can never have too many arms.” Taelyn smiled.
A ship’s engine roared.
“They’re here.” The kid took three steps in that direction, turned and beckoned to them. “Get your asses in gear. We’re going to be late.”
Taelyn groaned.
Medic Neidan looked at her as though she was responsible for the kid using that phrase…which she likely was. She often told Jasny to move her ass.
Grudge chuckled. “We’ve received our orders.” He grabbed Taelyn’s hand and pulled her forward.
The four of them ran like the fools they were to the landing site, huffing and puffing and smiling and laughing. Mulls exited the beverage outlet as they passed it.
“Uncle Mulls.” The kid yelled a greeting at him.
“I’m no one’s fuckin’ uncle, kid.” The male’s reply would have sounded more sincere if his voice hadn’t lilted with amusement.
“I told her to call me Medic.” Medic Neidan jogged by at a slower speed. “She now calls me Auntie Medic.”
“You’re so fucked.” Mulls brayed with laughter. “She’s as stubborn as her new ma.”
“Hey.” Taelyn scowled over her shoulder at the older male.
“You can argue with him later, my female.” Grudge dragged her from that confrontation. “The ship is landing, and our offspring has no caution.”
The kid had caution. When Taelyn first met her, she had been one big ball of nervous energy.
She merely trusted the two of them to protect her now, had complete confidence they would keep her safe.
