Indulgence (94 page)

Which made no sense. As the energy bursts diminished, his
logic came back online. Rage opened his eyes, seeing the situation more
clearly. Joan Tull was a simple human female.

She affected him this way because he was a primitive C model
and he hadn’t had a breeding session for many, many solar cycles. After he’d
taken her mouth a few more times, his fascination with her would dissipate. He
could dispose of her as he had originally planned.

“That was…that was…wow, sir.” She gazed up at him, her
cheeks pink, her lips glistening with his cum. “I still feel you inside me.”
She trembled. “Spreading all over my body.” She swept her hands across her
succulent breasts. “You’re everywhere.”

Pleasing him made her happy. He didn’t know how to deal with
that truth. “Clean me.” He pushed his hips forward, needing more of her touch.

“Yes, sir.” She reached for the cleaning cloth.

“With your tongue.”

“Sorry, sir.” She licked his tip with light dainty flicks,
poked and prodded his slit, laved his shaft with the flat of her tongue. His
ball wasn’t neglected. She sucked it into her mouth, rolled it gently.

Rage supervised her efforts silently, enjoying her care, not
expecting it to last. She remained human, the enemy. She’d hurt him eventually.

But not this planet rotation. She kissed the specks of cum
on his thighs, not wasting a drop. When she was done, she looked to him for
approval.

He shouldn’t encourage her but he didn’t have the heart to
say nothing. “Good job, female.”

“Thank you, sir.” She beamed, her beauty hitting him like a
punch to his gut. “You continue to be with me.” She rubbed her rounded stomach.
“When will your presence fade?”

He frowned. “It should have faded by now.” The other females
said nothing about his nanocybotics lasting.

She must be on a new line of breeding drugs.

But why would she feign ignorance? And why would she ask him
these questions?

“When did you last see a medic?” Could they have put her on
drugs without her knowledge? That was something the evil humans would do.

“I saw one ten planet rotations ago, when I took the
fertility inhibitor.” She maintained a consistent story.

But she would. She was a clever female.

Something wasn’t processing. He gazed at her with suspicion.

“I’ll see a medic while you’re on deployment, sir. Have him
run some tests.”

“You will
not
see a medic.” No one was touching his
female, especially not a medic. They had been responsible for his permanent
scars.

She looked at him as though he was being irrational.

And he was. She was destined to die by his hand. He
shouldn’t care if another being completed that task for him.

But he did care, very much.

“You were attacked once and you barely survived,” he
reasoned with her. “You were conscious then. If the medic puts you under--”

“I wouldn’t live through an attack.” Her face paled.

That she feared the entire ship meant someone high up in the
command chain was responsible. She’d mentioned Commander Lewis being… what did
she call him? A female-hating rectal wipe.

“You’ll carry the dagger with you at all times.” He’d deal
with Commander Lewis during his escape. “And you won’t leave our chambers
unless it is necessary.”

“Our chambers,” she repeated.

“Whenever I’m here, you’re here. They’re our chambers.” That
was a fact, not a declaration of feelings.

Not that he had feelings for her.

“You’ll stay in them,” he emphasized that point. No one
except her could access the inner door. Not even Boyd could enter their
chambers.

“I have to fulfill my duties, sir.” Joan lifted her chin.
“One of those is to accompany you to the docking bay.”

Rage didn’t like it but she was right. She was required to
walk with him to his ship, to go through that releasing protocol nonsense.
“You’ll accompany me, then return here and wait.”

“I have other duties, sir.” Her jaw jutted.

“Joan,” he growled.

“If I don’t complete them, the Commander will reprimand me,
and you’ll be assigned another engineer.”

Rage stared at her. She stared back. She might submit in
other areas but not this one.

Because her life was at stake, he acknowledged. The
Commander would reprimand his little female by sending her to fight the
Mantidae. She’d be dead before her feet touched the planet.

“I won’t take unnecessary risks.”

This attempt to reassure him was unsuccessful. She thought a
necessary risk was punching a heavily armed human guard.

But Rage had to accept it. He couldn’t control her while he
was on deployment, although he desperately wanted to. “Retrieve my body armor,
stubborn female.”

Thirteen planet rotations later, Joan remained alive, having
dodged several hallway attacks, been bumped into walls, punched, kicked,
bruised, but not seriously hurt.

She’d also gained Rage’s trust. Some of it. He wouldn’t
allow her to examine his central processors. The small gaps in footage
persisted deployment after deployment. But she’d earned the right to upgrade
his mechanics.

She surveyed her work, wanting the improvement to be
perfect. Any errors could cause his death and she’d used a nanocybotics
suppressor to make them permanent. His body couldn’t repair her mistakes. “How
does it feel, sir?”

Rage curled his fingers into fists. The action sent energy
surging through his arm circuits in a dazzling display of colored light. “I can
use my hand again.”

“You were only offline temporarily.” She examined his arm
one last time. “Your motion should be smoother, faster.” She closed the access
panel. The seam disappeared, blending into his skin. “Can you test it for me,
sir?”

Her cyborg completed a couple of arm curls, his biceps
bulging. She watched him, fascinated with the play of skin over muscle. His
strength made her hot.

Everything he did aroused her.

“It appears to be functioning.” He hooked his arm around her
waist and lifted her easily off the elevation platform.

“You’re powerful,” she murmured, her pussy moistening.

“You’re tiny.”

Only he thought so. Joan was a former agri lot worker with a
sturdy, stocky build. She grasped his shoulders. Her breasts pressed against
his chest. Her hips aligned with his abs. Her thighs cradled his erection.
She’d grown accustomed to her nudity.

Joan would never become used to his touch, the warmth of his
hands scorching her, sparking her inner fire. She’d sucked Rage off when he
returned from deployment, coming as his essence filled her stomach. His
presence remained inside her, never fading, perhaps because they never went a
planet rotation without a cum transfer.

She wiggled against his hardness. “Do you wish for me to
ease your pain, sir?” That was the excuse she clung to, the reason for touching
her cyborg inappropriately.

“I wish to test my fine motor skills, female.” He plunked
her bare ass on a horizontal support. “Spread your legs.”

Joan complied, trembling with anticipation.

“You’re wet for your cyborg.” He gazed at her pussy, his
eyes gleaming with approval.

“Yes, sir.” She was always wet for him.

Rage cupped her mons, dipping his fingertips into her
juices, and she jerked, the connection between them shocking yet right. He
rubbed her slowly, watching her face. She bit back a moan. His scarred coarse
hands on her body felt so good.

His gentleness with her contrasted vividly with the images
she’d viewed from his deployments. Her cyborg was a finely honed killing
machine, dispatching the alien enemy quickly, efficiently.

That didn’t bother her. Killing was in his design. She
didn’t blame a bovine for being a bovine or a predator for being a predator.
She wouldn’t bemoan his joy of fighting. It was who he was.

He might have been designed to fight and to breed. He hadn’t
been manufactured to seduce, to woo a female into giving him all of her. Yet
that was what he was doing with her, brushing his thumbs over her clit,
nuzzling his face against her neck.

She murmured, sharing all the naughty things she wanted them
to try and tilted her head to the side, giving him more access to her. Rage
took that offered terrain, mouthing along her skin. He smelled good, like
machine and male, her male. She slid her palms over his pecs, claiming his
body, covering him with her scent, her touch.

He rumbled, pushed two of his large fingers inside her
pussy. Yes. She arched her back. That was what she wanted—his erotic invasion.
He pumped her, pressing his fingertips along her inner walls, sending waves of
bliss over her form.

She licked his chest, his neck, his square chin, telling him
with her fingers, lips, words how much she wanted him, how only he could arouse
her like that. He tasted of elements-tested metal, of battle-worn warrior, of
endurance and survival, and she wanted more of him, all of him. “Rage, sir.”

He spread his fingers, stretching her. “Are you ready for
me, female?”

“Yes, sir.” She’d been ready for planet rotations, wanting,
needing this.

Rage searched her face as though doubting her claim. She
lifted her chin, met his gaze directly, allowing all of her certainty show.

He nodded, removed his fingers from her pussy, the wet
suction loud in the quiet chambers. Without breaking their eyelock, he sucked
his skin clean, his enjoyment as open as her desire.

“Turn over,” he ordered.

He wished to take her like an animal, like, she suspected,
he had taken the females in the breeding program. She didn’t want to be an
anonymous fuck. “I wish to look at your face, sir, when you breed with me.” She
wanted that connection with him.

Rage blinked once, twice, as though he was having difficulty
processing her request. “Why?”

Had none of the other females wished to look at him? Joan’s
heart twisted. “Because I serve only you, sir. I wish to have no other cyborg’s
cock inside me.”

“There will be no other cyborgs,” he roared, his eyes
blazing with emotion. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, sir.” She faced his fury without fear, his
passion thrilling her.

He huffed.

She waited.

“Open wider for me,” her possessive cyborg amended his
command.

She obeyed, a small smile curling her lips. He wedged his
hips between her thighs. His hard cock nudged her pussy lips, bumped against
her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her womb.

“Feed me into you.”

Joan curled her fingers around his base and guided him into
her entrance.

Fuck. He was large, much wider than his fingers. She pulled
tightly around him, pain edging her satisfaction. “Sir.” She struggled to
breathe as he sank deeper and deeper into her.

“You can take me, Joan.” Rage gripped her hips and adjusted
his angle of entry.

“I can, sir.” The use of her name comforted her. She wasn’t
simply a replaceable female. He knew who she was.

He worked his way into her, forging forward, retreating,
forging forward, retreating. The bloom of his cock head applied pressure
against her pussy walls. The scar on his shaft added unexpected stimulation,
offering a reminder of the warrior she had inside her.

Not that she would forget. She dug her fingernails into his
shoulders, this fullness unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He changed her
body with each foray deeper, forcing her to accommodate him, and she knew she’d
never be the same.

Finally her feminine folds pressed against his hairless base
and he stopped. “A cyborg’s cock is inside you, human.” His eyes glittered with
triumph, as though he’d scored a victory for his entire species.

He hadn’t. “Rage’s cock is inside my pussy, sir,” she dared
to counter. “I wouldn’t allow any other cyborg to fuck me.” She’d seen the
other cyborgs during deployment. None of them interested her sexually. Only he
had this effect on her.

“You won’t allow
any
male, cyborg or human or other,
to breed with you.” He pulled out to his tip and slammed back into her,
punishing her for a possibility she’d already rejected.

“No, sir,” she gasped, clung tighter to his shoulders. He
was possessive, her cyborg, demanding all of her attention.

And she was happy to give it to him. He pistoned in and out
of her pussy, his fucking breath-stealingly savage. She wrapped her legs around
his waist and rode his ferocity, panting with the effort.

As she learned his tempo, she rose up to meet it, their
bodies colliding, heat radiating from the points of contract. He didn’t use all
of his might, she knew. That would have destroyed her. But he gave her a taste,
rutting into her with vigor.

She’d feel him for planet rotations, perhaps forever, her
thighs already tender and her pussy lips throbbing. Her nipples slapped against
his unrelenting chest, adding a sting of pain.

Under his human-like skin, his frame was metal, not bone.
That difference was illustrated with every thrust. There was no give, no
illusion of softness. He was all hard male.

Joan loved it, crying “More, more, more” against his neck.
He didn’t vary his rhythm, refusing to give her what she asked for.

Fuck that. She pressed her heels into his clenched ass
cheeks, urging him to move faster.

He grunted, obeying, pulling her onto his shaft as he drove
forward.

“Shit. Yes,” she cried, bliss radiating from her core. Her
pussy juices splattered his hips, oozed over his ball. The scent of her musk
hung heavy in the air. Sweat covered her body, slicking his slide.

She thought fucking and breeding were the same thing, the
words interchangeable, one used by humans and one by cyborgs but this was
unlike any fucking she’d participated in the past. This was an entirely
different kind of sex, carnal, primal, brutal.