Her Cyborg Awakes (Diaspora Worlds) (6 page)

“Do you see it? Like I do—burn ratios in red,
clearance distance in blue?”

He shook his head. “No. I would if I still had the
temple appliance. Now it is more like a knowing, a thought.”

“Why did you take that off? Not that I mind.”

He gave her an arch look. “I did it for you, baby.
To dazzle you with my manly good looks.”

She giggled. “No, really.”

He shrugged. “I figured it might have a kill
function. Why take the chance?”

“Oh.” What if he’d died? She swallowed hard. “Do
you think it is safe to keep those?” She waved her hand, indicating his arm and
thigh appliances.

“I think so. They are different than the temple
piece. These are some type of new technology, very sophisticated. I want to
show them to my father.”

“Your father?”

“He’s a scientist, very brilliant.”

He couldn’t help it, he yawned. Sleeping near the
lights of the console wasn’t ideal. Plus thoughts of Sara often kept him awake.
Sabra noticed his yawn.”I didn’t sleep well.” He waved a hand at the console.
“The lights.”

 “We could take turns with the stateroom.”
Sabralia bit her lower lip. She wanted more than to share the stateroom. Being
constant companions with him every day, she wanted his touch. Now that she was
no longer afraid of him, she craved his time and attention, and alone in her
bed at night, she relived the bathing pool, except instead of the cyborg, Qy,
she was bathed by Kaistril, the warrior.

Did she dare? They were only fourteen days from
Katherine Hub, and soon they would go their separate ways. She would follow him
to New Prague because she really had nowhere else to go. If Sirn was alive, her
homeworld wouldn’t be a safe place for her.

Kaistril would go back to his Tier. She suspected
he was a high-ranking officer, perhaps a commander in the military. He would
join his Tier and fight to keep his world free.

He wanted her, she knew. Sometimes they brushed
against each other at the control com, and a few times she saw the hard ridge
of his erection under the spacer knits. Sometimes a brief touch would empty
both their minds of thought and they would just stare at each other for a
moment, breathing in anticipation…but neither of them made a move.

“Sleep with me in the stateroom, Kaistril.” Her
voice was soft.

Kaistril’s shoulders tightened and his body froze.
Then he whirled up and out of the com chair so fast she felt dizzy. He came
very close, so close she had to look up, so close she could feel the heat of
his body and it made her skin tingle in awareness.

“Sooner than we know, we will be in New Prague. We
may never see each other again. I will return to my warriors and fight for our
freedom, while you will settle in some safe place, where you will no doubt
marry and produce many pretty babies.”

His hand trailed up her neck and traced the
crevice of her lips. “Once I rejoin my Tier, I will not have time to be with a
woman for many long days…and they won’t be sweet and soft, like you.”

Years of wanting her cyborg to be a man, not a
cyborg, made her weak. He was a man—more aggressive than she’d ever imagined,
but still a man. Real. Sabralia sagged against him, pressing her breasts
against his hard chest.

“I should leave you alone,” he whispered close to
her lips. She slid her hands up his hard chest, then around his neck.

“I may still be married to Sirn,” she whispered.

“You will never go back to that marriage. I will
see it is ended in accordance with New Prague law. But…are you sure?”

She pulled his head down and pressed her lips to
his, trembling with the knowledge that she was going to be so intimate with
Kaistril, that it would be real, not a lonely woman’s dream.

Kaistril’s kiss was nothing like Qy’s kisses. This
was an invasion, hard, insistent, deep. Electrical. Steel strong arms captured
her tight, one hand cupped her head. His tongue was demanding, but still a velvet
caress. So different from the kiss of a cyborg. So much better. She met his
tongue with her own, shivering with delight and shock.

Kaistril picked her up with an easy swing and took
her to the bedroom, where he let her body slide slowly to the floor in front of
the bed. He fell with her to the soft bed, drawing her tight to his side, the
length of his body molded against hers. His hand gently stroked her hair and
face, then slid around her neck, massaging gently, just the way she liked. One
large hand cupped her breast, and she drew in a breath at the tingling
pleasure.

“I remember my mistress who slept naked in my
arms, the round naked flesh glistening as I bathed her, the long hours of deep
kisses.” He leaned back. “As a cyborg, I did not know what the cleansing spray
was all about, here.” He drew a finger between her legs, right over her clit,
and she jumped.

“But now I am a man again. I know. Those memories
will not be my torment.” His face came very close and he gripped her head with
two hands. “We will sate each other, put those longings to rest…” His voice was
a husky whisper against her lips. The kiss deepened, and he slid onto her so
they lay full length together.

He pulled away from her lips and his hot breath
brushed her neck. “And you will for once know what it is like to be with a man,
not a selfish Emperor or an ignorant cyborg. I will pleasure you, and you will
not have to tell me what to do, only if you like it.” Kaistril’s low, raspy
voice went straight to her core, both electrifying and melting her.

He maneuvered her shirt off and leaned over,
aggressive, overwhelming, and his hungry mouth devoured a nipple. “You do not
have to school me in what to do. I probably know more what needs to be done in
this situation than you do, little queen.”

His wet tongue flicked and rubbed her nipple. She
moaned softly, shocked at the pleasure. He did it again, large, hard hands
cupping her while his lips and tongue feasted on her nipples.

“Your breasts are so lovely. I have dreamed of
tasting them as a man.”

He pulled his mouth away, grabbed one of her
hands, and moved it to his crotch, pressing it to his rock hard erection under
the thin knits. “This is another thing you don’t need to command into being.”

“Q-Qy—” She gasped.

“—Kaistril,” he growled, crushing his lips against
hers. The kiss ran like lightning through her veins, and she kissed him back,
winding her hands in his felt-like locks. He raised his head and she dragged in
a breath. His eyes shimmered with pleasure and lust, his lips curved into a
slight smile. He was more beautiful than in any of her imaginings.

“I’m weak and useless. Not a warrior woman like
you enjoy.” Sabralia voiced her confusion. And then she felt awful, so sad.
Tears welled into her eyes. “I was never trained to do anything. I was married
to Sirn before my schooling was done.”

Her lack of knowledge or skills for life outside
the harem was a heavy weight on her mind.

“Ahh, sweet one. You are soft and gentle. The
military women of my world like to fight and tussle before they bed a man, but
you are not like that. There is no harm in you, and I would never need to sleep
with my weapon near, with you in my bed. And that pleases me.”

His finger caressed her lips, and his mouth gently
kissed away her tears. She couldn’t look away from his eyes that looked so deep
into her own. She felt open and vulnerable. He knew her so well, but she didn’t
know him at all.

“Do you know that we warriors fight to protect
women like you? Women who raise the children, oversee the communities and
homesteads, make our lives warm and joyful, who are kind even to a brain-dead
cyborg.” Sabralia could barely breathe. Qy—Kaistril—wanted to make love to her.
He thought she was a worthy person, despite her lack of skills.Like she’d
dreamed about for so long.

“Kiss me like you did when I was a cyborg,” he
entreated, brushing his lips against hers, and at that moment she realized that
there was vulnerability under his warrior’s exterior. She tangled her hands
into his hair and pulled him close until she could trace his full lips with her
tongue. He quickly opened his mouth and groaned deep in his throat when she
sucked his tongue, as he thrust his in and out, her mind spinning. He was her
anchor, she gripped his shoulders tight.

“This reminds me of something.” Kaistril’s eyes
twinkled at her. He pulled at her leggings, then stood and ripped off his
clothes.

She swallowed. She’d seen him naked before, many
times. His body was perfect—defined abs and thigh muscles, broad shoulders,
narrow hips. She’d never seen him erect. But now his cock seemed to strain
toward her, an aggressive red, the head plump and round, moist at the slit.

“These need to come off.” Kaistril pulled off her
boots and leggings.

Exposed in her bareness, Sabralia slid a hand to
cover herself. Qy the cyborg never really noticed if she was naked or clothed,
but Kaistril’s gaze was intense.

“How long was I your lady’s maid?” His voice was
husky.

“Two years, almost three.” Her voice was breathy.

“Three years. I must have seen you naked a hundred
times.”

“Daily. You bathed me daily.” Her boots and
leggings fell to the floor.

“Yes, hundreds of times.” His voice had a raspy
quality to it that made a shiver run through her. With quick, strong hands, he
pulled her legs up and out exposing her. Instinctively, her hands moved to
cover her most intimate parts, but his hands held hers away.

“Ah, ah now. This is something the cyborg never
got to see. I plan to look my fill.” He kneeled down before her and she
swallowed, barely able to breathe.

Embarrassment made her tighten her legs, ready to
slam them back together.

Kaistril looked up at her and grinned broadly. He
smoothed hot, strong hands along her thighs, up to her bottom, where he
massaged her, deeply. “Now, don’t be shy. You must know I find you lovely.”

His eyes focused on her exposed flesh. “Glistening
petals. You are wet for me.” One long finger made a line through her curls,
over her clit, and then pressed deep inside. He withdrew his finger and tugged
gently on her small labia. “I think I should call you Petal.”

He leaned closer and breathed deep of her essence.
“The flower is sweet. I wonder how you taste.”

She whimpered, feeling more moisture gliding, then
his tongue did a long, slow lick from her wet pool, up to her clit. His finger
spread her plump lips, and his lips gently nibbled the small, delicate inner
petals.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Sabralia twined her
finger into his locks, to keep him close. Her legs trembled with the sweetness
of his touch.

His mouth latched onto her clit, and suctioned.
She flew apart, with a gasping cry she didn’t recognize as her own, shattering
into sparkling pleasure.

Kaistril immediately flowed up her body, one heavy
thigh pinning her to the bed, hands gliding everywhere, cupping her breasts.
His breath was hot and fast as he nuzzled her neck.“I’m not much like Qy, am
I?”

“No.”

“Do you miss him?”

“He…I was comfortable with you. Him.”

 “But you never rode him, you never had him make
you come, except with the bathing sprayer.”

“No.”

“I think I know why.” He breathed between kisses
that were slowly moving toward her breasts.

“Why?” she asked. She couldn’t think why. Her
pussy still throbbed with pleasure, her breasts strained for his touch.

“I think you didn’t want to ride a passive cock.
Not a bot you had to school in every move. I think you wanted a warrior between
your thighs.” His mouth latched onto a nipple in a fevered caress that soon had
her moaning. His leg was between her, and she wrapped both hers around his hips
as he continued to lick and rub her nipples. One hand pushed between her legs.
One finger found her clit. His touch was firm, but so slow. She wiggled against
him impatiently, but still he caressed her slow, pausing at her pussy for a
moment.

“Kaistril,” she moaned as he left her clit again,
finger pressing deep.

“Is this what you want, little queen?” His voice
was ragged. Then he was on top of her, and his cock pressed into her so quickly
she lost her breath. She was stretched to accommodate his girth, but the
stretching was delicious, not painful, filling her in a way that was so right
and necessary she wondered how she’d lived without it.

He pulled out in such a way that his wet cock slid
over her clit, then plunged back in, almost too rough, pushing her higher, then
back up against her clit. The intensity of pleasure nearly took her breath
away, and she gasped for air.

He surged deep, hard, over and over until she came
in a glorious rush, crying out and clutching him tight with her legs and her
pussy. With a hoarse cry, he rammed into her, and she felt the wash of his come
fill her.

“Are you all right?” Kaistril asked after, his
tone husky. “I got a little wild there toward the end.” His eyes searched her
face.

“It was wonderful. I didn’t know it could be like
that,” she whispered, feeling suddenly shy. She buried her face against the
curve of his neck, breathing deep of his masculine scent and gliding a hand
through his felt locks, which still somehow felt silky.

“Are you tired?”

She giggled. “No. I slept fine.”

Kaistril took a deep breath, his chest pressing
tight to her breasts. He breathed out audibly. “Good. Because I would really
like to do that again.”

Sabralia ran her lips over his shoulder, reveling
in his smooth, muscled form.

“Of course we can do that again. I loved it.”

Kaistril rolled her onto her back and wedged his
knees between her legs. His thick cock slid slowly between her swollen slick
lips. “I mean, do it again right now.”

A rush of heat swept through her and she clasped
her legs around his slim hips. Sabralia met his eyes, which were dark, intense.