Indulgence (93 page)

“You remain alive.” Joan gazed at her cyborg’s broad
shoulders, massive biceps, delineated abs. “C345925 could be alive also.”

“Who did you kill during the attack, female? Some of your own
kind?”

“No, I didn’t kill a human then.” Though she should have.
Death by gunfire might have been less painful than being torn to pieces. “I
shot some Mantidae. I don’t know if I killed them.”

“You didn’t. They’re difficult to kill.”

“Oh.” Her relief was mixed with sadness. The Mantidae killed
her parents, her younger sisters. But the aliens’ deaths had also weighed on
her.

“When did you kill your own kind?” Rage was relentless with
his questioning.

“I was in the service tunnels, making a repair to a valve,
and a male grabbed me from behind.” She chose her most recent kill. “I fought.
He toppled into a deep shaft. I didn’t stay to confirm his death but no one
could have survived that fall.” She never found out who he was. She didn’t want
to know.

“Did you enjoy killing him?”

She stared at him. What kind of question was that? “No being
enjoys killing, sir.”

“I do.” Rage’s eyes blazed. “You have proven you can kill to
defend yourself.” He removed a small dagger from his stash of weapons, placed
it on a horizontal support. “You will carry this whenever you leave these
chambers. If you’re attacked again, you’ll use it.”

Joan stared at him. “Why are you giving me a weapon?”

“So you can more easily defend yourself.” He looked at her
as though that should have been obvious.

That wasn’t what she was asking. “Do you care what happens
to me, sir?”

His eyebrows lowered. “You belong to me, Joan. No one else
will kill you.”

He said her name. He saw her as an individual, not some
generic female. A lightness filled her. “Thank you, sir.”

Rage grunted and strode to the uploading dock. “We’ll upload
the images from the previous deployment now. Kneel by my feet and remain
still.”

He wanted her by his side. She hurried to obey his orders,
to please him.

She was in pain.

His little female knelt in front of him, her eyes closed.
She’d fallen asleep within moments. Rage suspected, from the state of their
chambers, she’d spent the deployment working, not resting as she should have.

Then the dreams started. Her lush body twitched.
Cable-twisting whimpers came from her throat. He’d pushed her to remember her
past and now, she evidently envisioned the attack on her beloved agri lot.

The names she called were those of her friends and her
siblings. Rage recognized them from the constant stream of words she’d
inflicted upon him. She talked of death and terror, of waiting to die, wishing
she’d been first.

Frag that nonsense. She was a survivor as he was. She took
the worst the worlds could throw at her and soldiered on.

Not happily, not without scars as emotionally deep as the
physical ones on his body. Shudders shook her form as she relived that planet
rotation, sharing every moment with him, every fear, every hurt.

Everything his female thought escaped her mouth. Last planet
rotation, he’d considered the flow of information refreshing. Much of his
lifespan had been spent in silence. Now, he considered it a new form of
torture.

He wished he could dismiss it as an act, as a ploy for
sympathy, but Joan wouldn’t lie in her sleep. She might be seeking to harm him,
to hurt all cyborgs. That could remain a possibility. But her past agony was
real.

And he couldn’t allow it to continue. She’d defended him
against the humans. He’d defend her against her memories.

Rage bent over and brushed the soft curls away from his
little engineer’s beautiful face. The tendrils coiled around his fingers,
embracing him, strands of red interwoven with the brown. Even her hair knew she
belonged to him.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. She sighed, calming,
leaning into his touch. He licked her skin, tasting her salt and unique female
flavor, allowing his nanocybotics to do what they do best—fix broken beings.

Joan’s lips curled into a sweet smile, her skin glowing.
“Rage,” she breathed his name.

His big cyborg heart stopped for one beat and then resumed,
the malfunction alarming him. Unaware of his response, she murmured gibberish
about pleasing him and not being alone.

That caused a warmth to spread across his chest. Rage
straightened, shaken.

This was her fault. She was dangerous and cunning and she
didn’t react to him as she should. None of the other females behaved this way.
His nanocybotics healed their wounds but didn’t arouse them.

All of those previous breedings had been arranged by the
Humanoid Alliance. The females didn’t voluntarily open their thighs to him.
They had to be artificially lust-struck by drugs before they allowed him to
touch them.

It defied logic that his little engineer, loyal to the same
Humanoid Alliance, would be different. His processors told him that couldn’t be
true. His heart, however, said she was his, his to protect, his to breed with.

She crept closer to him and straddled his left leg, pressing
her wet pussy against his skin, branding him with her musky scent. She, a human
female, was claiming him, a cyborg. Not a newer model cyborg, either, with
their human appearance and speech patterns. He was a C model, primitive, more
machine than human.

He didn’t know how to incorporate that input.

Other inputs didn’t compute.

Why would she use a pain inhibitor on him? He hadn’t known
there was such a treatment. She could have forgone it and he wouldn’t have
noticed.

She hadn’t repaired the wrist and ankle restraints. All
equipment was to be kept in top working order. That was standard Humanoid
Alliance protocol. Instead, his little engineer had removed the cuffs
completely from the uploading dock. Why?

Why wouldn’t she share the details of her attack? Rage
remembered the marks on her face and breasts and a righteous anger filled him.

She could have gained his sympathy with that story. No one
touched what was his. Yet she irritatingly didn’t share the details, didn’t
identify her attacker, and he’d been unable to. There had been no skin-on-skin
contact. The smell was too muted to link to a specific human.

He had given her a weapon, possibly to use against him. That
could have been an error in logic. But he couldn’t defend her while he was on
deployment and he wouldn’t allow any other being to hurt her.

He gazed down at her. She rubbed her breasts against his
leg, back and forth, back and forth, whispering about how good it felt, how
strong he was.

Confused and frustrated, with more questions than answers,
Rage tolerated her touching, hyperaware of every brush of her skin against his.
His little female required additional rest and then he’d put her constantly
moving mouth to better use.

*****

Rage waited until his processors threatened to overload and
his ball was on the edge of exploding. Then he nudged her with his foot.

“What? Where?” She jolted upright. “Is it time for
deployment, sir?” He liked that his female gazed up at him for direction, that
she gave control over her timetable to him.

“It’s time for you to suck your cyborg off.” Rage pushed his
hips forward, presenting his cock to her, half expecting her to reject him, to
hurt him in that way.

“I’ll please you, sir.” His female beamed, her enthusiasm
gratifying. “You won’t regret this.” She sprinkled kisses along his legs, laved
his scars with her pink tongue, sending surges of pleasure upward.

Rage watched her with an almost obsessive fascination, the
contrast of her pretty face against his marred gray skin exciting him. She was
small and round. He was large and unrelenting. She swirled her tongue over a
circular entry wound on his right thigh and his cock bobbed, anticipating that
tender touch on his tip.

“You want me.” He smelled her arousal, the scent filling his
nostrils.

“I shouldn’t, sir.” She nibbled on his raised skin and at
his control. “You’re my cyborg, my superior.” She avoided his gaze.

“But you do.” He pushed for the answer he needed. “You want
to mount me, to take my cyborg cock into your human pussy.”

Her cheeks heated against him. “I do, sir.” She traced the
indent under his metal-reinforced hipbone with her lips, teasing him. “It isn’t
logical.”

“It isn’t,” he agreed. Neither was his need for her mouth on
his shaft. There was zero possibility of creating offspring. The only purpose
was his pleasure.

She nuzzled against his sac, nipping and pulling at his
skin, and his fingers twitched. He wanted to touch her, to hold her against
him, yet he hesitated, knowing if he did, he’d lose himself in this, in her.

Was that what she wanted, what she waited for?

“Female.”

“Yes, sir?” Joan gazed up at him, her eyes bleary with desire.
No. She was as far gone as he was. His little engineer had no plans except
pleasing him.

“Lick me,” he ordered, seeking to take back control of the
encounter.

She stuck out her dainty little tongue and swept it over
him, from base to tip. He shuddered, defenseless under her erotic assault. She
licked him again and again, wetting him, rendering his logic powerless, leaving
him in the grip of his turbulent emotions.

She nipped at his rim and he folded his fingers into fists.
“Stop playing with me.” He couldn’t disguise the need in his voice. “Suck me
into your hot mouth.”

Joan pushed her pink lips over his tip, the pressure
exquisite, and she slowly sank down, down, down on him. She was wet, warm,
undeniably female, and it took everything Rage had not to come instantly, not
to shoot his seed down her throat.

He’d mark her. Soon.

But not now. He’d prolong his bliss, make this encounter
last, because he didn’t know if it would be their final one, if she’d ever
touch him again.

Joan stopped short of his base and huffed, air skimming over
his shaft. Was she disappointed that she couldn’t take him completely? That was
an impossible goal. He was a C model cyborg, designed to be large all over.

Her slender fingers curled around his base, covering his
remaining shaft and Rage looked downward with passion and pride. She was a
clever being, his female, improvising. And she was talented with her tongue.
She tapped him, a gentle rhythm causing a constant barrage of sensations,
heightening the experience.

She withdrew as leisurely as she took him, in no rush to
finish him. The other females tolerated his cock in their pussies. Joan savored
him, embracing him with her mouth, her eyelids partially lowered, her
expression euphoric. Rage didn’t know what to do with her response, how to deal
with the pleasure she gave him.

She bobbed over him, taking him deep and pulling back,
taking him deep and pulling back, breeding with him using her lips, mouth,
hands. He couldn’t remain still. Commanded by her touch, his body moved, swaying
toward her.

Then he realized what he was doing.

Fraggin’ hole. His female had enthralled him. Seeking to
reestablish his dominance, he thrust harder, deeper into her mouth. She drew
away from him.

“Behave, female.” He threaded his fingers through her soft
curls and held her still, forcing her to take his cock. “Serve your cyborg.”

She struggled for a couple of moments, squirming and
spluttering. Rage maintained his punishing pace until she quieted, until she
docilely accepted his invasion, and then he slowed, his need to regain control
appeased.

“I’m your master.” He drove into her mouth. She realized
that now, he thought smugly. There would be no more acts of sexual aggression
toward him. He would give and she would receive.

She excelled at receiving, his little human sucking on him,
her full cheeks indenting around his shaft. He’d never seen anything as
beautiful as her lips wrapped around his shaft.

Rage ravished her mouth. She gripped his hips, holding onto
him, her blunt short fingernails digging into his skin. With every drive
forward, his lone ball smacked against her chin, the pain escalating his joy.
With every withdrawal, she inhaled harder, as though she wanted to keep him
inside her.

He wouldn’t leave her mouth, not until he came. She felt too
good. Rage twisted his fingers into her hair. She was made for him, for this,
taking a cyborg’s cock.

Not any cock. His. He moved quicker, grunting like the
animal he was, pressure forming at the base of his spine, between his balls,
phantom and real. He would be the last male she pleasured. He’d guard her well,
make certain of that.

She swallowed, her mouth convulsing around him, massaging
his shaft, and he jerked, the intensity too much. “Joan,” he warned. If she did
that again, he’d—

She swallowed once more.

“Joan,” he bellowed, thrusting hard. Cum spurted from his
cock in violent pulses. His little human took all of him, greedily milking him
as though he was one of those bovines she always talked about.

His nanocybotics must have hit her stomach. Her lips
suddenly vibrated around him in a silent scream, her eyes widening. She shook,
the rhythm of her movements matching the energy fluctuations battering his
processors.

Throughout her wild release, Joan didn’t let go of his cock,
sucking madly on his tip. She drained him of everything, all of his rage, all
of his thoughts.

That should have left him weak. Instead, he felt strong,
invincible, his entire form throbbing with power.

Rage gripped the top of Joan’s head and closed his eyes,
focusing on the ecstasy she’d given him, the rare bliss in a lifespan of pain.
He’d kill to keep this feeling, to have this every planet rotation, the thought
of losing it, losing her unfathomable.