Seven
Vector was fighting a losing battle for self-control. Watching the killing of the Humanoid Alliance officers while not participating in it had aggravated the savage side of him. C Models were designed to end lives, not stand to the side as others fought.
The warriors’ admiration of his female had sparked his possessiveness. She was his. No one else should touch her, talk to her, look at her.
Kasia’s beauty, intelligence, and strength pushed him closer to the edge. She tasted sweet, smelled like freedom. Her eyes had deepened to the darkest brown. They called to him.
He had to resist his female, had to extend their encounter, make this breeding good for her.
Seeking to regain hold on the situation, on himself, Vector stretched her bound hands high above her head, draping her naked body over the console. “Don’t move.” He ran his hands over her neck, between her small breasts, along her stomach, exploring his female, learning the terrain.
She trembled, watching him through her eyelashes. Her form was slight curves and lean muscle, honed as though from the darkest stone, polished until the lights illuminated her skin.
Vector wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything. He’d inflicted the most horrible pain on himself to survive, had severed pieces of himself forever.
It had been worth it—for this, the ability to claim his female.
He untwined her legs from around his waist, lifted them to his shoulders, stroking his fingers along her outer thighs, around her kneecaps, under her calves. Her scent filled his nostrils, making him lightheaded with need.
“I’m removing your boots.” He gazed at her, looking for panic, for any signs of resistance.
She smiled at him. “I don’t need them. You won’t allow me to walk anywhere.”
The floor was unsafe and boots provided little protection. He’d discovered that on Furud One. Vector unfastened the clunky footwear, slipped them off her.
Her feet were perfect. He surveyed them and the tightness inside him loosened. There were no unsightly scars around her ankles. Her toes were the same shade as her legs. Both of her feet belonged to her.
And now they belonged to him. This gorgeous being was his.
He would control himself, show no weakness, not succumb to his savage nature. She deserved the best. He wasn’t that warrior, but while she belonged to him, he would attempt to be worthy of her.
He would please her.
Vector explored Kasia’s ankles, wiggled her toes, balled his fists into her arches, massaging them, drawing a moan from his female’s lips, that sexy sound making his balls ache. He placed her feet over his shoulders, spreading her open.
“Vector.” She wiggled, her slender curves jiggling enticingly.
“Stay still, female.” He’d restrain himself, make this first time good for her. Vector drifted his fingertips up the inside of her legs. She was decadently soft.
And wet. He moved forward, stroking her glistening pussy lips.
“If you want me to stay still, give me something to look at.” She lowered her head until it hung over the edge of the console, until she gazed upside down at the main viewscreen.
Vector wanted her to focus on him but that focus would demolish his meager restraint. He tapped the warship’s controls. An image of open space appeared on the main viewscreen.
“Yes.” Kasia undulated as he touched her. She was a sleek ship dancing on the wind, lithe, supple, female. “We’re flying, warrior.” Her husky voice coiled around him. “We’re free.”
Vector, for the first time in his long lifespan, felt truly free, unencumbered by all rules, all laws, including gravity. He watched her face as he caressed her pussy, learning how to navigate his female; how to lift her higher and higher until she cried out with pleasure; how to lower her passions when they grew too turbulent, threatening to throw them both into a tailspin.
His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply, inhaling her excitement. She smelled too good to resist. He licked her and she cried out, her spine bowing. Her taste tingled on his tongue.
He ate her out with fervor, laving her flesh, nibbling on her folds, delving into her tight little entrance. She panted, reaching out to the main viewscreen, trying to grasp the stars, her abs flexing.
The beauty of the moment would be seared into his processors for all time.
“Vector.” She wiggled, grinding her pussy against his face.
“Surrender to me, Kasia.” His voice was muffled by his female. “Trust your warrior.”
“Do.” Her lips parted. “Trust.”
Vector covered her clit with his mouth, pulling gently on that tiny bundle of nerves. She screamed, bucking upward, slamming herself against him.
He captured every drop of her, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, as she strained against him, glorious in her release.
Vector drew back, smacking his lips, the essence of her flavoring his mouth. His female sagged against the console.
“I trust you,” she murmured. “Though you don’t trust me.”
He shouldn’t trust her. She knew too much, kept too many secrets, took too many risks. But with her, he wasn’t the cautious warship captain. He was the primitive C Model, the warrior, and that being, recognizing her as his female, believed in her.
“I require your complete surrender.” Vector stripped his body armor off his body, craving the feel of her skin against his. He left his boots on.
“You’re built, cyborg.” Kasia’s eyes widened with appreciation. “And hard.” Her gaze lowered to his cock. “Give me that and you’ll have total capitulation.” She licked her lips.
His female would short-circuit his processors. He craved her that much. “I should already have total capitulation.” But he would give her his cock to ensure that was the truth.
Vector positioned himself between her legs. His hips pressed against her thighs, the combination of her delicate skin and her unyielding muscle thrilling him.
He brushed his tip over her wetness, branding himself with her scent, and a shudder of delight rolled through him. Millions of warriors sought to find their females. He’d been successful.
The cyborg council would try to take her away from him. He didn’t know how long he and Kasia had before that happened.
But they were together now. They would breed. She would be his.
Vector gripped her hips, holding his female in place, and slowly pushed into her. She squeezed his cock head with her inner walls, an embrace he felt down to his ankles.
Must. Make. It. Good. For. Her. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust, to come quickly.
Stress lines grooved his female’s mouth, the strain reflecting in her eyes.
“I’m damaging you.” He forced himself to pause, not wanting to hurt her more.
“It’s a good damage.” Her voice was thin. “Like the straps around my wrists, your sure grip on my hips, the heavy weight of you.” She raised her body, taking him deeper. “Pin me to the console, Vector. Own me.”
“I do own you.” Vector ventured farther, sinking into his female. Her exquisite heat surrounded him. “I will be the only male to touch you.”
Once he found release, she would be filled with his nanocybotics. She would never age, his nanocybotics repairing the damage time caused. She’d heal quickly.
Though not quickly enough if Furudian fire burrowers attacked.
He shoved that disturbing thought to the back of his processors.
After this encounter, Dissent and every other cyborg would know she belonged to him. Vector focused on that tantalizing fact. She’d smell of him and only him. His hold on her hips intensified as he resisted the temptation to immediately claim her.
“You’re the only male I want.” She met his gaze. “You make me wet, warrior.”
“I feel you, female.” Her warmth soaked his balls. He continued the slow slide, conquering more and more of her, physically declaring that territory as his.
She accepted that ownership of her, yielding to him. His base pressed against her feminine folds and he paused, fully engulfed by her.
A sense of satisfaction, of wholeness, fell over him. Vector closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He was complete, after many human lifespans of being only part of a warrior.
“You’re mine.” Gazing down at her, he embraced that truth. She was his. He would protect her, would battle Power and his brethren to keep her alive and by his side.
Kasia’s recklessness would have to be curbed also, to safeguard her. He touched the straps around her wrists. That task could be enjoyable.
“I’m yours.” His female wasn’t rebelling at the moment. Her eyelids were partially lowered and her cheeks were flushed. “For now.”
He frowned, withdrawing. “For always.” Vector thrust hard, shaking her form and she gasped. He was never letting her go.
Vector pulled back and drove forward, pulled back and drove forward, his rhythm steady, his pace slow…for a cyborg. Kasia rose up to meet his thrusts, her breasts firm, her nipples taut.
Vector bent over his female, licking up her chest, between her curves, tasting the salt of her skin, the unique flavor of her. She arched her spine, panting. The heels of her feet drummed against his back, a silent request for harder, faster.
He took her again and again, smacking his hips against hers, trying to subdue her, his control shredding more with every thrust. His savagery seemed to excite his daring female.
“Yes,” she called, banging her bound hands against the console. “More. Give it to me, Vector.”
If he gave her more, he’d damage her. “Careful.” Vector nipped her right breast with lip-covered teeth and she squeaked. “You’ll bruise your hands.”
“Need you. On Top. Of me.” Her breathing was ragged.
He lowered his body, pressing her against the console, and her inner walls constricted around him, her response telling. She liked having her movements restricted.
Vector clasped her shoulders, holding onto her, and he ravished his female harder. His chest rubbed against her nipples. Her form heated. Her eyes grew wild, her beautiful face framed by stars.
Frag. They truly were flying, He sealed his lips around her chin and sucked. She was molten metal underneath him, a vessel pushed to her limits, and she burned away the last of his control, leaving that part of him in ash.
His balls hugged his shaft. Pressure formed at the base of his spine. He was close but he would please her first. He had to. Couldn’t disappoint her.
“Vector.” She required more yet again. He heard that in her voice.
Vector swiveled his hips, rubbing against her clit, and she screamed, her inner walls clamping down on his cock. His vision system flashed. His processors capped.
He drove his hips forward and roared his release, cum jetting from his form. That nanocybotic-infused essence hit her flesh and the pitch of her scream ratcheted higher, her wail of surrender extending.
Kasia twisted and writhed, was unable to move far. He’d pinned her to the console, keeping her safe, not allowing her to escape him.
Vector came once, twice, three times, giving his female everything he had, and then he collapsed, flattening her form. She squawked a protest. He gathered the remnants of his energy and braced himself upward.
“Woo-wee.” She shook her head, as though trying to clear it. “The rumors are true. Once you go cyborg, you never go back.”
He frowned. “I’m not merely a cyborg, female. I’m your male.”
“After that fuck, you certainly are my male.” Kasia smiled up at him, her eyes dazed, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“That wasn’t fucking.” Vector clarified, their bodies remaining connected. “That was breeding.”
“Breeding.” She lowered her bound hands, gliding them down his chest, resting them on her flat stomach. “There’s little likelihood of that happening. It usually takes more than one fuck to make a baby.”
Kasia’s calculations were correct. The probability Vector had manufactured offspring with his female during this single breeding session was low.
But it wasn’t zero. Leveraging himself upward with his left arm, he placed his right palm over both of her smaller hands.
She would be even more beautiful during the manufacturing stage. Her stomach would round with offspring, his offspring.
That offspring wouldn’t care that his father wasn’t whole.
“We will have more than one fuck.” Vector would breed with her multiple times a planet rotation, increase their odds.
“You’re not the being who will decide that.” Kasia lifted her chin. “This is a temporary surrender.”
“This is a forever surrender.” He had to protect his female and their future offspring. Vector straightened, his cock slipping from the warmth of her pussy.
He gathered his female into his arms and stalked off the bridge, heading toward his private chambers. She would be secure there.
“I need clothing.” Kasia folded her lean physique, bringing her knees to her chest, attempting to conceal her bare body. “I’m not a cyborg like you are. I don’t feel comfortable walking around naked.”
“No one will see you naked.” Vector entered his chambers with her. “Only you would dare to enter my private space without my permission.” He set her carefully on the sleeping support.
She looked like she belonged there. His chest expanded.
“You don’t require these.” He removed the restraints around her wrists.
They had left a mark. He raised her hands, examining the skin. That was unacceptable. Vector licked her wrists, covering her with his healing nanocybotics.
“Is it time for that second fuck?” Her voice lowered. The scent of her arousal swirled around him, hardening his cock. “I’m up for that.”
He was up for that also. “Now isn’t the time.” Vector pressed his lips against her right palm and then her left, closing her fingers over his kisses. “Sleep.” Unlike cyborgs, humans required rest. “I’ll return for you and we’ll breed then.”
“You’ll return for me?” Kasia kneeled, her forehead furrowing with thought lines. “Nope. That’s not happening. I’m going with you.”
“You’re staying here.” He had to suppress the reckless side of her nature. For her own good. Vector walked to the far wall, opened the compartment hidden there. “There are nourishment bars.” He took five of them and placed them on a horizontal support. “The liquid in the cleansing chamber can be consumed.”
He’d retrieve containers of beverage from the battle station. She wouldn’t want for anything.
“I’m not hungry.” Kasia stood, magnificently naked, her bare feet flat on the floor. “And I’m not staying here.”
Vector picked her up and set her on the sleeping support.
“You’re a cyborg, a logical being.” She continued talking as though nothing had happened. “You must realize you require my assistance. The EMP programming change is ready to be implemented.”
“You won’t be involved with that implementation.” He strode to the control panel for the doors and instructed the system to deny any being other than himself the ability to exit the chambers, protecting that command with thousands of passwords.
His female was skilled. She would eventually override any security measures he put in place but doing that would take time. He should return before she was successful.
“You need me for the implementation.” Kasia slammed her fists down on her shapely hips. “Someone has to administer the EMPs, someone who is unaffected by them.”
He looked over his shoulder, meeting her glittering gaze. His little female was angry with him. She would have to grow accustomed to obeying orders. They were issued for her safety.
“You won’t be that someone.” They had over a thousand cyborgs on board the battle station. Temporarily losing the abilities of one extra warrior during each test wouldn’t be a hardship. “Restore your energy levels, female.”
Their next round of breeding would be vigorous. Vector strode out of the chambers, the doors closing behind him.
He already needed her.