On their way back from Peru Vyken notified Cyborg Command about his findings at the production facility there. He couldn't reach the Chancellor for an interactive connection so he would have to wait for their orders. He also notified his brothers of his findings. They returned to the Enclave and slipped the dart into the landing bay of Starfire a little over an hour later.

The recon teams were still in the city ruins seeking refugees for the enclave, and the newbies were nearly finished moving the rest of the cyborgs in stasis to the cargo bay of the Starfire. There was time before he would hear back from Cyborg Command and before the recon teams returned to be alone with Danya. There were other things he could do, but nothing more pleasurable.

He didn’t tell her what he had in mind, but she figured it out quickly enough when he pressed her up against the door of his cabin and started pulling off her clothes as he kissed her hard and deep. She was bare from the waist up in seconds and breathless from the passion of Vyken’s kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he cupped her buttocks with his hands and raised her up to suck on her nipples, nipping and nuzzling her breasts between.

Vyken carried her into the bedroom with her arms and legs wrapped around him and laid her on the bed to finish stripping her clothes off then his own. The scent of her arousal teased his nostrils as he pulled off her boots and pants. She was ready for him and lay waiting to welcome him into her body, but her musk was too alluring for him to ignore. He lay on the bed, parting her thighs and her dark curls to swipe his tongue up her channel and over her clit.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop until Danya was screaming and writhing in ecstasy. Her knees were drawn up with her feet were flat on the bed, and her legs were parted as he knelt between them and bent to kiss her center, renewing her orgasm. He leaned over and caught himself on his forearms, sinking deep into her. She keened sound of carnal delight as he filled her and pressed his big body down on her, and she wrapped her arms around him.

He started a slow rhythm pumping in and out of her as he claimed her mouth dominating its inner recesses. When he was not kissing her, he was watching her face as he plunged into her faster and harder with her meeting him thrust for thrust. She ran her hands up and down his sides and his back, loving the feel of him in her and on driving her to the heights of erotic nirvana. Her mind and body were completely attuned to the joining as if in a universe where only they existed.

Danya felt her mind was full of Vyken high on endorphins from their joining. She was never sure whether she had many orgasms or one long one until he found release and roared as he spilled his nanite laden seed into her. Her mind shattered into shards of light. Her body trembled and quaked with wave after wave of ecstasy. The only coherent thought in her mind was Vyken. After her scream of sensual gratification, she murmured his name over and over, kissing and caressing him as she panted from the exertion.

As Vyken returned her kisses and caresses, he paused looking down into her face. He felt enthralled by her. A look or a simple touch was all it took to make him hard for her. It was somewhat disturbing that she had seemed to intrude into his mind like an obsession. He had gone years with only his own hand for sexual release. Now it was only hours between his cravings to mate her senseless.

In just a few days his attachment for Danya had grown exponentially. After so many years of duty and responsibility, he felt that he deserved to have pleasure in his life. Killing the enemy had brought him pleasure. Watching his friends die was as close to pain as his muted emotions allowed him to feel.

In the year since Vyken and his brothers had their emotions unmuted, he’d had them under control until Danya. He hardly wanted her out of his sight, and once he had her beneath him, Vyken was exceedingly reluctant to separate from her. Having his cock hugged deep inside Danya was only surpassed by pumping his seed inside her.

She was still panting from their carnal exertions, Vyken raised his full weight from her onto his elbows stroking her face with his fingers and kissing her lips intermittently. Once she was breathing easier, he reluctantly pulled out of her. Danya groaned plaintively as he did, but he moved off and turned her over to her forearms and knees to take her from behind. Within a second he was inside her again pounding into her tight opening. He held her hips to keep from pushing her over with the power of his thrusts.

Danya whimpered and keened her excruciating pleasure with each thrust massaging her G-spot. She could feel every inch him with each stroke as though he was pouring his love into her. Her muscles tightened, and her whole body trembled as he took her closer and closer to complete bliss. She let out a scream as the first wave of her orgasm clamped her inner walls around his member as he pushed into her. It only took second longer to take Vyken with her.

Each time he throbbed inside her she was racked with shudder after shudder of pleasure eliciting moans and sobs further enhanced by the nanites in his semen tickling inside her. When Vyken pulled out, she collapsed completely spent on the bed quivering with the aftershocks of an even more potent climax than the previous.

Vyken moved to her side and pulled her on to his lap and cradled her against him, tenderly kissing the top of her head. 

“Ah, Vyken. That was awesome!” she murmured snuggling against him.

“As you are, my Danya. I have never been as happy as I am with you in my arms,” he told her softly.  Then he stood, lifting her with him. “Let’s get into the shower so you can have a nap while I take care of some things.”

While he carried her into the shower, he signaled for a bed change. About twelve minutes later he laid her in bed and covered her with a light sheet. She closed her eyes and drift to sleep before his eyes.

He stood for a minute or two just watching her before he went to get fresh clothes to put on. Vyken realized he didn’t want to leave her. He’d spent his whole life adhering to his duties and responsibilities, defending the Federations sectors against the Mesaarkans. His life had never been his own, and it still wasn’t.

Vyken had never failed a mission before, and he didn’t plan to fail this one. But like the war, he didn’t know how long it would take to rescue the forgotten people in the city and tame the gangs back into a civilized society. He only accepted the mission because there weren’t that many cyborgs left with his leadership abilities that didn’t already have missions and the starship to do it.

Now he had eleven thousand cyborgs at his disposal if he needed them. With proper groundwork and training, he could groom them to finish what he was starting. Vyken initially didn’t want to stay on Earth. He wanted to go to Phantom and live a peaceful life, maybe make a family with Danya, but he was starting to rethink his priorities. He knew he should talk with Danya more about the future. Vyken had told her father what he wanted to do, but he hadn’t asked Danya what she wanted.

He quickly finished dressing and went to the landing bay where his recon teams were returning. Sending the female cyborgs with them had worked, except one had been shot four times with projectiles. Some of the others had been taken bullets as well. The wounds were serious, but not life-threatening.

All three teams came back with refugees wanting to join the Enclave, but every team had taken gunfire while patrolling the streets of old Chicago.

The way we’re trying to do this is not working. Matix told Vyken, Jolt, and Brekar. We tried it Jacob Black’s way, and we’re taking fire every time we go out. I say we break out the armor and go for the bad guys first. We came back with fifteen, twenty, and twenty-three. We need to root out the thugs, and then the decent people won’t be afraid to come out.

Is that how the rest of you feel as well? Vyken asked.

We do. Brekar responded. We need to take full companies and go street by street, building by building and root out the thugs. We need to alternate sections so that we are not predictable.

It’s practically a war zone out there, and they don’t need high tech to make those bullets they’re shooting at us. We can take them better than the naturals, but they still hurt. Jolt added.

We’ve got the armor fabrication unit, on board here. Jolt, and Brekar can show a couple of the newbies how to use it and size up the rest of them for armor. If we scan the buildings as we go along, root out the thugs, we’ll also root out the people who need to be in the Enclave.

I get why Jacob wanted us to go in looking friendly, but this is a war not simply a rescue mission as he sees it. Matix added. We need to fight it like a war and rescue as our secondary objective.

I will go explain the situation to Black. Vyken related. He probably won’t like it. He doesn’t like us because I get mixed messages from him every time I talk to him. His cool facade is just that. His heart rate and respirations tell me he’s hiding something and his body language tells me he doesn’t like me. He especially doesn’t like that I took Danya as my mate.

That’s between you and Danya. She chose you as well. Matix put in.

He thinks she doesn’t have good judgment. Black has no idea what our females mean to us. I will protect her with my life, and it won’t come cheaply either.

 

 

Vyken spent some time downloading from the newbies and relating information to them while waiting to hear back from Cyborg Command and for Danya to wake. It could take a while for the nanocybots to build up in her body and build her stamina. Decent food should help too.

Danya hadn’t been asleep that long and she was exhausted from mating so long and hard, but she had enjoyed it as much as he. He was going to take Danya to the Enclave to visit with her father while he was there if she were awake. It was just a short walk from the ship so she could go later if she wished.

Still waiting for word back from Command, Vyken decided to go to the Enclave and inform Jacob Black of their change in strategy.