Chapter Ten:

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Kat was lifted off her feet and trapped in a four-armed embrace. She struggled to turn around to see her attacker but her limbs were held firm. Familiar, white fingers ripped into her clothing as she was carried into a glass enclosure. The usual bright lights of the menagerie dimmed down to the same gloom of the rest of the ship.

“Four hands,” she struggled out, flailing like a fish against a hard chest, it burned her back and as she slowly stopped struggling, the outline of a very large erection pressed into her back.

“Keep moving, Kat, it feels good,” Dommik purred into her ear. “Remember I gave you a choice.”

His voice tickled her skin, causing goosebumps to form down her restrained arms. Her body flushed with anxiety.

“I thought…”

“You thought what?”

“I don’t know. I thought you didn’t want...” She shook her head while her focus was still on the anomaly of the extra pair of identical hands. And they were identical, down to the same creases and color. “You have four hands,” she announced lamely.

He loosened his grip, flexing all four of them in front of her. She reached out and touched them only to spring her fingers back.

“You can touch them,” he said, his lips still on her ear. Kat slipped her palms over the forearms that weren’t clothed, petting the smooth skin and testing it under her fingertips. Dommik’s extra limbs were harder than his normal arms, although she had yet to see or feel them under his suit. They were warm to her touch, straining with their own tight tissue but when she squeezed them, she felt metal directly underneath. Kat grabbed the wrist of one of his other limbs and squeezed to find muscle and tissue.

“So they’re not the same.” She faced him. His clothing was pried open and pulled tight to let his new arms free, Kat wanted to look under his Kevlar and leather to see where the new limbs came from but was hindered by cloth. “I didn’t know Cyborgs could change their form.”

“I’m different, a subsect, there’s a handful of us and the only similarities we share are our cybernetic make-up and our unique design.” He tilted his head. “Netto, for instance, has extra parts to help him swim and dive deep under water.”

Kat found two of his hands and brought them to her face. “What do your extra arms help you do?” His fingers elongated and shifted as she watched, transfixed until they didn’t resemble anything human anymore, but one giant jointed spear. All four of them were now long daggers, sharp and double-clawed. A weapon. A frightening one.

“They help me pin things down,” Dommik flexed them and trapped her against the enclosure. “They help me climb. The claws at the end secrete poison.” Kat held her breath as he leaned into her and whispered, “My teeth do too.”

She felt more than she heard metal transforming along her cheek. It pressed into her skin hot and just a little bit wet. It was the only place Dommik touched her and that small spot became a pinnacle; all of her focus was on whatever part of him pressed against her skin. What felt like a tongue glided over the bump of her ear. Hot and horrible.

Kat shut her eyes. Teeth, pointed teeth scraped down her jaw and over her neck, under her ear lobe, as his wet tongue followed suit. Her body shook with need.

It was exhausted; she was exhausted. Her mind was spinning and yet her core yearned to be touched and be filled by him. Kat wanted him inside her, at least a part of her wanted it so much that she throbbed.

Hair slipped over her arm as Dommik gnawed on her pulse with a mouth that had no lips.

“I want you, still.”

“I can smell it.” One of his hands turned back, cupped her sex and squeezed, she squirmed and clutched onto him. “I could smell it on the other side of the ship. How wet you are. How wet you are for me...” He began to knead and massage the area between her legs and the more he did it, the more her essence spread. His teeth stayed on her throat like a threat as he forced more out of her. “You chose this.”

He pressed her back against the glass as she dry humped his hand, the other three held her in place. Kat danced on him, sliding up and down. “I chose this.”

Cyborgs can’t get sick. Cyborgs can’t get sick. Cyborgs can’t get sick.

She stiffened. “Dommik, you can’t get sick, right?” she asked, as he continued to play with her. The side of her throat slippery with saliva, his tongue and teeth left her, and when he moved away to look at her, his face was familiar. A face that was darkened by the shadows and resembled a skull.“Cagley said you can’t sick.”

“My body would fight off and destroy any pathogens I don’t want in my system. I can only get viruses.”

“Viruses...like colds?”

“Computer viruses.”

“What about parasites?”

“Same as pathogens. Why?” he asked, with his hand still milking her into a slow-boiling frenzy. Kat put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

His lips remained stiff under hers and his hand faltered between her legs. It didn’t deter her and as she licked the hard line of his mouth and her teeth came out to nip at him, she feasted on the taste of it all.

Musk and man. Metal and mint. And she could have sworn a hint of sweat.

Kat pressed her body up into his until she was fully covered, working her way inside his open shirt. He couldn’t get sick and she held onto that truth with a building frenzy. And when his lips parted, when his control came back to him, when he turned back on to respond to her, she had decided not to let him go.

Dommik would be the only machine for her.

Her back hit the wall and was pushed up until he had her at the same height as him. She clawed at him, needing to be closer, needing to purge herself of everything.

Kat whimpered when he humped her stomach with his metal-like erection, pounding her body into the wall. Her mouth was filled with his tongue, thick and demanding, licking her all over while his fingers gripped her ass, groping it painfully. She was being used, consumed, and she was basking in it.

She didn’t want him to stop, ever, her mind wanted to stay within the brink of this moment. Dommik was losing his Cyborg control, no matter how hard he tried to keep it, and she wanted him to lose it because if he did, she couldn’t be embarrassed if she lost hers.

The sounds of thumps and groans echoed off the small space, soon followed by the rip and tearing sounds of her clothing. They were almost flesh to flesh, and Kat, wanting more tugged on the seams of his armored suit.

Her shirt was torn straight down the middle, his nails like blades as his mouth pulled away to look down at her chest. She panted and writhed as her legs hooked over his hips.

“Please don’t stop.” Kat wasn’t above begging, especially when he could snap her in half. “I want you so badly, it hurts.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

Dommik’s hands squeezed her breasts, pushing them together, pushing them up. He stared at the pumped up cleavage, blushed with freckles and sweat, and she did nothing but let him play. His thumbs found the tips of her nipples under the soft fabric of her bra and rubbed them, throwing her into an arching frenzy.

His erection grew and speared into her belly. She let her hand slide down his chest to cup him, finding his thick, mushroom tip pointing straight at her. Kat had never felt passion like this or such electric desire. Dommik was gigantic and her body wanted it all.

Her core ached with need, ached to be filled, and by damn...she was going to force her body to take all of him.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she mewed, glancing back up to his ghoulish face still bent down to hers. He tweaked her tits.

“Do you like this bra?”

Kat looked down at its faded blue design. “Why?”

Dommik tore the tiny clasp of fabric and it fell away. All of her clothing, besides her pants, hung limp at her shoulders. His hands cupped her again, leaving her nipples free to his gaze and to be rubbed by his thumbs.

“Beautiful, pink, and pert,” he murmured, caressing her areolas in slow circles. They prickled under his eyes and beaded further, his touch heated her skin until it wasn’t only her core that was soaked but her skin as well. Kat squeezed the head of his dick. “Are you ready?”

Ready for sex? “Yes,” she pressed herself into him.

They locked eyes as he gently moved her hand away and unclasped his pants, they sagged on his hips, and with her help, they fell to his feet. It was then she noticed his skin-tight underlayer was a full-body suit, a second skin that perfectly outlined every tense muscle and groove on him. She swore she saw the shadow of scars on his chest but couldn’t be sure in the low-light.

“Let me go so I can look at you...help you peel off this layer?” she asked, lifting up to place whisper kisses on his cheek.

“No need,” he groaned. He lifted her higher on the now-slick glass and adjusted his grip. “It’s made with the same nanoparticles in my body. It moves and releases when I need it too,” she held on as he jostled her. “I control it as well as I control my body.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to fuck your breasts.” His suit split open, catching her off-guard, revealing a powerful body beneath. A body built for war. A body built for sex.

A body beyond her imagination. One that could send her to her knees and beg for.

Her heart raced as she looked at him. Muscles upon muscles, scars, and violence dressed his frame. Kat couldn’t see much but what she did see scared her. She was an average human girl, but next to him, clinging to him she felt more like a doll.

Her feet couldn’t touch, hugging his hips. She squeezed and tried again. I can’t clasp them. Her nails bit into his shoulders. But what was even more intimidating was that he didn’t feel wholly human under her grip. There was no ‘give or take’ with Dommik, he was a force in his own right. And as his erection sprang free, ground between their belly’s, it wasn’t a man’s cock that poked her, but a Cyborgs, and it was metal encased in tissue.

Kat didn’t need to look at it to know that it was slightly curved upward and that, she swore, probably appeared more like one of his ‘dagger-claws,’ a fifth one to match his four arms.

She slipped down the glass, his hands back on her ass. “Press them together,” he stared at her freed nipples, hunger in his eyes. “I’ll hold you up.”

Kat shivered but followed his orders, letting her hands fall to her chest.

“Don’t drop me,” she whispered.

“Pinch them, I want to see you play with yourself,” he demanded. She pinched them, letting the tingles of heat flood her clit. “Pinch them as if I were doing it.” Kat continued with more fervor, letting her body succumb to his rough voice. It washed over her, like his hands, his heat, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She was burning alive, burning for him.

There was something about Dommik that she craved and as he watched her play with herself, it became clear that she had needed this. She needed him and for the first time felt cared for and not care by.

He moved her lower on the glass and angled her away. Her feet fell from his hip and down to grip his tense thighs. She felt safe, held up by his powerful hands, rounding her ass and the overall assurance that he exuded.

Kat pressed her breasts together as his heavy erection glided up her stomach and pierced her cleavage. The trail of precum fell hot and slick on her skin. Her ears were filled with grunts as his cock pushed her breasts apart, forcing himself into the space between them. She held on as the raw intensity skyrocketed and he rocked into her hard. It was devious, wrong, but felt oh so right.

Kat closed her eyes and gave into it. His speed increased into a frenzy. His use of her, savage. His cum perfumed the air and spread across her chest.

“You’ve been claimed.” A spurt of hot liquid hit the underside of her chin. It dripped down to coat her nipples. It made her freckles glisten.

Kat’s hands moved up to grab his shoulders, her nails broke his skin as he came on her again and again until she was sticky and wet. Dommik’s dick twitched with each release and continued as he laid her on the floor.

Her chest, her breasts raw and rubbed to perfection under his cock and through his eyes.

The blades of his metal fingers ripped off her jeans, taking her destroyed panties with it. She was primed, desperate for release, molten and ready at her apex. Kat smiled up at him and his still stiff cock. Dommik had stripped them both.

“You’ve been claimed too,” she giggled and sat up, reaching to handle him.