Chapter Seventeen:

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She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, only that she had never been down these passageways before, had never been this deep into the ship. If someone had knocked her out and dropped her in one of the corridors blind, she would wake up thinking she was outside her quarters, that is, until the walls expanded twofold and the atmosphere became commercial.

A door popped open to her right, showing her the medbay. She peeked in to see the reader was still lying forgotten on the table. Kat made a note of it and continued.

The metal sheets, painted in pristine strips, glinted under the lowlights. The quality improved to make the crew’s quarters look primitive in comparison. Perfect symmetry. Perfectly boring. She glanced back to find the way behind her looked like her way forward. Don’t get turned around.

Dommik was going to find her, she was sure of it, but hopefully, she would find what he was hiding first. Over half the ship was off-limits and there could only be two reasons: he needed his space, or there was something he didn’t want her to see.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder, pushing her into the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The cold wall seeped into her cheek. “Exploring. I wanted to see what you allowed the Trentians to see...but not me.” Kat shivered. He spun her around to face him.

“I didn’t bring them here,” he hissed over her face. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble and I’m wondering if you’re worth it.”

Kat pressed her hands into his chest. “You know everything about me, all my dark and terrible secrets. I’ve let you inside my body, I’ve let you cum all over my chest and you still hide away. I trust you, Dommik, and I shouldn’t. I’ve wanted you the moment I saw you but the Space Lord…”

“What about him?” he growled. “Choose your words well.”

She looked away but he gripped her chin and tilted her head back. “He made me confused.”

“That’s all? Because that doesn’t explain your trespassing.” His frame blocked out the small amount of light.

“It was strange, almost compelling, and for a moment I really wanted to go with him. But then whatever juju he did vanished and I wanted to stay with you. He said some things,” she swallowed, “he congratulated me and I have no idea why. I saw my opportunity to reassert myself and took it.” Kat lifted her face. “I’m not sorry.”

“I have rules for a reason and if I wanted you on the upper decks, I’d allow it. But I don’t,” he stormed. “I have not and I will not have you disobey my word.” Kat winced as he took her arm and led her back to her jailed section and into the facility. He took the wristlet off her arm and crushed it in his fist. Bin-Three appeared at her side.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, hugging herself.

“You just said you weren’t. False-fucking-bravado. Bin-Three will be at your side at all times. If you need to leave this room only it can allow you to.” He turned away to leave her.

She surged forward to stop him. “Please, Dommik, I am sorry! I won’t go up there again. I just...”

“Reflect on how badly you want to live, Katalina, because you have an idiotic tendency to play with your life.” And then he was gone. “Even I can’t save you from some things,” his voice faded behind the door.

Kat looked around almost mystified that there weren’t a thousand rainbows anymore. She glanced at the closed walls far and deep, the giant glass, to an empty zoo of enclosures and beyond to the few plants and animals, they were safeguarding. The closed door to the roaches, now beyond her reach, and the androids who ignored her, lifeless and yet observant.

She rested her gaze on Bin-Three.

Maybe she had made a mistake, maybe even a few of them, but she couldn’t pinpoint one exact moment that changed her, considering there were a few of them.

But her mind wandered back to the upper decks. What’s up there?

She hadn’t seen anything off-putting, only the same series of doors over and over. If he was hiding something it was deeper in.

If the Trentians had seen something, it hadn’t bothered them. Kat reached to grab the key-chip in her pocket, only to realize it was still in her room. With a second glance around the vacuous, empty menagerie, she walked to the console room to work, only to find that the network connection had been disabled.

She was just a girl, just an assistant, just another person traveling through space. Her skills wouldn’t help her here.

She rested her head on her hands and waited.

Kat woke up sometime later. Her eyes cracked opened as a quiver ran down her body from the chill of the room. She lifted her head and winced, finding her neck tight and crooked, her arms red from leaning on them, and the groggy feeling of loss as sleep left her.

The light was dimmer than usual, lowered to accommodate that the day shift had ended. Bin-Three was a statue out of the corner of her eye. Kat stretched and stood up, turning to face her android guard.

She jerked and gasped as Dommik stepped out of the shadows instead, wearing nothing but a set of faded pants and his long, blue-black hair that fell over his chest. A stalker in the night. Her butt hit the table as he came upon her, his mouth hard and rough against her own. He caught her up against his chest as he set upon devouring her.

Kat was being eaten alive.

His heavy tongue thrust between her lips, demanding entrance. He licked her tongue, mimicking sex. Her body heated, readying for more, urged on by his thick bulge pressed into her stomach. Dommik jacked himself off with her entire frame.

The metal skeleton of his chest opened up, shifting and hot-as-hellfire to her skin, fraying her shirt off just as his second set of arms ripped it off her. Dommik leaned away to pull down her bra, thrusting her breasts up to his gaze, her nipples pert for his attention. Kat’s eyes drifted down to his concave torso, no longer in its human shape.

She reached out to explore the metal inside him, the wires and the cords, where organs should have been but were not, having been replaced by parts.

He pulled the rest of her clothes off, shredding them until she stood there trembling in nothing but her bra. She reached forward to release his shaft.

“No.” Dommik caught her hands and turned her around, he kicked her legs apart and bent her over the table. “What am I to do with my little fairy? She lost her wings along the way.”

Kat shivered despite the heat of his body, her core already wet and ready enough to feel her essence drip down her thighs. One of his hands scraped down her back, two held her in place, gripping her hips.

Something warm touched her sex. “What’re you doing!?”

It penetrated her, thin at first. A finger? Until it got thicker and wider. Curved and clawlike.

“Fairies don’t get to speak,” he snapped, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Goddamn, you’re ready for me.” He fucked his claw in and out of her, over and over, until it shifted inside of her, and left her at the mercy of two thick fingers pushing at her g-spot.

Kat arched her back and moaned into the hand clamped over her mouth, she stood on her tiptoes to relieve the pressure building inside. The hand on her back reached under to press into her pelvis, making her ready to explode. To squirm. To buckle.

“That’s it,” he said. She writhed under him, feeling him hook over her, his long hair tickling her back. “That’s how a fairy gets her wings back.” Her palms pressed into the table.

Kat screamed as she climaxed from his words.

Her body lit on fire as he forced his onslaught, pressing and pushing her, rounding her clit and pinching, milking every clench and moan from her soul.

And then his fingers were replaced by the sound of a rip and the hard rod of his dick. It conquered her. It destroyed her. It filled her to the brim and forced her submission.

The table shook beneath them as Dommik’s thrusting lifted her butt up into the air, his body a shell hunkered over her, breaking her contact to everything but him. The console crushed under his hand and pushed to the side. Sparks flew with every forced fuck.

Kat rode the waves of her Cyborg.

She was vaguely aware after her second explosive orgasm, that her essence wasn’t just her own anymore but a mixture of his seed and her priming. Her legs, the table, even the pads of her feet felt like they were slick with sex. Dommik kept cumming.

Kat moaned and let her control wilt to become his ragdoll. She pushed herself harder against him, taking her own pleasure.

She shrieked as another orgasmed was pulled from her just as she felt his body shift again. He changed while he fucked her. She braced as he pulled her to the floor and lifted her hips high up to display her core, her ass. Kat looked back to find a monster. Dommik thrust back into her as her eyes roved over his outline. She saw four legs, four legs instead of two.

He took her again as his limbs pinned around her, trapping her in a pistoning cage. She closed her eyes and held onto a set of his wrists above her head. The prickle of sharp teeth raked across the back of her neck.

I’m-I’m being fucked by a monster. A spider...

She came again and collapsed into the embrace of eight limbs and the smell of sex, metal, and Dommik.

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He nuzzled her neck, her hair, her skin and lost himself into her erotic scent. He couldn’t get enough of her. Dommik lifted her into his arms and pulled her close, relishing the feel of her soft body against his hard one. Kat looked up at him with hooded eyes, specks of green irises that could bring him to his knees, framed between long brown eyelashes.

She was everything he wanted, everything he had been searching for throughout the galaxies. His home, his world, his very life was held by her hands and by her words.

He had taken her like the beast he can be and saw the exact moment on her face when she realized the extent of the creature he was. And she had shattered from it.

Something roared in his head and drowned his heart. Katalina looked at him now with satiation and even a glint of mischief.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned, pleased.

“I’m sorry too.” She stared at him. “What’re you hiding in the ship?”

Dommik laughed, “Myself.” He shifted his second pair of legs back into him before she could get a real eyeful. To darkness could hide a lot but it couldn’t hide everything.

“I wish you would show me,” she made a point of looking at his body. “I’m not easily scared away.”

“Oh, I know, I’m not sure I could get rid of you even if I tried.” He looked at her and stilled, knowing he had to tell her.

You’re carrying my child. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. We can have children. Dommik lifted her into his arms and walked them to the lavatory where her bathed them. I bred you without you knowing…

He watched his seed trickle over her thighs and go down the drain.

After they dried off, he took her to her quarters, where he uncharacteristically joined her in the small, single-sized bed. Their limbs twisted with a giggle and a grunt before they settled in. The bed held.

Kat poked and caressed his skin. “I can’t find your seams. You’re perfectly smooth. It’s almost like you’re an entirely different person...er...Cyborg when you change.”

“I am. Were you scared?” he rubbed his chin over her wet curls.

“Startled, I don’t know, shocked maybe? With everything that’s happened, I’m pretty desensitized. I liked it. Seeing you like that. Have you shown yourself to others?”

“Yes, other Cyborgs, my doctors, men in the field. I usually worked alone, same with the others’ like me. We were designed as an afterthought,” he spat the word out. “A theory and a test, a corruption of DNA, honing the right mind to control two forms.”

“I don’t see you as a corruption,” she whispered into his neck.

“I’m a spider, Kat, you hate bugs.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“If you cut me open, test my blood, check my scans, you’ll find a myriad of spider genes attached to mine. I can even create my own poison.” Dommik waited for her response, waited for her body to stiffen next to his, he waited for the horror that people who didn’t know there were creations like him. The women soldiers on his ship tripping over themselves to run away from him, the men who felt like they had to target their commander with their guns, unsure for their lives. The first women he took to bed, knowing what he was, cried to him afterward because she had lost a bet. “I make people sick by just the thought of me.”

He felt her shrug and curl closer to him, Dommik couldn’t get closer to her if he tried.

“You don’t make me sick, you forced the sickness out of me, and demanded I move on. I’m trying.” He felt her hand move down to grip something on her thigh, only to stop and relax. “I can’t move on if I fear one bug for another. Will you show yourself to me someday? I’d like to see you. In the light, that is.”

“Someday,”

“I’d like that. Mia is going to be so mad when we deliver her the flower and you haven’t lost me.”

“Maybe. Get some sleep, tomorrow we’ll reach out destination but tonight I just want to hold you.” He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to keep her. His ears perked up at the soft sound of her breathing and his nostrils filled with their mutual scent. He felt perfection. Or the closest he had ever come to it in his long life.