Chapter Thirteen:

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“What?” Kat lifted away and looked at him with shock.

Dommik could count the number of times he had ever been disturbed, and that count didn’t go past his first hand. But that day did something to him that he couldn’t fully understand, it had changed him, evolved him beyond the physical restraints of his body. There were new parts, software and hardware updates, there was even new technology, like his body-suit, that upgraded him. They didn’t prepare him for Argo. And they didn’t prepare him for Kat.

He didn’t know why he felt compelled to tell her about it.

“There was no ground to be seen because it was covered up. And even within my ship, I could smell the stench, it was everywhere and it clung to everything. I was expecting a desert. Eventually, after several hours of flying over the dead, I gave up and landed amongst the waste. The ship popped the bloated things it landed on and settled in. So, after my vessel scanned the vicinity, it managed to find life amongst the dead, at least what remained and it was deep, and I mean deep underground.

I geared up and went out to investigate. It took some time but I managed to dig my way to the planet’s surface only to discover that the dead things had lived beneath the sands and the creatures on my radar were likely the same as the ones on the surface. I don’t know what happened but it drove the beasts from underground to die planetside.” Dommik reached for Kat again and brought her back against him.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“My job. I found a tunnel and went after the live ones.”

“How does this involve you needing me? You made it back.”

“I did.” Dommik sighed. “But it wasn’t that simple. I went down into the tunnel and the live ones began to move toward the surface. They started to move toward me as well and I was ready for it. I thought it was a lucky break on my part and managed to catch several of the small ones, young I assumed at the time; and as I was retreating back to my ship with the paralyzed beasts dragging behind me, the tunnel collapsed.”

“Oh my god.”

Dommik laughed. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He sobered up. “I was alive, partially crushed, for nearly a week and for a good portion of that time I was unconscious. I’m not sure how much you know about Cyborgs but we heal at an extremely fast rate and we can survive without food and water for months before our nanocells begin to fail. My body was healing itself around crushed metal and I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t estimate my time of death, and I so very much wanted to die. On the fifth day, I turned myself off and waited for it to happen.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

“I was hoping one of the beasts would open up a tunnel nearby or through me and the ones I had captured  perished long before they woke up.”

“So how did you get out?” He felt her body shiver against him.

“Remember those satellites and perimeter blockades I mentioned? Well, my override didn’t work and alerted the owner. It was the Cyborg who first uploaded the images of life out there to the network. He had come to dispose of me, of my ship, but ended up saving me instead. He tracked my signal down and we connected wirelessly. It took him two days to get me out. In exchange for letting me live and healing me, I had to keep the EPED from getting involved. I docked my ship to his and we left Argo together.”

Kat moved onto his lap and started kissing his jaw, light touches, just the barest hint of her lips that were dry but still soft and velvet. The parts inside him that wanted to shift into his other form became harder for him to keep under control. Dommik settled with letting her do what she wanted.

He continued, “I was out of commission for months and had my humanity off even longer. We stayed out in the fringes during that time so my ship couldn’t be tracked. I was off the grid, completely, for an entire season. And when my reports were filed through, they had already assumed my death.”

She stopped kissing and looked at him. “Why would they assume that? Did they even send someone out there to find you?”

“They didn’t, couldn’t, each mission costs them a significant amount of money and is queued far in advance.  Even if they jumped my rescue to the top of the list it would have taken them months to get there, at best. I have the best track record of any hunter in keeping communication with the EPED, so when I vanished they assumed the worst. Gunner of all Cyborgs was the only one who fought to go look for me. Keep kissing me,” he demanded, harsher than he intended.

She looked away from him, “Okay,” and leaned in, her mouth as light and airy as a butterfly. He flexed and grabbed her legs, pulling her firmly into his lap to straddle and sit on his hard-on.

“I know you want me.”

“Well, Cyborg, I know you want me too. Finish the story, what happened when you returned?”

“Shock, confusion for the most part and quite a bit of anger. I told them the planet was dead and couldn’t sustain life, that I had taken an injury and had recovered, and I would not tell them more. In return, they withheld payment for the mission and business went on as usual. They didn’t believe me, of course, but they couldn’t afford to lose me either. In retaliation, they have kept me on the easiest jobs since and close to Earth. And here you are, and here we are on my first mission since Argo, heading to a place they are probably hoping will get rid of you so they can put one of their own on this ship.”

Kat shook her head and stopped feathering kisses on him again. “I don’t understand,” she leaned back to find his eyes. “Why did you have to keep Argo a secret? Why does a dead planet matter so much? Did he...did the other Cyborg kill it?”

“He told me there was a disease there, something he came into contact with and he took it upon himself to keep it contained.”

“And you believed him?”

“Yes and even if I didn’t. I owed him a life debt. I owe him a lot more. He fixed me, metal frame and all. I can’t even begin to tell you how much money that would have cost him. All he asked for was silence and so I paid up.”

She looked at him, head canted and questioning with messy hair framing her heart-shaped face and lips pressed firm into a straight line. Dommik lost control when she parted her lips to speak. “No more questions,” he mumbled and kissed her. She swallowed her words with a moan and kissed him back.

He took her lips with a desperation he didn’t know was inside him, a need for her exotic, unknowable taste in his mouth, simmering and wild. She parted her velvet soft mouth under his and gave him access to take her as, burning, chaotic desire lit up between them. A wildfire, explosive and uncontrollable. Dommik needed her like this, always like this, and only ever for him.

Kat’s hands gripped his shirt and tore it as she dragged her hands down his chest, his abs, over his pelvis and found the cock she was currently sitting on. He didn’t stop her when she began to dance on him, rubbing him through his body-suit, with her fingers and her pussy.

Dommik grabbed her ass and thrust her against it. She gasped as he leveraged her above him and pulled down her pants, only letting her stand to rip them off all while she tore at his buckles, freeing him.

His dick sprang up, hard and thick, lusting to be sheathed by her, his little dripping-wet spitfire. With the light of the stars at her back, he could see her drenched panties and the sparkle of her essence at the crux of her thighs.

“I want to see you,” he groaned, trying to control the uncontrollable.

Dommik kept his hands on her skin, caressing her legs as she stood up and shimmied out of her underwear. He kicked them up with his boot and pocketed them. Her knees came down to straddle him again.

And with her pussy just above him, in line to be impaled by him, his little fairy opened herself before his gaze and up on display. One hand on his shoulder for support, the other spreading her folds as she leaned slightly back. “Do you like it?”

He had been with several women in his life, all bought under mutual agreement, all when he was first created and he couldn’t say anything about them, only faceless transactions, shadows in the dark and a minor reprieve to all the bloodshed and death. But Kat was different, alive, and blooming with supple curves, piercing eyes, and hair that was the embodiment of feral. Something that he didn’t know that he so desperately needed.

He was going to keep her. Dommik knew from the moment she walked onto his ship and amongst his cages, he was going to keep her.

“You’re beautiful.” His fingers replaced hers. “I’m going to play with you. You might want to hold on.”

She reached down and grabbed his cock, making him shudder. “I’m going to play with you too, then.” She began to massage his long length.

Dommik tensed, his legs strained as delicate, exploratory hands coaxed him from his thick mushroom tip to his base and lower to explore his balls. Beads of his precum sprouted from him to trail down his girth and catch over her delicate fingers.

He looked away and focused on her rosy clit, a delicious beacon, that made his girl jerk with each flick and pinch of his fingers, every twitch brought her wet opening closer to his cock. His thumb rubbed her bud with slow measured movements as the rest of his hands explored her slick folds and stroked her everywhere, everywhere but her entrance, rounding it over and over, working her into a frenzy.

“Do you ache?” he groaned.

“Yes but I don’t care!” she had stopped kneading his cock, and only gripped him now, lost in her own hell. “I feel so empty.” Kat tugged at him.

Dommik pierced her with his middle finger. “Is that better?” His thumb continued to rub her clit as he cupped her sex. She let go of him and grabbed his head, tearing at his hair and found his mouth to answer him with a fevered kiss.

“No,” Kat hissed into him.

He found her puckered g-spot and brought her to climax with a scream all over his hand. It was wet and glorious.

“How about now?” he teased as she writhed and rode out each spasm, crying out each time he pressed her tender flesh. She rode his hand like how he was about to make her ride his straining Cyborg cock.

When her second orgasm hit, clenching his lone finger, he let go and thrust her down on his waiting erection, taking every swollen inch she had to give. Dommik held her as her body pumped his. With only her moans spearing him on, he took her hips and moved her. He took in her every quiver, her every heartbeat, and kissed every inch of skin his mouth could reach.

He worshiped her as she succumbed to him.

And when her tired hands slowly lifted her shirt above her head to reveal her flushed breasts and perky nipples, he filled her with his seed. Kat’s thighs slapped his mid thrust. He held her over him until all of his seed was spent deep within her pussy. Until her deliciously pink sex strangled his cock and sucked every drop out of him.

Dommik was ready for round two but the urgency and the chaos ebbed into sated exhaustion. He took it for what it was and caressed her back as he held her. “You make me feel alive,” he whispered after a while.

She made his heart bleed.

“You just make me tired.”

Dommik laughed. “That’s all? No, I’m the best you’ve ever had? That I make you feel alive too? Give a man something to work with.”

He heard Kat scoff and snort. “Fine. You make my muscles ache too.”

“I can help with that.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled her off his lap, off his cock, buckling himself and picking her up. She mumbled protests but didn’t try to move away.

“Where are we going?”

“Medbay.”

She tensed in his arms.

What are you hiding from me?

He had told her one of his secrets, it was now for Kat to tell him one of hers.