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Rylie waited for him to answer.

Her eyes roved over the straining muscles of his chest and the bulging ones of his arms. His wounds were white and healing—a stark contrast against his blue skin.

“I want to kiss you,” she whispered and hoped.

The air was thick between them, making it harder to breathe. It was pervasive. The hands on her back and leg twitched and yet she couldn't tear her gaze away from his mouth.

“Then kiss me,” his voice low and authoritative. It made her body flush.

“I want to do more than kiss you,” she added quickly, leaning in before he could respond. Netto didn't move as she pressed her lips to his, he didn’t push her away.

It was softer and sweeter than their first kiss. She kissed his bottom lip; it was thick and soft between her own and she couldn't help but nip it between her teeth. It tasted of salt and something more that she couldn't describe, possibly metal forged-in-fire or well-used machinery. It was Netto and she became addicted.

Rylie moved in his lap until she straddled him, rising up onto her knees so she could get closer to his face. As she continued to brush her lips against his, her hands slid up his arms and over the long length of his shoulders to cup his neck.

Netto remained still beneath her except for his hands, which settled on her hips. She wanted to move on top of his groin and she knew he wanted to press her there, but neither of them took that next step.

He was taut, the muscles in his thighs hardened, his biceps expanded. The restrained power he radiated should’ve concerned her, should’ve slowed her down, but she didn’t want to stop. Rylie wanted to retake the moment they had shared with their first kiss and reclaim it, she trusted him to control his strength.

So she kissed him and kissed him some more and kissed him until it wasn't enough. Rylie wished she had the same courage as her sister, the self-assurance of the siren.

Netto's hand moved up her back as she continued to peck his lips with tiny kisses of her own. He grabbed her hair and the prickles of her scalp sent shockwaves of lust straight to her apex. She gasped as his hold on her strengthened and the heat between them grew closer to that place where all control was lost. She felt in charge.

She felt empty and needy and small. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath. The air did nothing to fill her. Nothing would be enough to fill her but the dangerously sweet Cyborg she straddled.

“I want more.” She slowly moved her hands to his chest, watching him, waiting for his response.

“How much more?” The emptiness inside of her blazed and it made her hungry. Netto glanced down at her lips and his nostrils flared. Rylie shuffled a little closer against him, the tight swim trunks he wore not loose enough to hide the rising bulge of his erection between them.

She swallowed her pride—her embarrassment—and answered him. “I want you inside of me,” she whispered. “I don't want to be a virgin anymore.”

His fingers dug into her sides, the barriers of clothing between them the only thing stopping her from continuing.

She wished she could know everything that was going through his head. She knew he wanted her, if his erection was any indication. She wished she knew how much he wanted her. If his want equaled her own.

“I'm too big. There would be pain. We’re not compatible.” Rylie glanced down at his erection between them and shook her head.

“I want to try anyway.” She would beg if she had to. “First time’s going to be painful regardless of who it is. I want it to be with you.”

“Why?” His hands cupped her cheeks and he guided her gaze back to his.

“Because you want me,” she answered truthfully.

“Is that all?” His eyes narrowed.

She struggled for a moment to find the right words. “No, that's not all. I want you because you make me feel safe. You’re strong. You make me feel special. I don't feel like I'm just part of the background with you. I want you because you want me and no one has wanted me before. You intimidate me but you don't frighten me.” She pressed her fingers into his skin. “And you look like an immovable pillar, a stone, and that illusion of stability makes me want you. You won't hurt me, not intentionally. That’s why I want you— you to be my first. And I want you, Netto.” Rylie felt breathless and a little shaky after her confession.

“And what if we try and it doesn't work out?” Netto asked, his voice hoarse with tension. She had a feeling he was barely holding on, barely stopping himself from igniting whatever was between them. She hoped so. “I will never, would never let another man touch you. I mean...” He stopped before continuing. “If we try and I can't give you what you want, it would only hurt us more in the end.”

“You'll go slow, very slow until our bodies adjust. The first time doesn't have to be the only time,” she urged.

Rylie had no idea where her boldness had come from. She leaned up and placed another soft kiss against his mouth. Netto's fingers threaded through her hair, pressing her forehead against his.

“We...can try,” Netto whispered against her lips. It made her shiver; it was the only thing she wanted. It seemed they were both uncertain.

“Yes.” She kissed him again. His eyes flared as his fingers combed down her hair, before settling around her waist.

“We don't have much time. Anyone could find us.”

Rylie inhaled and moved her hands down from his chest and over his abs. They hovered at the waistband of his pants. She had only gotten a glimpse of his dick before when she caught him in her bedroom and she didn’t trust her adrenaline infused memories of that moment. He was big, she knew, but now how big.

“Can I see it?”

Netto shifted and moved his hands to hers, pulling down the material.

She finally understood why he felt the way he did. It made her want to try all the more.

“I didn't believe you,” she laughed softly and swallowed down her uneasiness until the feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. His girth was large, alarmingly so. Her sex clenched.

His dick sprung up between them, stiff and dark, midnight blue, the only part of his body that was such a shade. Her mouth watered.

“You’re huge,” she said.

“Yes.” His voice was strained.

The thick tip of him sprouted out a small dribble of clear cum, and with it, a tangy smell. Rylie lifted her hand beside his shaft but didn't touch him. Instead, she tried to figure out his length.

“You're a hand and a half. How large is it, fully erect? Please tell me you’re as large as you can be...” She clenched her fists before wiping her damp palms on the blanket.

“I am fully erect. My length isn’t what I’m worried about.”

Rylie twitched. He was worried about his girth.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Netto continued.

“I don't want to hurt you either. Even if it fits, it may be too tight. I don't want to strangle you.” The words poured out. “I want to try. Please.”

Let me make my own mistakes.

His hands came up and gripped her hair. Rylie gasped as another squirt of precum beaded from his tip. Netto lifted her face until their eyes locked. Hers widened as his razor-sharp teeth were bared for her to see; a strangled rasp hissed through them. It made him look demonic, even horrific. It made him bizarrely handsome and deadly. She wanted to have power over such a predator and bring him to his knees.

“I want you to strangle me,” he said, his voice low and deep. “I wanted to sink my teeth into your flesh and feast on your blood. But I don't want to hurt you.”

His words made her breathless and her skin hot. She wasn't sure if what he said should have been taken as a threat, but as she stared at his mouth, his lips open and wet, she could see a handful of sharp teeth, and knew he meant as exactly as he said.

She wiped her sweaty palms on the blanket again.

“You wouldn't really bite me would you?”

“No,” he said, releasing her hair.

Rylie lifted her hands back to his chest if only to keep the connection between them. He was stiff under her fingertips, hard and predatory.

“I don't think I'd survive a love bite from you,” she said, her lips creeping up into a small smile. “You don't want to eat me, do you?”

Netto squeezed her waist and the heat of his touch burned her with anticipation. Rylie kept glancing down at his cock and then his eyes, as they both held equal sway over her. His erection remained a heady barrier between them. There was a need inside her to be mounted on the bulge inches away from her core.

“You wouldn't and I don't want to eat you. It's not like that.” His eyes said anything but.

“I'm glad,” she laughed softly. She wasn't sure what to do next and it seemed that Netto didn't want to hold a conversation. But neither of them made a move. She warred with herself to do it, to touch him, to lean up and kiss him again. To wrap her hands around his shaft and press a kiss to his tip. But she didn't have the courage and as the silence lengthened between them. Rylie didn't have the strength to fight off the awkwardness. Her fingers twitched on his chest and she could swear that she heard the joints creak from the strain.

“What now?”

Rylie cocked her head and pursed her lips.

He shifted until they were nearly chest to chest, making her look up to keep their gaze locked.

“Whatever you want.” It came out low and filled with promise. Reckless promise.

“Let go of me.”

His fingers dug into her skin and he closed his eyes before he loosened his hold enough for her to stand. Rylie glanced down to see his fists clenched on either side of his lap.

“Whatever I want? You promise?”

“Yes,” Netto answered with a rasp. The butterflies melted into amber and they burned her from the inside out. Rylie took a deep breath, gripped her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She tucked her fingers into her shorts and shimmied out of them, taking her underwear along with it.

He didn't move. She held his gaze. Her bra went next.

“You promise?” she asked again.

His eyes flashed blue, and not the light blue that she was used to, but a dark, deep indigo blue, a royal blue that emphasized the strong features of his face. They cast enough light to illuminate her skin.

“I promise.” His tongue came out and licked his lips. She put her hands on his shoulders and climbed back onto his lap.

She knew she was average, all-around average, perfectly ordinary, but she felt like the most beautiful woman in the universe in that moment. Netto was being so gentle, yielding, and it made her comfortable.

Netto would keep his promise to allow her to set the pace. He would never do anything to hurt her.

Her lips touched his in a whisper of a kiss, light and airy, soft and slow. She savored the taste of him until he slid his hands along her body and across her naked back. His fingers were hot as they caressed up her spine, over her shoulders, then back down, leaving warm trails behind.

She touched her forehead to his chest as he began to knead some of her aches away.

“That feels good.”

Rylie leaned further into her Cyborg and pressed her chest against his. His hands stilled on her back. She was killing both of them with her ineptitude. Everything about her hurt, her muscles, joints, and tendons were on fire and it wasn’t medicine she needed nor wanted. It was the blue Cyborg she straddled.

She closed her eyes and moved her hands down his abs, her nails scraping over the outlines of healing flesh until they descended to his pelvis. Netto didn’t move. Her hands hovered over his erection. Rylie looked down between them, her hair in wavy strands on either side of her cheeks.

Her sex clenched and tingled as she stared at Netto’s enormous erection. The tip pointed upward and leaned against his lower stomach. Netto was right. Despite being endowed with a length she never thought humanly possible, his girth presented the real challenge. Rylie took hold of it with one hand. He shuddered and ground out a moan when she squeezed her fingers together, trying to make the tips of them touch.

They didn’t.

“Does it hurt?” She loosened her grip and his muscles flexed.

“No.”

Rylie squeezed again. His body tensed. Enjoying his reaction, she ran her hand up its length and cupped his tip before sliding her hand back down.

His skin was warm and smooth, and unlike the rest of his body, his erection had subtle grooves of veins. Rylie couldn’t look at him, if she did, her nervousness would shatter the moment. She focused her attention on the mission at hand.

She was embarrassed to meet his gaze even though he trembled. Sweat coated her brow and she clenched her thighs to ease the tingle between them, but that only made it worse. She was so empty and so ready to be full.

Rylie held his erection and shifted off his legs so she could lean down to place her mouth on his swollen tip. Her knees hit the floor and his legs spread to give her room. Netto pulled her head back, his hand fisted in her hair.

“You don't have to do this.”

“I know,” she rasped. His eyes flashed blue before they became a muted grey. Netto held her there, forcing her to look at him, but she didn't let it deter her. She gripped the base of the shaft and leaned it down, allowing the tip of it to glide across her cheek.

Netto's eyes flared blue again and she smiled. She felt sexy and a little unnerved with how much she was enjoying herself. She pressed her legs together and the folds of her sex slipped against each other.

Rylie continued to move his cock around and rub it against the sides of her face. His jaw swayed back and forth, grinding his teeth together, his eyes narrowed. He released her hair but his hand remained.

She pumped her hand back up, silently thanking him, and squeezed his tip just before she brushed it over her dry lips. They moistened with his precum and her tongue dashed out and licked it away.

She pursed her mouth. “You taste like butter.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it's good,” she whispered. “I like butter.”

Rylie didn't hear his reply. She steadied her nerves and took him into her mouth. A moan escaped her throat as she accommodated to his size.

It was difficult, the taste and leather hard feel of him overwhelming. She couldn't quite get comfortable and worked her mouth, looking for an angle that would allow her to suck him, but his girth slid across her teeth.

“I'm sorry! I think I bit you. I'm sorry about my teeth. Never done this before.”

Netto grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth back onto him. Rylie squeaked before taking him in, forcing the angle, and gagged. She did her best to relax her jaw despite his movement. Her eyes watered. The ship rocked beneath them, swaying to the movement of slow sex. It strengthened her need. Liquid heat gathered between her legs and her breasts ached.

Netto's bulge jerked and again she swallowed back a squirt of precum. She pumped her fist up and down where her mouth couldn’t go. The only noise between them was the wet slurp of her mouth.

“Stop.”

He pulled her head back when she choked again. His eyes were closed and she released him to massage the sides of her jaw, the pungent taste of his precum over her tongue. Rylie swallowed his sticky seed down but his flavor remained.

“Are you oh—”

He flipped her onto the sofa lounge and spread her legs. Her body flushed as he leaned over her and kissed her aching jaw, licking over the areas she had kneaded. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs until he pushed them up and into her chest. Her desire built, and she couldn't stop the jittery shakes and twitches of her body to save her life.

The mist enveloped them.

His fingers caressed her slick folds.

“Wrap your arms behind your knees,” he said, his voice rough with demand. She did what she was told and held her legs to her chest. His warm palms moved over her thighs. Rylie knew what was coming.

“This is embarrassing,” she whimpered and hid her face behind her knees.

“This is beautiful,” he muttered. Her body convulsed in heated shivers.

When the tip of one of his blunt fingers probed her core, she jerked. Rylie inhaled as he circled her opening, slowly, softly, slick with her wetness. He teased her until she rocked into his touch.

“I need more,” she gasped out, seeking fulfillment.

“I’ve never touched a pussy before. It’s so wet and warm.”

Rylie shook and pressed her face harder into her knees.

Netto continued with a deep whisper that tickled her sex, “Your hymen is intact.” He pressed into her and she cringed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“It may hurt.”

“I know.”

Suddenly, his tongue poked her desperate opening and she arched back with surprise. It lashed at her, so hot, so thick, that she thought she may go crazy.

“You taste so sweet. So. Damn. Good.”

Rylie whimpered and blushed, knowing he was lavishing her innocence. An innocence she hated because she felt anything but innocent. She had fantasized about her first time since she was a teenager, had spent countless evenings touching and exploring herself as she thought up erotic fantasies. Nothing compared to the real thing. She was wet with desperation and done waiting.

“Do it, take it! I don’t know how much more I can handle!”

His finger returned and he continued to lick her. He caressed the small barrier as if he was worshiping it, worshipping this moment. It put her on edge.

And then it broke. Rylie yelped, her hips jerked.

“Are you okay?”

Am I? “Yes.” She winced. “I think so.”

“Stay still.”

Netto got up and walked away, leaving her cold, but he came back a moment later and sat down. She moved her legs to the side and watched him as he strained serum out of a tube and applied it to her; she immediately felt better. The cool gel soothed away the pinch of her broken hymen.

Rylie bit down on her tongue as Netto continued to apply and finger her. And as the last of the pain faded, all that was left was her lust. He didn’t stop. Her hips twitched as he spread the salve around, mixing it with the slick coat of her essence.

“Did I bleed?”

“A little.”

Rylie groaned, embarrassed, until he slipped his finger into her. He hit something inside her that melted the remaining tension from her muscles. Soft moans escaped her and there was nothing she could do to hold them back.

“Like that?”

“Yes.” The word flowed out of her like a long hiss. “Yes.” She moved her hips, seeking more. Netto’s finger pressed into her, vibrated within her, and she forgot the precarious position they were in and rocked in sync with his hand. The ache between her legs blossomed and everything else faded away. The healing serum remained cool where everything else was hot. Rylie increased her tempo, drowning in the sensation.

She lost her grip on her legs as they flew open. I need more. More. Her feet planted themselves on Netto’s shoulders. He added another finger and pumped her and when he added a third. She fell apart.

“Yeesss!”

The crescendo blotted her vision and she arched up as white-hot sparks of pleasure shot through her. Rylie didn’t recognize the sounds she made, only that the pressure of Netto’s fingers continued, drawing out her peak. She didn’t think she could take any more, filled and stretched and burning up. Her nails punctured the cushioning of the sofa.

When he released her she wanted to cry. It was like she lost a piece of herself. But she didn’t have time to beg him as a squirt filled her ears. Rylie managed to open her eyes long enough to see Netto cover himself with the serum. Her mouth watered.

“I’m ready,” she gasped out before he had a chance to ask. Netto grabbed her waist and pulled her on top until she straddled him again. But this time with his thick bulge resting against the opening of her quivering sex.

“I’m yours,” he groaned out, showing his sharp teeth. “Take what you need.”

Rylie shivered with anticipation. She reached down and took hold of his shaft, her fingers slippery from the lube. If she wasn’t careful, she would slide right onto him before she was ready. His hands came up to play with her breasts. The blunt pads of his thumbs rubbed her nipples in unison.

“Let me see your teeth.”

He pulled his lips back into a snarl. Rylie stared at them as she lowered herself. She could feel herself stretching to fit over his thick tip.

In what seemed like a potently erotic, nightmarish eternity, she was able to take in his entire head. Her core pulsed with a pinching ache of satisfaction. She bobbed up and down, slow and measured, over and over until her sex accustomed itself to his size.

She was grateful for the healing serum, knowing it waylaid much of the pain. When she was seated enough on his cock that she wouldn’t lose her way, she lifted her hands and grabbed his shoulders. Her eyes remained on his teeth.

Netto looked pained. She moved a little faster on him but it only made the stress in his frame worse. His muscles shifted and locked, and she could hear the faint sound of machinery in tune with his pounding heart. Rylie pushed herself further onto his erection.

When his tip hit her g-spot, she was done waiting.

“Let me see you,” she asked hoarsely.

“I’m here.” Netto’s teeth snapped. Rylie squeaked, she jerked back and seated herself further.

Sweat coated her brow and dripped between her breasts. They both needed more but were too afraid to take it.

“No. Shift your face. I want to see...You. Every part of you.” She hoped she wasn’t asking too much. And to encourage him, bounced a little faster on his dick. Except, now, he kept stroking her g-spot and she briefly forgot what she’d been asking for.

His head expanded and his mouth widened, his nose breaking open to reveal plates of metal that shifted and attached together until the top half of his face thrust out into a steely blue snout. She drew back but continued to ride him to make room for his animal.

Netto leaned forward and his eyes went grey. A cold grey, very unlike the heated look he had a moment ago. Rylie ran the tips of her fingers over his smooth, enlarged head. A shark’s head. A carnivorous beast from Earth. She moaned and picked up her tempo. She didn’t think she could be turned on even more but as gills opened up to line a neck that was no longer there, all she could think about was claiming him. Taking control of him with her pussy.

His hands left her breasts to hold her hips. She cupped his head behind his mouth and slammed her body down, taking him fully into her with a shriek. There was a great deal of pain but it was gone quickly in the building ecstasy. Netto’s heavy breath hit her face.

Rylie took him into her, pumping up and down until he took over, his grip tight. He was too much, too large, her body too new, too amateur for this but it only made her desire it—desire him—more. A thousand fantasies exorcised from her mind.

Their skin slapped, the cream and essence between them slurped, the smell made her nostrils flare. The serum continued to help her stretch to his size, each smack and thrust becoming easier and easier. She was broken and renewed at the same time. Rylie threw her head back as he used her, pumping her over him in a frenzy as her fingers threaded into his plated gills.

They used each other, and what had begun slow, quickly became fast and frenetic. She couldn’t discern one feeling from the next.

His snout rubbed against the side of her face with each bounce. She was dangerously close to his double-layered teeth. Rylie broke the skin of his shoulders as she held on. Netto’s mouth snapped closed with a pained snarl.

She leaned into his chest and his hands tightened their grasp on her skin. Bruises. She was sure to have bruises. His seed ejected into her, filling her up, burning hot against the cold lube. His bulge pulsed uncomfortably as it pumped stream after stream of cum into her.

Her eyes widened. It didn’t stop. Oh...damn. I’m never gonna be able to get off him. The mess they would make when the torrent of his cum poured down her thighs was one she didn’t want to deal with.

“Use me,” he grated. “I can’t...”

Rylie knew what he meant. She rocked her hips and rode him, adjusting to find her sweet spot until the pressure rebuilt within her core. Netto remained hard-as-rock for her but his body was limp. It wasn’t long before she found her pleasure.

When it was over, she settled her bruised and deliciously satisfied body against his. He shifted back to normal but she hadn’t watched, too tired to lift away from him. The small blanket that had fallen was suddenly around her shoulders. Everything became quiet and dark, the subtle lapping sounds of the ocean below the only true sound around them.

If anyone were to stumble from below and ascended to the top deck, they wouldn’t know that she and Netto were there. He kept her warm against the breeze and she kept him trapped with her body.

Rylie was happy, relaxed; she didn’t want the night to end. This must be what contentment feels like.

“Thank you,” she breathed against his chest.

“Thank you, too.”

“Can we do it again?”

“Have we stopped?” He chuckled and his dick jerked inside her.

“No.” Rylie smiled. “I guess not. I don’t think the next time will be as difficult.”

“I did promise.”

Rylie remembered. “Yes. Whatever I want...”

She didn’t find sleep in his arms but she did find pleasure and safety.

Netto kept his word.