Hoarse wouldn’t suffer that fate. His tread lightened. He had located his female.
“I’ll introduce you to Relay, my friend, before we enter the shuttle craft.” Hoarse shared that information with her. “He’s a skilled pilot, will convey us at sunrise wherever you wish to go.”
“He’s your friend.” She smiled up at him.
Hoarse nodded, temporarily unable to speak. Her beauty had deleted the words from his databases. It would take a heartbeat of processing to restore them.
“I had hoped to meet him.” Her fingers splayed over his body armor-clad chest. “And the transport will be appreciated. There’s a small landing area at the academy. I’ll communicate with my friend, Zella, at sunrise, and ensure we can use it.”
Zella was the expert she’d contacted nine times since he started monitoring his female’s communications. Their messages were short, brief. “Relay enjoys communicating.” The E Model was ideally suited for his role as the battle station’s communications officer.
“Zella enjoys communicating also…usually.” His female laughed, that sound bringing him tremendous joy. “She’s been too busy to communicate much lately. During the harvest on Pollux Pequeno, everyone, including experts, are expected to help…while maintaining their other roles. The end of that time period was this planet rotation. The celebration starts at sunrise, which is why we’re here.”
He formed no correlation between their arrival on the planet and the end of harvest celebration, would have asked for more input. But they had arrived at the shuttle craft, and they were no longer alone.
Relay stepped out of the shadows.
“My female, this is Relay.” Hoarse made the introductions. “He will guard the shuttle craft.”
His friend stood straighter.
“I’m happy to meet you, Relay.” His female bestowed one of her processor-straining smiles on the E Model. “Hoarse tells me you’re a skilled pilot and a good friend.”
Relay’s lips lifted. “I have also collected rhythmic words projected as being soothing to offspring.”
Hoarse’s female blinked once, twice. “We’re visiting some children at sunrise. I have to ask Zella for her permission, but I suspect they would enjoy hearing you sing. I know I would enjoy that.”
Who is this Zella being? Relay transmitted to Hoarse.
She is a friend of my female’s and an expert at the academy. Hoarse carried his female toward the ramp.
The probability a friend of your female would be my female is 0.2695 percent. Relay was focused on finding his female. But I will sing for this Zella being and the offspring. The E Model dipped his head in agreement. It will be good training. I’ll be more skilled at it when I meet my own female and offspring.
The warrior stayed outside the shuttle craft yet continued to chatter through the transmission lines as Hoarse conveyed his female through the vessel.
He relegated that communication to the back of his processors, concentrated on his little human. “There are nourishment bars and beverage in our chamber.” He had prepared those for her, had hoped she would deem him worthy of her.
And she had done that. He entered the space with her, his head held high.
His female gazed up at him. Pigment stained her cheeks. “Nourishment bars aren’t what I’m hungry for, Hoarse.” Her voice was husky.
His cock, already hard, pressed against the confines of his body armor. “What are you hungry for, my female?” He had to be 100.0000 percent certain she wanted this, wanted him.
His female skimmed her palms up his chest, around his neck, leaving a trail of sweet sensation on his skin. “I’m hungry for you, for your lips, your body, all of you.” She linked her fingers over his nape and pulled him toward her.
He obligingly dropped his face to her level.
Her unusual eyes glowed with approval, with need. She covered his lips with hers.
He opened to her, holding himself otherwise still, allowing her to take the lead in this, their first breeding. For a heartbeat, they remained like that, their breaths mingling, only their lips touching.
It was a peaceful, gentle moment in a lifespan of harshness, of battle, of pain. Caring and wonder wrapped around Hoarse’s heart, binding his soul to hers. They were one, were in perfect sync. The rest of the universe faded to nothing.
His female shifted slightly in his arms. Her tongue tapped against his, retreated, tapped again, slid along his flesh, tumbling, tangling. He moaned, cupped the back of her head, securing her to him, as they played and teased, tasting each other.
“I’m tingling.” Her eyelashes fluttered.
“Those are my nanocybotics.” He lowered her onto the sleeping support, bracing himself above her. “They’ll repair you if you become damaged.” And they would inform other cyborgs she was his.
Pride filled him. Everyone would know he had found his female. She was the most exceptional being he’d ever encountered, kind and clever and creative and unique, and she belonged to him.
“Hmmm…” Her erotic humming tugged on his cock. “Make me tingle all over, warrior.” She ran her fingertips along his jawline. His little fabricator’s skin was enticingly rough.
Seeking to obey her command, he dragged his mouth over her chin, sucked on that part of her. Her back arched, her fabric-covered breasts pressing against his body armor.
There were too many layers between them. Wanting, needing to feel her form against his bare skin, he yanked on his protective garment. The body armor dropped to the floor, thumping against the tiles.
As he stripped bare, his female’s humming grew louder. The scent of her arousal flavored the air, escalating his desire. She approved of his form, wanted him, and he needed her with an equivalent desperation.
Hoarse mouthed along his little human’s neck, savoring the salt of her skin, her softness, her warmth. She explored his shoulders, pecs, abs with her hands, every touch removing more and more of his control.
He sought more contact with her. “Do you like this garment?” He gripped the collar of her flight suit.
“I packed more garments.” Her eyes flashed with fierce emotion. “Rip it.”
“Yes.” He tore it to pieces. The destruction pleased his savage C Model nature.
“Strong.” His female’s lips, plumped from his kisses, parted. “You’re so strong.” Her soft skin and abundant curves pressed against his bulging muscles.
“My strength is yours, my female.” Everything he had was hers. He gazed down at her with awe and marvel, humbled that she was his.
She was yielding all over, the fullness of her form thrilling him. He cupped one of her breasts in his right palm, relishing the weight of it, the way it molded to his hand.
“You’re beautiful.” The exquisiteness of his female made him ache. He bent his head, drew one of her nipples into his mouth. It was taut and pink and sensitive.
“Yours.” She tilted her head back, shouting that like a battle cry. “I’m yours.”
She threaded her fingers through his short hair and held him to her breast as he licked and nibbled and inhaled that bounty.
He was hers also. In all ways.
Hoarse was completely captivated with his little human.
“That’s it.” His female bent her knees, cradling him between her thighs. “Devour me.” She undulated under him, brushing her pussy lips over his unrelenting shaft, branding him with her heat, with her wetness.