He turned his attention to her other breast, showing it the same devotion, catching her nipple between his lip-covered teeth, pulling, elongating that decadent flesh. She panted, rubbed against him with renewed passion, and he moved with her, breeding without entry, seeking to pleasure her with his entire form.
Her face flushed. Her eyes, one blue, one brown, darkened. She was gorgeous and his, and he couldn’t look away, couldn’t not touch her, not ravish her.
He’d craved her for planet rotations, and that wanting pounded at him. But he contained it. She was his focus. Her bliss was his goal. He would be worthy of her, would prove himself in this wondrous act, show her how he felt, how he revered her, valued her, adored her.
They battled together for their satisfaction, spiraling their need upward. If he had been 100.0000 percent organic, he would have broken under the strain, but he was a cyborg, and his machine side kept him in check. Barely.
“Need you. Inside me.” She lifted her hips.
His female was finally ready for that next step. Thank the stars.
He pulled back. His tip bumped against her flesh as he aligned himself. Each unexpected contact sent energy coursing through his circuits.
His gaze locked with hers. “You are mine, my female.”
He thrust. Hard.
The most enticing warmth, the most delectable wetness, swept along his shaft. His processors strained to absorb that bliss, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t halt his advance.
Hoarse buried himself up to his base in accommodating female.
“Large.” She gasped, her form stiffening. “All over.”
“Too tight.” He gritted his teeth. Arlicia fit him like she was manufactured for him—which she was. She was his female, and he was her warrior, and they were designed to join like this. He processed that, yet it was… “Too good.”
Her lips had flattened. Lines were etched around that tempting flesh.
She had suffered damage from him due to his big cock, and he should withdraw, but he couldn’t move, not without malfunctioning. His visual system flickered, battered by ecstasy.
Moments passed. Her hold on his shaft eased and his systems stabilized.
“I damaged you.” He pulled back.
“No.” She grasped his wrists. “Yes. But it was good damage.” She shifted under him.
He sank deeper into her and they both groaned.
“I don’t want to damage you.” He was holding onto his restraint by a thread.
“You can damage me in this way.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as though she sought to hold him in place, bind him to her. “I want this. I want you.”
He gazed at her. She was his female, was fragile, human, a doll fabricator, not a warrior. He should treat her with reverence, not pound into her as he yearned to do.
“I want you to fuck me, Hoarse.” She hitched her hips upward, and he jerked, both her words and her actions surprising him. “Fuck me hard and fast, make me forget all other males.”
“There will be no other males.” He tightened his grip on her. The prospect of anyone touching his female made him want to end lifespans. “You are mine.”
“Then make me yours.” Her tone was edged with a challenge that called to him. “Give me everything.” She bucked. Her breasts jiggled, and he battled the urge to come. “Own my body.”
“Arlicia.” He clenched his jaw.
“Own it.” She slammed her form into his.
Hoarse reacted without processing, driving into her, smacking her ass into the sleeping support.
She sucked in her breath.
He’d damaged her. Guilt wrapped around him. He withdrew.
“Harder.” She flung herself upward once more.
Their bodies collided, and his control evaporated under the heat of her desire, under the force of her sensual assault. He drove into his female, withdrew, drove into her. His pace was fast and fierce.
His female embraced it. Passionately. He took her deep, imprinting his form on hers, and she met him halfway, giving as much as he gave her.
Beads of sweat decorated her skin, wet her hair, made her sparkle. Her eyes shone. Her breathing was ragged. Her lips lifted into a smile.
His female was enjoying their wild breeding.
“Perfect.” He grunted. “You’re perfect for me.” His gentle doll fabricator was a warrior while breeding, well able to take his powerful strokes, to match his fervor.
They joined with a savagery suiting his primitive C Model programming. He would have never projected she’d seek that acuteness of ardor.
Yet she urged him to give her more, more, more. Her boot-covered heels bounced against his ass cheeks. Her fingernails pierced his skin.
She was magnificent. And she was his.
The sleeping support banged against the wall. They fucked, as his little human called it, with purpose. And his purpose was her pleasure. He would bring her release. That was his sole mission.
Her arms and legs quivered. Her pussy juices flowed between his balls. She was close.
He neared release also. Pressure formed at the base of his simulated spine. He throbbed with yearning. Nothing he had experienced in his long lifespan was equal to being inside his female. It was better than battle, better than anything he had ever processed. There were no words in his database to describe it. He varied his angle. It—
“Hoarse.” She screamed. Her inner walls constricted around his shaft.
“Arlicia.” He roared, pushing into her. Her pussy lips touched his base and he exploded, detonating like a missile. Cum shot from his tip. Euphoria accompanied it.
His female called his name again, louder. She clenched down on him.
That exquisite embrace caused him to partially malfunction. His visual and auditory systems shut down, his processors unable to handle his rapture.
His world turned dark and silent. All he could do was feel, enjoy, savor his female.
Arlicia came again and again, twisting under him, writhing. She drained him of his nanocybotic-infused essence, replacing it with pleasure, with connection, the link with his female tightening. Hoarse shuddered and shook, but his arms didn’t fold, and he didn’t fall.
That would damage his female and not, as she stated it, in a good way. He would protect her from the universe, from others, from himself, would keep her safe. Always.
The waves of delight gradually flattened. His systems came back online.
He looked down at his little human, dreading the damage he must have wrought on her fragile form.
Her eyelids were partially lowered. Her eyes lacked focus. A dreamy smile lit her face.
“I pleased you.” His voice lilted with surprise.
His female was not only fully functional, she appeared elated.
“You pleased me. Very much.” She touched his face. “You’re real. This is real.” She said that as though she doubted that truth. “I never knew I could feel this good.” She sighed, that sound containing contentment. “I came so many times I lost count, and now, I tingle all over.”
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “I claimed you.” She was his for all eternity.
“You certainly did that.” She laughed. Her lush body rubbed against his muscles, the tiny gyrations exciting him. “I feel thoroughly claimed.”
“You are thoroughly claimed…by me.” The most tremendous joy brightened his soul.