her body, and she trembled. “I wasn’t interested in your role. I was interested in you, in all of you.”
He spread her ass cheeks, parting them with his hands. Her muscles flexed under his handling. He licked along the crease, worshipping that hidden part of her.
“No.” She arched her back, that response belying her whispered protest. “This isn’t done.”
“This is being done.” He darted his tongue over her puckered hole, his nanocybotics cleansing every part of her he touched. Not that she needed tidying. Dirt wouldn’t dare soil his princess.
He moved lower, laving her taint.
“Truth.” She closed her thighs, blocking his progress.
“Trust me, my female.” He squeezed her ass.
She hesitated for one gut-wrenching heartbeat and parted her legs once more. “I trust you. I’ve trusted you from the moment we met. I knew you would never hurt me.”
“I’d die before I did that.” He wasn’t serious about much, but he took his role as her warrior, as her protector, seriously. “You’re safe in my hands…and in my mouth.”
He glided his tongue over her pussy lips, tasting her sweetness, and she cried out, calling his name, telling the universe who was ravishing her. More wetness coated her flesh. He rumbled his approval and feasted on his female, peeling apart her folds, circling her clit, delving into her entrance.
Her scent was intoxicating. It warmed him to his frame. Her flavor was as addictive. He could spend his lifespan devouring her and never become sated.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” His female rocked against him, supplying the rhythm, setting the pace.
He pushed into her pussy hole deeper and deeper with each advance, sliding his tongue along her inner walls, exploring the inner realms of his human. She was liquid heat, her juices flowing into his mouth. He swallowed, savoring every drop of her.
“Too much. Truth.” Her legs shook. The pitch of her voice raised. “Cock. Need. Don’t want to come alone.”
His princess knew what she wanted, wasn’t afraid to demand it.
That aroused him. “If you desire my cock, you’ll have it.” He reluctantly withdrew from her, licking his lips. She was delicious and he would taste her again…numerous times a planet rotation if he was given the opportunity. “You won’t come alone.”
“Give me. A moment.” Strain stretched that command. His female struggled for control. She must want to prolong their encounter, make it last.
He would accommodate her. “I’m a cyborg.” He grinned, petting her pert ass, following the curve of it with his fingertips. “You host my nanocybotics.” Their natural lifespans were now unlimited. “We could wait for solar cycles if that is your decision.”
His princess looked over her shoulder. “Your balls would be a royal shade of blue if we waited that long.” Her eyes sparkled with humor.
“You could dress to match my balls.” He laughed, that prospect entertaining him. “You could change your hair pigment to coordinate with my breeding condition.”
“That is so very wrong.” His female’s mirth joined his.
The two of them were so very right. Her sense of humor aligned with his. She understood him, didn’t judge him for not wanting to be solemn all the time.
He stroked her back, her ass, her thighs. Physically, they were a match also. He had never seen a being as enthralling, as beautiful, as responsive as she was.
“A moment has passed.” His female wiggled and his cock bobbed, that part of him applauding her sexy show. “I’m concerned about the state of your balls.”
“I appreciate that, Princess.” He kneeled behind her, gripped her hips, positioned his tip at her entrance. “My balls ache like a projectile to the chin.”
“We can’t have that.” She widened her stance, giving him access to all of her. “I like your chin.”
He liked everything about her.
Truth thrust hard, burying himself up to his base in wet, hot female.
She screamed, tilting her head back. The light reflected off the stones in her tiara. Her gloved fingers curled against the sleeping support.
His female was so fraggin’ gorgeous. He struggled to hold onto his restraint. She’d delayed her own release for him. He had to do the same for her.
It required great effort, but he hung on. Barely. All of him throbbed with wanting.
He pulled back, pushed forward, pulled back, pushed forward. His hips smacked against her ass. Her juices streamed between his beleaguered balls. The scent of her coiled around him.
Breeding with her was the most extreme rush, the headiest of stimulants. Energy surged through his circuits. His processors strained, battling to absorb the sensory inputs.
He pistoned in and out of her,