Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,56

conquer a planet to prove his worth as her consort.

She was fortunate. “We should leave the palace.”

“There’s a shift and a half before sunset.” Marthe plucked at Nancy’s skirt. “Our princess should look like a princess when she leaves the palace.”

Nancy would like to see her private quarters one more time. “We are returning to the royal chambers.” She squeezed Truth’s hand.

It might be their sole opportunity to cavort on the royal sleeping support.

Her toes curled in her slippers. She’d like that. Very much.

It took several moments to convince Marthe, Valentin, and Claude she was safe in her private chambers and they should say their farewells to their friends in the castle, place their own possessions in packs to transport to the ship.

“We have to be quick, my prince.” She shed the wrap Marthe had dressed her in after her bath. Cool air swept over her naked form. Her nipples tightened with anticipation. Her pussy was wet.

“I don’t look very prince-like.” Her cyborg stripped off his now-polished body armor, revealing gray skin, endless muscles and a hard cock. “I’m not wearing a crown.” He echoed words she’d once told him.

“I’ll have one fabricated for you.” She laughed. “And neither of us look very royal at the moment.” She spread out her arms.

“You always look royal.” He clasped her waist, lifted her high against his chest, spun her around.

She leaned back, trusting his hold on her, and she allowed her joy to bubble out of her mouth. Stars. She was happy and that was due to her warrior male. He’d shown her she was powerful, fed her sense of self-worth, taught her she could please herself and bring honor to her role. She bracketed his handsome face with her hands and covered his lips with hers.

The nanocybotics she’d grown to crave filled her mouth. Their tongues danced. She hooked her legs around his waist, pressed her pussy lips against his rigid shaft.

As they spun and kissed and touched, he drew her form higher, then allowed her to fall, drew her form higher, allowed her to fall, stroking himself with her wet flesh, teasing her clit with his rim. Passion coiled around her, made her light-headed. She panted into his mouth.

They were fucking without entry in the royal chambers in the palace. If the guards stationed outside her private space realized what their princess was doing with her cyborg warrior, they would be shocked. She trembled, the naughtiness of the situation spiraling her desire upward.

“I need you inside me.” She gripped his face. “Now.”

Truth laughed. “As you command, my princess.”

He lifted her above him. His tip brushed against her pussy lips and a tremor of wanting rocked her.

“You’re mine.” Her cyborg slammed her down on him, impaling her on his unyielding length.

She shrieked, clutching his shoulders. The emptiness inside her had been filled with him. His cock stretched her pussy to the point of pain. His companionship lightened her burdens. His caring warmed her to her soul. The link between them, always there, strengthened.

He lifted her, drove her downward, lifted her, drove her downward, his pace fast and hard, stealing her breath, demolishing her control. All she could do was hold onto him as he ravished her, as he treated her not as his revered princess, but as his female, fucking her with all the vigor in his warrior heart.

A wildness matching his swept over her. She mouthed along his chin, his neck, tasting the metallic flavor of his skin. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her heels smacked against his firm ass cheeks. Her breasts slapped his chest. His skin, his muscles, were thin veneers over his unbending frame.

Her cyborg laughed, as far gone with passion as she was, and he fucked her faster. Stars. She panted, her release speeding toward her with a mind-numbing velocity. There was no stopping it, and she had no inclination to do so. Her entourage could return at any moment. She demanded to have satisfaction before that happened, would lose her royal shit if she was interrupted before coming.

“Truth, I need…” Fuck. She didn’t know what she needed.

“You need me, Princess.” He thrust upward, varying his angle, propelled her downward. His base crashed against her clit, and she splintered into a million pieces.

She screamed, twisted in his arms, clenched around him. He roared, pushing deeper. Cum shot from his tip, splattered against her inner walls, the nanocybotics in his essence resembling countless mouths kissing that most intimate part of her. It was too much, too