good. She gyrated, struggling to absorb the sublime pleasure, the extreme sensations.
Her cyborg’s shoulders shuddered once, twice. His eyes went black. He fell, holding her to him.
His knees hit the floor. His fit physique shook, that impact flowing to her form, yet he didn’t drop her. Her warrior male kept her safe and secure, pressing her against him.
Nancy’s trembling gradually eased. The brilliant blue energy in Truth’s eyes illuminated. They gazed at each other. He looked as stunned, as sated, as she felt.
“We were quick.” His lips lifted into a goofy smile.
She grinned back at him. “I liked quick.”
“I liked quick also.” He laughed.
Nancy would listen to that wonderful sound for the rest of her now-long lifespan.
It was great to be a princess.
Chapter Fifteen
Half a shift later, Truth stood beside a small transport. Valentin ran cleaning cloths over the seats and console, removing the dirt and grime that had entered it.
The vessel would be impossible to keep clean. It didn’t have a roof. The transparent shield at the front of the ship wouldn’t block much of anything.
The point was to be seen, to give their princess a proper sendoff, create a spectacle her subjects would talk about for planet rotations. Truth would be accompanying her on that grand tour.
It would be an adventure.
Claude chattered about how flying the transport was different than flying their freighter. Truth had never seen the male situated at the controls of any vessel.
But he utilized a lifespan of cyborg training and maintained a blank expression while he listened. He had flown many transports, didn’t require the information.
Which was good, because much of data was highly suspect, and some of it was outright wrong. His lips twitched. If he was flying the small ship alone, he would have followed Claude’s wrong advice and had some fun with the male.
He was flying with his princess, however, and he wouldn’t risk her lifespan. His gaze shifted to the palace doors.
They remained closed.
His princess hadn’t yet exited the palace. Marthe was with her, Truth reminded himself. That female would kill to protect her. Guards his princess trusted, who clearly adored her, were stationed outside her chambers. She was as safe as a human could be.
His unease didn’t dissipate.
Being apart from her felt…wrong.
“We’ll fly the royal ship above your transport and land at these coordinates.” Claude tapped the viewscreen embedded into the console. “If you need assistance, contact us.”
Truth nodded.
He wouldn’t need assistance. His hands lowered to the gun holsters built into his body armor. He could safeguard his female.
And he’d have fun while doing so. “We’ll give Royaume’s princess the sendoff she deserves.” He grinned.
They would parade across her kingdom, allow her subjects to see their princess, cheer for her, say their good-byes. It would be a temporary farewell. In a few solar cycles, when the crown prince had firmly re-established himself, they would return to the planet.
Before they left, Truth would ensure his princess was remembered. His gaze shifted to Valentin. He projected his female’s father would broadcast updates to Royaumes also.
It would be an event.
“I’ll record images from ground level.” Everything Truth heard and saw was documented. “And I’ll share that footage with you. You’ll want to release it as soon as possible.” He gave the male that advice. “Once we reach cyborg-controlled space, any relaying of information to beings outside of the sector must be approved by my Captain.”
“I am well aware of the dangers of sharing sensitive information.” Valentin sniffed. “Did I reveal who we freed from the Humanoid Alliance Prison Ship? No, I did not. Did I release the recordings of your interactions with your brethren? No, I did not. I would never place our princess in peril by spilling cyborg secrets.”
“I process that.” The male’s huffiness amused Truth. “That doesn’t change the rules, unfortunately.” He wrinkled his nose. “Captain won’t allow you to kill beings unless they attempt to kill you first, either. There are so many restrictions.”
The air around him changed, awareness sweeping over Truth.
“There’ll be no killing beings on this farewell tour, my prince.” His female floated toward him.
She was dressed in a light-blue gown covered with golden sparkles, wore matching gloves and slippers. A tiara was perched on her dainty head.
His princess was stunning.
His mouth dropped open. His processors whirred. He had no access to clever quips, to foolish jokes. His systems strained to absorb the beauty of her.
“Was that the reaction you were striving to achieve, Marthe?” His princess laughed.
“It will do, my princess.” The older female hurried to