Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,70
constricting around his shaft, her breathing turning ragged.
All she needed was—
Her cyborg drove into her, reaching the deepest parts of her, filling that space, that emptiness, with his rigid, unrelenting cock. His base hit her pussy lips. Hard. The shock and delight of that slammed her over the edge.
She screamed into his mouth, bucking upward. Pleasure bombarded her from all angles, threatening to shatter her. Seeking to secure herself to him, to something, to anything, she clenched down on his shaft.
He roared, that sound racing down her throat, and he pushed into her even more, a feat she’d believed impossible. Her ass dragged across the sleeping support, branding her with heat. Her cyborg exploded. Cum jetted from his tip, hit her intimate flesh.
She shrieked louder. The euphoria was too much. She had to escape it. Writhing and twisting, she tried to liberate herself from his hold on her.
Her cyborg didn’t allow that. He pinned her hips to the sleeping support and poured more of himself into her, pulverizing her with ecstasy. His eyes went dark, the ferocity of his release temporarily shutting down his visual system.
She clasped his hips and held on, riding the erotic storm until the winds of fulfillment had calmed and only the mind fog of rapture was left.
He shuddered once, twice, then fell. His much-larger form flattened hers. She murmured into his chest. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
She laid her head on his chest, listened to his heart beat, tried to gather her bliss-blasted thoughts. “How many more moments do you think we’ll have to ourselves before the others realize we’re awake?” She wanted to lie in his arms all planet rotation.
“We have a couple of heartbeats, Princess.” Truth’s tone held amusement. “Marthe, Valentin, and Claude are currently huddled outside our doors, debating whether or not they should notify us first before entering our chambers.”
“Stars.” There were no more moments left for snuggling. Nancy flung herself off her naked warrior, reached for a robe. “We have to revisit royal privacy protocols.”
Her foolish cyborg laughed.
Nancy had believed a shift would be sufficient time for preparation, for dressing to meet her cyborg’s Captain and his brethren.
She hadn’t taken Truth’s shit-disturber personality or Marthe’s obsession with perfection into consideration.
Truth preened in front of a reflective surface. He was dressed from head to toe in pink. Pink pigment covered his gorgeous black hair. A pink crown with matching stones was perched on his head. Pink flowers decorated the holsters and sheaths fabricated into his coat and breeches. Even the handles of his guns and hilts of his daggers were concealed with pink fabric.
“Is this enough sparkle?” He leaned forward, gazing closer at his image.
Nancy rolled her eyes. His face had so much sparkle, his skin shone brighter than a star.
“Isn’t it enough?” Marthe, also dressed in pink, hurried to Truth’s side. “Oh my. That spot does look a bit bare, my prince.” She splattered it with sparkle. “A second application is warranted.”
Marthe doused every exposed stretch of his formerly gray skin with the glittery substance.
Truth, that fool, met Nancy’s gaze and winked. He enjoyed the chaos he was creating.
Nancy was garbed in the same shade of pink. That wasn’t unusual for her. Marthe loved the color and Nancy loved Marthe. She’d spent most of her lifespan dressed in that hue.
This planet rotation was no exception.
Her hair had been sprayed with pigment and was coiled on top of her head. Her favorite tiara with pink stones had been chosen for her to wear. A necklace with matching stones encircled her neck.
The bodice of her gown showed merely a hint of sparkle-covered breast. The delicate fabric clung to her body like a second skin. The skirt was a bit bigger than she was accustomed to wearing, but it made her feel like the princess she was.
All of her glittered.
Valentin and Claude entered the chamber. They were dressed from pigment-covered head to boot-clad feet in pink also. Even Claude’s beard had been sprayed that color.
“You both look magnificent.” Nancy beamed at her fathers.
“There were some issues with my garments.” Claude tugged on his jacket. The cloth pulled tight across his shoulders and stomach. “There must have been a mix up with the measurements. They were baggy, not-at-all befitting of a Royal Guard. But Marthe was able to quickly alter them.” He gazed at the female with open admiration. “She’s so very clever.”
“She’s not as clever as she sought to be.” Marthe whispered that comment under her breath.