unleash when pent-up, but at least he could seek relief in other ways.
Microscopic pores opened up all over his skin, undetectable to the human eye, and his body slickened with oil. Toxins. Boiling water sprayed down upon him from overhead, hiding his secretion. The clear substance his body produced vanished with the water. He rested his arms on the wall and bowed his head. Hysterian stared at the water pooling at his feet being sucked into the drain. In another minute, the lavatory would be filled with steam, blinding him.
The ship’s recycling systems would never encounter his secretion either. By the time they made it to the ship’s normal water unit, the nanocells within his toxins would have destroyed it. He made sure of it when his ship was being redesigned. The water gathered in a separate tank to be scanned, and only released back into the ship’s normal systems when it was deemed pure.
His crew would never know their captain poisoned the water supply nightly…
Hysterian slid his right arm off the wall and grabbed his cock. It hardened in his hand.
Thank the fucking devils who created me for giving me a dick. Hysterian squeezed his shaft as hard as he could without crushing it. Pain zipped through him for an instant. He kept squeezing, praying for the release he really needed.
Boiling water would never be enough.
His hand would never be enough.
The phantom of a willing woman, one open to his desperate affection, took shape in his mind. A lithe creature he fantasized about every waking second of every day. A female who was immune to him. Not only immune, but one who also wanted him despite his past.
His hand slid up and down his length.
He’d never had a woman before. There wasn’t anyone alive who could survive long enough for him to take. Trentian women could, if he was willing to seek one out. But they were exceedingly rare due to the biowarfare his kind released, all but wiping their fertility out to the point that Trentian numbers sharply declined over the past several generations.
It’d been a terrible measure humans took to make sure the aliens would never rise up in the future and restart the war. They couldn’t if their numbers were low.
The Trentian females who remained lived on their home planet, protected by their God Xanteaus and his chosen Knights. A place no human was allowed to go near, especially a Cyborg.
Hysterian hadn’t encountered a purebred alien woman in over forty years, and when he had, his codes urged him to kill her.
Hysterian squeezed the tip of his shaft and rolled his palm.
The woman survived, of course. His urgings weren’t like some of his brethren, who couldn’t resist. Not to mention she’d been very old back then, having lived for over a century. An elder, a diplomat for her people, she had still been very beautiful. His lips twisted, remembering her. He hadn’t wanted to fuck something warm so desperately back then either…
He pictured the alien female’s face and thrust his dick into his hand.
A Trentian female was out of the question. Even if he sought one out—actually procured one—she’d be terrified of him, more so than any human female ever would be. Cyborgs had killed their kind by the thousands after all…
And what would stop him from killing her anyway on accident? Battling one’s own nature was hard, and would be much harder if he was fucking. Fucking the way he wanted to fuck.
Hysterian groaned and leaned his brow against the stall wall.
No, he needed a damned cure.
A devil-damned blocker.
The water began to cool, and his thrusting increased. His need ramped as the shadowy female in his head arched her back, stuck out her ass, and screamed for him.
Scream for me.
He was going to burst.
He gritted his teeth. His tongue shot out to lick the wall.
Hysterian reached down with his free hand and thrust into both of them at the same time.
Phantom lips pursed, a head flung back, and he fell to his knees gripping his cock. He released all over the wall, exhaling hard. The water turned frigid as he stared at his cum where it trickled. Thick yet slick, it didn’t take long for his seed to mix with the water below and vanish into the vents.
He reached up and turned the bathing unit off. He’d released enough of his toxins to breathe easier—for a time. With a modicum of ease, Hysterian rose and stepped out, letting the lavatory’s drying system suck out the