Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,25
inner walls clenched his shaft.
He howled into her mouth and came so hard, his auditory and visual systems shut down. All he could do was feel, bliss sweeping over him as cum propelled from his tip.
His female gyrated under him, raking her pretty fingernails over his chest, leaving trails of tantalizing pain across his pecs, the hurt accentuating his pleasure. He filled her pussy with nanocybotic-infused cum, relaying his ecstasy to her smaller form, claiming her as his.
They were bound together until the end of their existence, the link between them strengthening. He felt his female in every part of him, in his organics and in his mechanics.
She stopped moving, her form quieting. The pleasure leveled, became manageable. His systems rebooted. Her soft panting broke the silence. Her gorgeous face came into focus.
He braced himself over her, gazing down at her. Her cheeks were as pink as her hair. Her eyes were wide, the gold rimming her irises shining like the brightest star. Her mouth was slightly open.
His princess appeared as stunned as he felt.
“Are you damaged, my female?” He’d lost control, hadn’t tempered his breeding, and she was very small, fragile, human.
“I’ve utilized fucking tools in the past.” His female whispered that confession. “Those experiences didn’t come close to resembling what we did. I’m…bubbling. All over.”
He had pleased her.
Truth’s concerns dissipated. He grinned, his jubilation returning. “Those are my nanocybotics. They’re repairing you.”
“There’s no need to repair me.” She shifted slightly under him. “I’m not injured.”
The hard console would be uncomfortable for his princess. He wrapped his arms around her and allowed himself to fall backward, sitting with a thump on the captain’s chair.
She landed on top of him, their bodies remaining connected. Her form stiffened for a heartbeat against his and then relaxed. She sighed, that sound containing contentment, and lowered her head to his chest, resting her cheek on his left pec.
Once she had settled against him, he addressed her comment. “The passing of time damages humans in almost indetectable ways.” He stroked her bare back. “My nanocybotics are reversing that impact. You can be damaged.” He would ensure that didn’t happen. “But not by merely living.”
“I’ll live forever?” His female’s voice held no enthusiasm about that prospect.
“We could live forever.” He played with her hair.
Some tendrils had escaped their confines. He curled them around his fingers. The strands were predominantly brown. Much of the pink pigment had been transferred to the console and to him.
“The female of Chuckles, one of my brethren, modifies the color of her hair.” That female would like his princess. “The pigment she utilizes stays on the strands until she chooses to change it.”
“She likely doesn’t alter her hair color to match every outfit.” His female shook her head. That movement released more of her curls. They cascaded down her back. “It makes Marthe happy when I’m coordinated from head to feet. As it makes her happy when I wear a tiara.” She reached upward and touched her head decoration. “And it gives her joy when I’m dressed like I’m meeting a queen.”
“You tolerate that because you love Marthe.” Truth heard that emotion in his princess’ voice, was envious of the being who evoked it. He wanted to hear the human love words from her, would do anything to earn that honor.
“I love her very much.” His female sighed, her warm breath teasing his skin. “As I love Claude and Valentin. They would die for me.”
He would die for her. Truth petted her hair, her back. Did she realize that? “You are high maintenance.” He teased her, having learned that phrase from Chuckles’ female.
“Of course, I’m high maintenance.” His female laughed. “I’m a princess.”
She was his princess. He laughed with her.
“The Humanoid Alliance believed I thought only of my hair and my jewels and my dresses.” She gazed up at him. Her chin was propped on his chest. “They would talk about their plans right in front of me, assuming I was too shallow, too self-absorbed, too stupid, to relay that information.”
They were fools. Any being with a byte of perception could see the intelligence shining from her big, brown eyes. “The Humanoid Alliance believed we were killing machines, as devoid of processing as a gun or a dagger. They didn’t project we’d gather their intel and utilize it against them.”
“And now you will utilize that intel to help me free my brother, the prince, from their prison ship.” His princess smiled at him.