Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,32
his match in every way.
Three planet rotations passed. They flew the royal freighter toward the prison ship, and Truth uncovered more and more about the princess he had claimed as his. All of his little human intrigued, excited, and aroused him.
She had freed the creatures on Altair Alpha with him, had thrown herself enthusiastically into the planning of the rescue, bringing levity to each training session. His princess had disrupted her attendants’ carefully crafted roles by calling Claude and Valentin, Father, and Marthe, Mother. That had pleased them, although they huffed about it not being proper. They couldn’t suppress their joy.
And she had bred with Truth with a passion that would daunt any other warrior.
It didn’t daunt him.
It turned him on. He was permanently stimulated around her.
His cock pressed against his body armor as she perched prissily on his knees, giving the cyborgs on the main viewscreen her full attention.
Doc was demonstrating how to remove the monitoring device the Humanoid Alliance beings had likely inserted into Nancy’s brother. Chuckles was his extremely grumpy patient.
“According to the databases, they attach it under the prisoner’s chin.” Doc tilted Chuckles’ head back. “Make a tiny incision.” He cut into the D Model. “Can you feel this?”
“You sprayed my entire body with pain inhibitors three times, medic.” Chuckles glared at the male. “I can’t feel anything.” His gaze shifted to Truth. “I’m doing this for you, you foolish bag of bolts.”
He owed all of them huge favors. “I purchased some assorted stones for your female.”
Chuckles’ grumbling lessened.
“Be precise.” Doc exchanged tools with his medic female. He was in knowledge-relay mode and clearly enjoying it. “If you slice into the device, it will explode.”
“Oh my.” Marthe’s voice was edged with distress.
Truth wasn’t concerned about blowing up his female’s brother. He was a cyborg, and cyborgs were always precise.
“Squeeze the device in the middle to remove it.” Doc extracted the inactive practice device. “And leave it in the chamber. If you remove it, it will detonate.”
Marthe made a hurting sound.
“Do you require another demonstration?” Doc’s tone was hopeful.
“You’re not slicing into me again, medic.” Chuckles winced as he stood. “The D Model might be malfunctioning, but he’s still a cyborg. He didn’t require the first demonstration, could have undertaken the procedure using the existing footage of it.”
The warrior wiped the blood off his neck and limped out of the medic bay.
Chuckles considered Truth’s jokes and laughter to be malfunctions.
“You can replay the demonstration if that is required.” Doc was undeterred by the male’s complaints. “If you have any questions or concerns, contact either my female or myself.”
The medic glanced at his assisting female. His face softened.
She glowed, brightening the chamber in the medic bay. Her head dipped.
Doc nodded back at her, the two of them communicating without speaking, and he looked down at the private viewscreen set on a nearby horizontal support. “Captain’s female asked me to relay she’s sending you a modification to the lifeform scans. It requires more testing and will give you additional information about the occupants of the prison ship.”
Truth reached around his female, tapped on the screen embedded in the ship’s console, verified the modification was received. “I’ve installed it. It appears to be functional.”
That wasn’t a surprise. Captain’s female was a skilled programmer, and she was careful with system modifications. She wouldn’t send substandard code.
“We’ll test it on the prison ship and any planets we pass.” That would add some excitement to the remaining journey. “Contact us if you have additional information.” Truth ended the transmission.
The images on the main viewscreen faded, replaced by the darkness of open space.
“Marthe, Claude, and I will take this shift.” Valentin had finally stopped fighting Truth’s relationship with his princess. The male no longer sought to separate them.
“We’ll take the next shift.” Truth lifted his female into his arms and jumped to his booted feet.
“I can walk.” His female’s protest lacked heat.
She liked being carried and he liked carrying her. “You need to save your energy.” He waggled his eyebrows as he conveyed her toward her private chambers.
“Do you intend to ravish me, cyborg?” His female laughed and kicked her fabric-covered feet. Her footwear was enchantingly impractical. The slippers were thin and soft and as brightly colored as her garments.
“Does my princess wish to be ravished?” He feigned surprise. “Is that proper?”
“That is not proper. At all.” The smile she gave him was wicked.
He felt its impact down to the base of his cock. “Improper is one of the many things I do well.”