Disappointment swept over Nancy. She couldn’t stuff all of him into her mouth. He was too large.
Her shoulders squared. But she would satisfy her cyborg. She covered the rest of his shaft with her fingers, applying pressure to his flesh, seeking to prolong the experience for both of them.
Her cyborg’s fingers twisted in her hair, the pricks of pain stimulating her.
She drew her head back, dragging her lips over his cock, retreating to his rim. For one heartbeat, she didn’t move. She remained still, building his anticipation. Then she surged forward, taking as much of her warrior as she could, her fingers serving as a buffer, ensuring she didn’t inhale too deeply.
He closed his legs around her, caging her with his body. The message was clear. She would remain there until she was done, until he had come.
Nancy accepted that arrangement, had no intentions of leaving. Not now. Not ever.
She drew her head back, paused, surged forward, drew her head back, paused, surged forward. His hips rocked, her active male unable to remain still. She varied her approach, taking him deep, deep, then shallow, deep, shallow.
The changes kept her cyborg off balance, blocked his efforts to regain control. And it fed the need he had for variety, for excitement. She knew him as he knew her, utilized that knowledge now to give him pleasure, to show him the caring burning in her chest, in her heart, in her soul.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” He thrust upward, out of sync with her efforts.
They crashed together and fell apart. Her clasp on his base prevented him from delving too far, from inadvertently hurting her.
She inhaled his huge cock, her cheeks indenting around him, and released him, repeating that rhythm. Her lips hummed. Her own fervor built. The connection between them strengthened, swirling around her, binding the two of them together.
All her lifespan, she had been cut off from others, barricaded by her royal status, set apart…until she met him. He had joked and teased his way inside the walls she’d erected around herself.
She couldn’t imagine returning to that isolation. That prospect hurt her, made her frantic. She sucked harder, worked his cock faster, harder.
He grunted, driving her down on him as he lifted upward. Her cyborg was close to release. His balls hugged his shaft. His eyes were wild.
She tried to slow their pace, make the experience last. Her teeth grazed his flesh.
He roared, thrusting fiercely. His base smacked her fingers and he exploded. Hot pulses of cum shot into her mouth, battered the back of her throat.
That barrage of nanocybotic-infused essence brought the greatest bliss. She screamed around his cock, shaking with the impact.
“Yes.” He bellowed his reply, coming again, still, forever. His eyes went dark, not a flicker of energy lighting them.
More ecstasy hit her. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, but it was too much for her to handle. His essence dripped down her chin, leaving a trail of fizzing. It resembled the caresses of a thousand fingertips along her skin, was felt in her mouth, on her neck, radiating out to her hands and to her feet. There was no part of her that remained untouched.
He held her to him. She couldn’t escape the decadence, her ravishment, was forced to experience it all. And she took that because she was his equal, was the princess to his warrior soul. She drained him dry, licked him clean, gazing up at him.
Streaks of brilliant blue flashed in his eyes like lightning strikes during a storm. “You shut down my systems. Every fraggin’ time.” He pulled her onto his lap.
She had that power—to deactivate him. Nancy lifted her chin. “I am your princess.”
He smiled, his expression dazed. “You are my princess.” He captured her face between his hands and covered her lips with his, stroking into her mouth.
She must taste like him. Her chaos-loving cyborg didn’t seem to mind that.
He kissed her with a passion that made her toes curl. His tongue tumbled, tangled with hers. His fingers splayed over her cheeks.
Her heart was his. Nancy pressed against Truth.
If he wasn’t by her side, she wouldn’t be whole. That part of her would be missing.
She couldn’t let him go.
Chapter Thirteen
The flight to Royaume took twenty-one planet rotations.
That lengthy duration wasn’t due to the distance traversed. The determining factor was the speed they were traveling.
The royal freighter was utilizing merely 58.3675 percent of its engine capacity.
That was a choice made by Truth’s princess. She had supplied a variety of reasons for extending the voyage.
Her