Stryker shifted his lower body, waving his tail under the water, propelling them forward. The heat signatures didn’t follow them.
But that didn’t stop him from keeping a part of his hardware focused on them. His breath hissed between his teeth. Norah’s heat bore down on him. The part of him that was a man, a Cyborg, acknowledged that her cunt was pressed up against the back of his neck.
And it only made it worse, knowing how close it was to his lips, his tongue, when she questioned his manhood.
His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of her sweat and desperation. His dick hardened in his suit, pushing away from his shifted lower half under the water.
The bugs continued to bite him. Stryker paid them no mind.
He adjusted his grip and pressed her harder against him. Part of him that wanted to give into his baser instincts grew within his head. The harder his dick became, the heavier it was. His enhanced, nanocellular blood pooled between his legs.
It started to shift, his erection, releasing his secondary one from his body. It snapped him back into his own mind. Stryker locked himself down. He loosened his hold on his gun.
He made it in record time to the building. The facility, half flooded, appeared from between the thick foliage.
“You said you had a vehicle?” Stryker swallowed and ran out into the open where there was no cover from the rain.
“Go to the right.” He followed her directions until a four-person lift came into view. A drop-ship. Half submerged but still landside. “It’s still there,” she sighed over the top of his head. His other head strained against his nanosuit.
Stryker ran to the vehicle and unhooked her legs. Norah lifted off of his shoulders as she climbed to the roof of the land-craft.
“Do you know where your spaceship is located?” he asked as he grabbed the handle and slithered his mind into the drop-ship, terra vehicles controls, overriding its systems and taking control of its software. The click of the door handle unlocked under his palm.
“South, it’s south from here, if you follow the...clearing. Is it working?”
Stryker pulled on the door, against the water pressure, showing off his strength and letting the front footrest flood.
“It’s working.” He lifted Norah off the top and cradled her in his arms, setting her down on the passenger side. He followed, shifting his body back to normal, and shut the door against the encroaching tide. He threw the packs on the seats in the back. “Keep your legs out of the water,” he instructed, sinking his own feet onto the footrests.
The back of his neck remained hot with loss. He had never had a woman so close to his mouth before. It unnerved him. The fact that he was having sexual feelingsat allworried him.
He suffered from bloodlust and violent tendencies like most Cyborgs, but never like how he felt toward Norah. Stryker steeled his nerve and adjusted his position. It was unlike him to react. He gripped the wheel and forced his thoughts elsewhere.
He flooded the land-craft with his own power reserves and shot it into the air. It hovered just above the bog. Stryker swung the vehicle around and headed south.
Music blared, Norah screamed and buried her head into her knees. Heavy metal wailed until he found the knob to turn down the volume. “Just music. Just really bad music.”
“Just music…”
“Yeah.”
She laughed. Stryker glanced at Norah as he urged the flyer into a steady speed, maneuvering it between the trees.
“It’s just music.”
He smiled under his band. “Ever heard it before?” he teased.
“Music?” Norah lifted her head off her knees.
He chuckled, “Yeah, music.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it before.”
The clouds swirled overhead, thickening until it looked like a rotten marshmallow paste. Silence fell between them.
His mouth kept opening to speak, only to close again, not knowing what to say. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear the hopeless hope that tinged every one of her words.
“What kind of music do you like?” The downpour veiled them from the jungle. He slowed down, keeping south.
