Norah felt the spikes of a headache come on. She reached up to rub the bottom of her nose, expecting to find blood.If they’re this close…She couldn’t bring herself to finish the statement. “Stryker, we need to leave.” She tried to move out from under him. He held her down. “I’m scared.”
“Am I still perfect, Norah?”
Chapter Eleven:
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Stryker felt something within his circuits–no, his head–crack as he stared down at the naked woman under his hands. He sensed her fear, he felt it deep within his auditory and visual tech, but instead of soothing it away, he pinned her down, her legs thrust apart as he touched her.
Cleaning her was just an excuse.
Her fear just made her all the more enticing, it made her scent erotic. He felt his body want to shift around him and subdue her with his tail. His tongue forked down the middle and slithered between his teeth. Stryker leaned down to snake it within her pussy, to lick away her ache, and to tease the delicious wrinkle of her g-spot only to find his tongue shielded by the metal plate of his mask.
His cock jumped under his armor.
He heard the shriekers below them, knew they were back, knew they had never left to begin with. But he also knew they couldn’t reach them. There wasn’t enough water for them high up in the pods.
Norah gazed at him, her brows furrowed, her breath caught in her lungs. “Yes. Yes, you’re still perfect.”
It was music to his ears. He reached into his pack and dolloped another nickel of salve. He slipped his middle finger deep inside of her. Stryker twisted it to bump and rubbed her.
Two hands clasped his wrist and tried to push him away. “No, not now. Please, Stryker, I’m scared. Can we leave?” she begged.
He continued anyway. “We’re safe, babe, relax.”
She shook her head, sending her curls to spiral out everywhere. “We’re not.”
He rubbed her faster, and with his free hand, hooked her legs up around his waist. He leaned forward to smell her prickled cinnamon skin, a body that was hard yet soft enough to give and take all sorts of treatment, he pressed her pelvis down as his snake demanded her submission.
Stryker reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra. “They can’t leave the water,” he mumbled as he watched her caramel tips tighten into peaks that begged to be sucked. He threw his head back and struck at nothing.
“What?”
“If you want to leave,” he ignored her question, “You have to cum first.” He leaned over her, invading her personal space. He thrust in a second finger to pleasure her. Norah twitched and shook beneath him.
“I can’t,” she cried out, her eyes closed.
“You’re safe with me,” he whispered above her, driving his hand against her, fucking her without actually fucking her. “You promised not to hurt me. If you don’t submit, I’ll consider you untrustworthy.” His nostrils flared as the perfume of her essence refilled the space and the smell of sex returned, just for a moment, before the wind blew it away.
Her body arched and pressed up against him. He relished every gasp and pant she released as his fingers rolled inside of her. Stryker could feel her muscles tense, he could feel the tight walls of an unclaimed pussy grasp at his hand, he heard the hitch of a pained breath just before the orgasm he forced from her released.
He caught her chin and held her gaze as she screamed into his face. Her body rocking and writhing under his metal frame. And the horrible sensation of his hemipenis hardened and distended behind his cock. Stryker gritted his teeth and forced the abomination back within his metal plates.
Norah threw her legs around him and pressed up into his body, overcome with pleasure.
Stryker watched her. He took in every nuance and shudder she gave. He captured everything in his mind so he could relive this moment a million times in the future. The moment when he took possession of Norah Lee, a scientist of Earth, high up in a tree, on an alien planet, like a savage unbefitting of the name Cyborg.
Savage.It rang out like a curse in his head. It corrupted the files he had saved of this moment.
He lifted away, removing his fingers from her pussy, gently. Stryker smeared her scent over his rifle as a reminder as to why he was here in the first place.
The shriekers rose up in a cacophony around them.
Norah winced as her body tensed back up with fear. Stryker held out his hand. “Let’s go.” She took it with frayed composure. “I’m sorry.” He had never uttered the words before, not once in his entire existence and now here he was, convinced that Norah’s judgment of him was the only one that mattered.
“Why?” she asked as she lifted her hands to cover her ears. “Because you’re dangerous?”
Yes.
