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Kat was lifted off her feet and trapped in a four-armed embrace. She struggled to turn around to see her attacker but her limbs were held firm. Familiar, white fingers ripped into her clothing as she was carried into a glass enclosure. The usual bright lights of the menagerie dimmed down to the same gloom of the rest of the ship.
“Four hands,” she struggled out, flailing like a fish against a hard chest, it burned her back and as she slowly stopped struggling, the outline of a very large erection pressed into her back.
“Keep moving, Kat, it feels good,” Dommik purred into her ear. “Remember I gave you a choice.”
His voice tickled her skin, causing goosebumps to form down her restrained arms. Her body flushed with anxiety.
“I thought…”
“You thought what?”
“I don’t know. I thought you didn’t want...” She shook her head while her focus was still on the anomaly of the extra pair of identical hands. And they were identical, down to the same creases and color. “You have four hands,” she announced lamely.
He loosened his grip, flexing all four of them in front of her. She reached out and touched them only to spring her fingers back.
“You can touch them,” he said, his lips still on her ear. Kat slipped her palms over the forearms that weren’t clothed, petting the smooth skin and testing it under her fingertips. Dommik’s extra limbs were harder than his normal arms, although she had yet to see or feel them under his suit. They were warm to her touch, straining with their own tight tissue but when she squeezed them, she felt metal directly underneath. Kat grabbed the wrist of one of his other limbs and squeezed to find muscle and tissue.
“So they’re not the same.” She faced him. His clothing was pried open and pulled tight to let his new arms free, Kat wanted to look under his Kevlar and leather to see where the new limbs came from but was hindered by cloth. “I didn’t know Cyborgs could change their form.”
“I’m different, a subsect, there’s a handful of us and the only similarities we share are our cybernetic make-up and ouruniquedesign.” He tilted his head. “Netto, for instance, has extra parts to help him swim and dive deep under water.”
Kat found two of his hands and brought them to her face. “What do your extra arms help you do?” His fingers elongated and shifted as she watched, transfixed until they didn’t resemble anything human anymore, but one giant jointed spear. All four of them were now long daggers, sharp and double-clawed. A weapon. A frightening one.
“They help me pin things down,” Dommik flexed them and trapped her against the enclosure. “They help me climb. The claws at the end secrete poison.” Kat held her breath as he leaned into her and whispered, “My teeth do too.”
She felt more than she heard metal transforming along her cheek. It pressed into her skin hot and just a little bit wet. It was the only place Dommik touched her and that small spot became a pinnacle; all of her focus was on whatever part of him pressed against her skin. What felt like a tongue glided over the bump of her ear. Hot and horrible.
Kat shut her eyes. Teeth, pointed teeth scraped down her jaw and over her neck, under her ear lobe, as his wet tongue followed suit. Her body shook with need.
It was exhausted; she was exhausted. Her mind was spinning and yet her core yearned to be touched and be filled by him. Kat wanted him inside her, at least a part of her wanted it so much that she throbbed.
Hair slipped over her arm as Dommik gnawed on her pulse with a mouth that had no lips.
“I want you, still.”
“I can smell it.” One of his hands turned back, cupped her sex and squeezed, she squirmed and clutched onto him. “I could smell it on the other side of the ship. How wet you are. How wet you are for me...” He began to knead and massage the area between her legs and the more he did it, the more her essence spread. His teeth stayed on her throat like a threat as he forced more out of her. “You chose this.”
He pressed her back against the glass as she dry humped his hand, the other three held her in place. Kat danced on him, sliding up and down. “I chose this.”
Cyborgs can’t get sick. Cyborgs can’t get sick. Cyborgs can’t get sick.
She stiffened. “Dommik, you can’t get sick, right?” she asked, as he continued to play with her. The side of her throat slippery with saliva, his tongue and teeth left her, and when he moved away to look at her, his face was familiar. A face that was darkened by the shadows and resembled a skull.“Cagley said you can’t sick.”
“My body would fight off and destroy any pathogens I don’t want in my system. I can only get viruses.”
“Viruses...like colds?”
“Computer viruses.”
“What about parasites?”
“Same as pathogens. Why?” he asked, with his hand still milking her into a slow-boiling frenzy. Kat put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
His lips remained stiff under hers and his hand faltered between her legs. It didn’t deter her and as she licked the hard line of his mouth and her teeth came out to nip at him, she feasted on the taste of it all.
Musk and man. Metal and mint. And she could have sworn a hint of sweat.
