Kat pressed her body up into his until she was fully covered, working her way inside his open shirt. He couldn’t get sick and she held onto that truth with a building frenzy. And when his lips parted, when his control came back to him, when he turned back on to respond to her, she had decided not to let him go.
Dommik would be the only machine for her.
Her back hit the wall and was pushed up until he had her at the same height as him. She clawed at him, needing to be closer, needing to purge herself of everything.
Kat whimpered when he humped her stomach with his metal-like erection, pounding her body into the wall. Her mouth was filled with his tongue, thick and demanding, licking her all over while his fingers gripped her ass, groping it painfully. She was being used, consumed, and she was basking in it.
She didn’t want him to stop, ever, her mind wanted to stay within the brink of this moment. Dommik was losing his Cyborg control, no matter how hard he tried to keep it, and she wanted him to lose it because if he did, she couldn’t be embarrassed if she lost hers.
The sounds of thumps and groans echoed off the small space, soon followed by the rip and tearing sounds of her clothing. They were almost flesh to flesh, and Kat, wanting more tugged on the seams of his armored suit.
Her shirt was torn straight down the middle, his nails like blades as his mouth pulled away to look down at her chest. She panted and writhed as her legs hooked over his hips.
“Please don’t stop.” Kat wasn’t above begging, especially when he could snap her in half. “I want you so badly, it hurts.”
“Wasn’t going to.”
Dommik’s hands squeezed her breasts, pushing them together, pushing them up. He stared at the pumped up cleavage, blushed with freckles and sweat, and she did nothing but let him play. His thumbs found the tips of her nipples under the soft fabric of her bra and rubbed them, throwing her into an arching frenzy.
His erection grew and speared into her belly. She let her hand slide down his chest to cup him, finding his thick, mushroom tip pointing straight at her. Kat had never felt passion like this or such electric desire. Dommik was gigantic and her body wanted it all.
Her core ached with need, ached to be filled, and by damn...she was going to force her body to take all of him.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she mewed, glancing back up to his ghoulish face still bent down to hers. He tweaked her tits.
“Do you like this bra?”
Kat looked down at its faded blue design. “Why?”
Dommik tore the tiny clasp of fabric and it fell away. All of her clothing, besides her pants, hung limp at her shoulders. His hands cupped her again, leaving her nipples free to his gaze and to be rubbed by his thumbs.
“Beautiful, pink, and pert,” he murmured, caressing her areolas in slow circles. They prickled under his eyes and beaded further, his touch heated her skin until it wasn’t only her core that was soaked but her skin as well. Kat squeezed the head of his dick. “Are you ready?”
Ready for sex?“Yes,” she pressed herself into him.
They locked eyes as he gently moved her hand away and unclasped his pants, they sagged on his hips, and with her help, they fell to his feet. It was then she noticed his skin-tight underlayer was a full-body suit, a second skin that perfectly outlined every tense muscle and groove on him. She swore she saw the shadow of scars on his chest but couldn’t be sure in the low-light.
“Let me go so I can look at you...help you peel off this layer?” she asked, lifting up to place whisper kisses on his cheek.
“No need,” he groaned. He lifted her higher on the now-slick glass and adjusted his grip. “It’s made with the same nanoparticles in my body. It moves and releases when I need it too,” she held on as he jostled her. “I control it as well as I control my body.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to fuck your breasts.” His suit split open, catching her off-guard, revealing a powerful body beneath. A body built for war. A body built for sex.
A body beyond her imagination. One that could send her to her knees and beg for.
Her heart raced as she looked at him. Muscles upon muscles, scars, and violence dressed his frame. Kat couldn’t see much but what she did see scared her. She was an average human girl, but next to him, clinging to him she felt more like a doll.
Her feet couldn’t touch, hugging his hips. She squeezed and tried again.I can’t clasp them.Her nails bit into his shoulders. But what was even more intimidating was that he didn’t feel wholly human under her grip. There was no ‘give or take’ with Dommik, he was a force in his own right. And as his erection sprang free, ground between their belly’s, it wasn’t a man’s cock that poked her, but a Cyborgs, and it was metal encased in tissue.
Kat didn’t need to look at it to know that it was slightly curved upward and that, she swore, probably appeared more like one of his ‘dagger-claws,’ a fifth one to match his four arms.
She slipped down the glass, his hands back on her ass. “Press them together,” he stared at her freed nipples, hunger in his eyes. “I’ll hold you up.”
Kat shivered but followed his orders, letting her hands fall to her chest.
“Don’t drop me,” she whispered.
