Dommik sat in the bridge, alone, his eyes and half his systems monitored the channels and spaceways around his ship. Each day that went by, heading deeper into alien territory, each hour they moved closer to Xan’Mara and to the solar system that heralded the Trentian homeworld, Xanteaus Trent.
They hadn’t run into any scout ships yet, but that didn't mean anything. He sensed in his mechanical gut that the aliens knew he had crossed their borders. They may not be as technologically advanced as the Earthians but they had their ways...unexplainable ways.
The Space Lords and Knights that protected the Trentian species had abilities that couldn’t be explained scientifically. The thousands of autopsies the Earthians ran on the dead aliens, showed nothing of their powers.No tech in their bodies.
It was either that or they had a better way of hiding it than his creators.
Peace treaties my ass.
He wasn’t afraid of the aliens, he was created for the purpose of hunting them down and killing them. That programming could never be changed. And it was always the bottom line deep inside, ready and waiting for the day when he needed to revert back to his basic self. Until then, he was a monster hunter for the EPED.
He was also soon to be a father.
Dommik scraped his hand down his face. Kat had no idea he released his nanocells, preprogrammed to impregnate her, deep within her womb. Cyborgs couldn’t have children but here he was, breaking the cybernetic law and jeopardizing his brethren's hard-won peace.
There was only one way to truly claim a mate in the eyes of a Trentian and that was a child. If she was forced to encounter any of them while in their territory, they’d not only smell him all over her skin–which should be enough to satisfy them–but also be able to sense the baby growing within her.
My baby.He slammed his fist into the console, crushing a series of buttons. It sparked and crackled, lighting up the area around it in a glow. Dommik placed his hand on top of the flare and let himself burn as the room faded back into darkness. He watched as the outline of his hand brightened into an orange halo and the smell of burnt flesh filled the room.
He wasn’t infallible and he would be the first one to say he wasn’t experienced at wooing a girl. This one he desperately wanted and that desperation marred his common sense.
Dommik clicked on the security feed and found Kat’s heat signature in her quarters, barricading herself within the only place she thought was her own, holing up away from him.
It had been days since he handed her the half-eaten plant, days since her eyes widened in shock and the weed hit the floor. He thought facing her fear would help her recover from her trauma but now he understood something else…
You can’t heal a human with the switch of a button.
Human’s didn’t have internal technology to cure them. They didn’t have a switch to turn themselves off.
He tried to comprehend what it was like to be fully human, to not have the security of metal and steel lining his organs, to not have another program to update his systems. He tried to imagine what it was like to be vulnerable, unable to improve one’s existence, unable to regulate one’s hormones. To fall victim to your body’s chemistry.
Dommik couldn’t imagine it. Even compared to other Cyborgs, he was less human, less humane and he had to fake it. Sometimes he was even successful.
All he could imagine washer.
Her pixie features and flushed body. Her moans as he sunk deep inside of her, mewing like a kitten or the curls that wanted to spring out of his grip and resume their freedom. Her nipples bouncing with each of his thrusts as he forced her tight pussy to take him, all of him. Over and over until her eyes hooded with exhaustion.
He saw her struggling, trapped within his web of ropes, with drips of arousal gliding down her inner thighs, bound, waiting, and needy, begging him for everything.
Dommik let his animal instincts take over his head, succumbing to the fantasies he so desperately wanted to make real. His unburned hand wrapped around the steel length of his cock while his other fried. His cum shot out onto the floor into a white puddle of unused seed.
Seed that should be in her.
“Fuck!” Dommik lifted his hand from the circuitry and watched his skin heal. He listened as the ventilation cleared the smell of his wound from the bridge.
He yanked out a tool kit from his back port and got to work fixing the machine, wishing he knew what to do about his fairy.
***
A chime on her door woke her up.
“Go away,” Kat yelled out, curling up tight into a fetal position, succumbing to the nausea that was trying to drown her. She smacked her lips and swallowed the sour taste of her breath.
The door whipped open. She balled up further under her thin blanket.
“Please go away,” she mumbled this time.
Her only covering tore off her as familiar hands, four of them, lifted her off the bed and into a cradle of arms. She knew Dommik had four arms but the initial shock of feeling all of them at once made her shriek.
