Her body lit on fire as he forced his onslaught, pressing and pushing her, rounding her clit and pinching, milking every clench and moan from her soul.
And then his fingers were replaced by the sound of a rip and the hard rod of his dick. It conquered her. It destroyed her. It filled her to the brim and forced her submission.
The table shook beneath them as Dommik’s thrusting lifted her butt up into the air, his body a shell hunkered over her, breaking her contact to everything but him. The console crushed under his hand and pushed to the side. Sparks flew with every forced fuck.
Kat rode the waves of her Cyborg.
She was vaguely aware after her second explosive orgasm, that her essence wasn’t just her own anymore but a mixture of his seed and her priming. Her legs, the table, even the pads of her feet felt like they were slick with sex. Dommik kept cumming.
Kat moaned and let her control wilt to become his ragdoll. She pushed herself harder against him, taking her own pleasure.
She shrieked as another orgasmed was pulled from her just as she felt his body shift again. He changed while he fucked her. She braced as he pulled her to the floor and lifted her hips high up to display her core, her ass. Kat looked back to find a monster. Dommik thrust back into her as her eyes roved over his outline. She saw four legs, four legs instead of two.
He took her again as his limbs pinned around her, trapping her in a pistoning cage. She closed her eyes and held onto a set of his wrists above her head. The prickle of sharp teeth raked across the back of her neck.
I’m-I’m being fucked by a monster. A spider...
She came again and collapsed into the embrace of eight limbs and the smell of sex, metal, and Dommik.
***
He nuzzled her neck, her hair, her skin and lost himself into her erotic scent. He couldn’t get enough of her. Dommik lifted her into his arms and pulled her close, relishing the feel of her soft body against his hard one. Kat looked up at him with hooded eyes, specks of green irises that could bring him to his knees, framed between long brown eyelashes.
She was everything he wanted, everything he had been searching for throughout the galaxies. His home, his world, his very life was held by her hands and by her words.
He had taken her like the beast he can be and saw the exact moment on her face when she realized the extent of the creature he was. And she had shattered from it.
Something roared in his head and drowned his heart. Katalina looked at him now with satiation and even a glint of mischief.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned, pleased.
“I’m sorry too.” She stared at him. “What’re you hiding in the ship?”
Dommik laughed, “Myself.” He shifted his second pair of legs back into him before she could get a real eyeful. To darkness could hide a lot but it couldn’t hide everything.
“I wish you would show me,” she made a point of looking at his body. “I’m not easily scared away.”
“Oh, I know, I’m not sure I could get rid of you even if I tried.” He looked at her and stilled, knowing he had to tell her.
You’re carrying my child.He couldn’t bring himself to say it.We can have children.Dommik lifted her into his arms and walked them to the lavatory where her bathed them.I bred you without you knowing…
He watched his seed trickle over her thighs and go down the drain.
After they dried off, he took her to her quarters, where he uncharacteristically joined her in the small, single-sized bed. Their limbs twisted with a giggle and a grunt before they settled in. The bed held.
Kat poked and caressed his skin. “I can’t find your seams. You’re perfectly smooth. It’s almost like you’re an entirely different person...er...Cyborg when you change.”
“I am. Were you scared?” he rubbed his chin over her wet curls.
“Startled, I don’t know, shocked maybe? With everything that’s happened, I’m pretty desensitized. I liked it. Seeing you like that. Have you shown yourself to others?”
“Yes, other Cyborgs, my doctors, men in the field. I usually worked alone, same with the others’ like me. We were designed as an afterthought,” he spat the word out. “A theory and a test, a corruption of DNA, honing the right mind to control two forms.”
“I don’t see you as a corruption,” she whispered into his neck.
“I’m a spider, Kat, you hate bugs.”
“I don’t hate you.”
