“Before I go, I want to thank you, Dommik. Dommik, thank you for killing the heretics, Xanteaus would not allow me to kill them until they drew first blood.” He ended on a patronizing, “Dommik,” before he vanished outside the door.
Dommik followed after him, only to find the passageway empty. He continued down through each door wedged open and kicked them closed behind him. Kat and his androids were down below, placing the O’lia flower away with the roach still alive and well on it.
He stormed past them and went to the still-opened hatch, closing it to a scene of countless Trentians readying to reap Xan’Mara with its own inquisition. Heralded by a thousand splintering rainbows.
“Bin-One, ready us for take-off,” he called out. “We’re headed for Earth.”
He felt the chinks and gaps in his frame as he approached Kat, she looked at everything and nothing except him.
“You’re covered in filth.”
“Thank you for your observation, I know that already.” She turned to walk away.
“We need to talk,” he followed her.
“Not right now.” She stopped at the door to her quarters. It didn’t open.
“Yes, right now. You’re upset and you could be hurt, you need to go to medical.”
Kat turned to him launching into a spit-fire rage as she started to hit him, pummel him, claw at him in any and every way that she could, screaming all the while. He let her use him, let her cry and hit him until the furor simmered to anger. Until her body shook with exhaustion.
She leaned her forehead on his chest and he reached up to pet her hair, “You knew. You knew and didn’t tell me. Why?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
“I didn’t want you to hate me,” Dommik sighed.
“When? How did it happen?” She trembled against him. “How did it happen? I haven’t slept with anyone but you. Wh–who raped me?” Her words broke into pieces.
My heart bleeds.
He cupped her face and forced her to look up at him. “No one raped you, Kat.” And caught her tears with his fingers. “It’s mine. Ours.” His hold on her tightened. “I would never let anyone harm you. Never. You’re mine, forever, whether you accept it or not. You chose me and I took you. I would–will destroy any man who touches you.”
Dommik willed her to look at him, willed her back to him, willed whatever they had between them to survive. He needed her to see the emotion in his emotionless eyes.Maybe I ask too much.
“I chose the job over Ghost, not you and not this baby, you’ve taken all my choices away,” she hissed, pulling herself out of his arms. “I hate you!” Kat moved away from him and stood next to her door, waiting to be let into her room. “Please, please just let me go. I can’t think. I can’t feel, I can’t feel anything. I’m numb! You made me numb!” Her hands closed into fists at her side with the gleam to strike him again. He was ready to take whatever she gave him.
“Kat…”I don’t know what to say.
“You don’t get to call me that, not anymore!” Instead, she hit the door and screamed. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! You are a monster!” Each word accompanied with the loud thunk of vibrating aluminum.
Dommik’s eyes narrowed as she retreated from him physically, mentally, the wild look of her gone and the green dimmed to dust in her irises. Her clothes soiled and torn, dirt and dried blood on her skin, and the copper curls now straight and plastered to her face. “No,” he reached for her and pushed her against the wall where he devoured her unresponsive mouth until she devoured him back. “No.”
They fed off the chaos. He fed on his desperation. She bit his lip and took his violence. Dommik gave her everything with rage, his metal body, and his soul.
He pinned her, pressing hard, needing to feel every curve and contour of her body against his and felt her hands reach between them and tug at his pants. He peeled hers off as she worked his down. Her hands found his tightening cock and gripped it.
“No,” he growled and ground himself into her. Kat tugged at his hair sending prickles through him. Dommik smelled her arousal as his fingers dipped between her legs to find her clit.
“I need,” she threw her head back. “I need…”
“What do you need?” He rubbed her in sure, slow strokes, finding his own pleasure as she buckled.
“To come, please,” she panted. “I thought you were dead. I hate you.”
Dommik lifted her and hooked her legs around him, she held on as he returned to her pussy, her pussy that clenched around his fingers as he penetrated it, rubbing her g-spot and scissoring to stretch her tight walls to take him. He was desperate to get inside of her, to fill her up, to fuck her wet slit into oblivion.
To be the only insect within her, to be the only parasite she had to endure. He was it, he was hers.
“I hate you,” she said again as he replaced his hand with the thick head of his cock.
