His help with procuring the wild plants and animals from across the universe was contingent on one thing: he worked alone. He worked alone and unhindered. That was why he had a staff of androids on his ship.
Dommik peeled off his black vest and straps–the tiny weapons hidden within–all while kicking off his boots until he was wearing nothing but his worn leather pants.
The chilly, nearly scentless air of his ship breezed past his muscles and filled his nose, cleansing the pungent rot of industry and sweat still there.
He fixated on one scent in particular. The unidentifiable smell of the pixie that had hounded him just an hour before. The smell could only be described as something new, something fresh, much like many of the scents on the barely habitable planets he visited. He bunched his muscles, feeling the strain of his warped body tighten around him.
His mind wandered to the wild tendrils around her cute face and the piercing green eyes that matched his threatening stare. The dusting of freckles across her pale features. He hardened as he pictured his very own fairy trapped behind a glass cage.
Dommik looked down at his skin, almost perfect and so very much human. But beneath the outer layer was something wrong and monstrous. He grabbed his cock through his pants and yanked it, annoyed with the ever-insistent need to mate.
Because he was a fiend.
And it had nothing to do with him being a Cyborg. He was one of a handful of later addition Cyborgs that could shift. That had dozens of animalistic instincts from countless places and times coded into them. The shifter Cyborgs were different from his fellow brethren. Normal Cyborgs couldn’t shift, they always retained their humanoid shape.
The shifters remained in close contact with each other, designed with a pack mentality, but still kept each other at an arm's length distance.
Even now, as he watched the stars zip past, his ship on autopilot to the winter-world of the Molucs, he wanted to darken the mechanical lights of his bridge until he was covered in a blanket of darkness. Where he was the mostalive.
His heavy hand still gripped his shaft between his legs, his fingers applying pressure, squeezing it through the thick material but his cock had a mind of its own. The thick mushroom head of it squeezed through the buckles at his pelvis.
A tiny bead of precum wetted the tip of his bulge. His animal instincts began to take over. His humanity faded away as he pictured the copper-haired girl stripped naked and waiting for him in his menagerie, panting and doey-eyed in her cage. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t function, moaning in heat and waiting for him to mount her hard from behind.
His little sprite, losing the ability to fly as he held her trapped under his body, pinned to the floor with his cock.
Dommik squeezed the head of his shaft, refusing to free it, losing himself in the fantasy. A terrible need to subdue came over him. His little fairy with the long legs cried helplessly for release.
His little fairy that was stripped of her wings.
The door swished open behind him. Dommik grunted and squeezed his crotch, mentally saying farewell to the girl in his mind, leaving her unfulfilled and breathless.
Bin-Two stepped into his stark bridge. He swiveled his seat and faced the robot.
“Dommik-One, the creatures in the lab have settled into their habitats. Moluc’s 1-8456 and 1-8457 melted the snow particles upon takeoff but have since fallen asleep with tranquilizers distributed by Bin-One. We have received numerous acquisitions from the Earthian Planetary Exploration Division. What is your request?” Bin-Two stood erect and uncaring that Dommik had his dick half out of his pants.
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Keep the Molucs fed and euphoric. We’re headed for their homeworld before we stop off at Ghost City, access has been granted to you with the current coordinates. Ignore the Exploration Division, I’ll take care of them.” Dommik turned back toward his console to deal with the hails and defense satellites. He opened up his most insistent communication. Mia appeared flustered and angry on the screen. Anger looked good on her.
“Accepted. What should Bin-One do about the new hire?” Bin-Two asked.
Dommik stopped. Mia opened her mouth. He had opened a communication to soon.
“What the hell, Cyborg? You take a nobody over me!? She’s not even an EPED employee.” Mia’s sing-song voice raged through the channel. He didn’t hear it. “Why don’t you have a shirt on?”
He swiveled his seat to face the android. “What did you say?” His still-hard cock twitched.
“Dommik! Face me, dammit–” Mia’s voice disappeared as he cut their connection off.
“Accepted. What should Bin-One do about the new hire?” the robot repeated.
“New hire?” he asked slowly.
“Katalina Jones. Resume integrated. Placed in quarters room one. Needs to be integrated. The Earthian Planetary Exploration Division is requesting her credentials and network access for contact, verification, and onboarding.”
Dommik got to his feet and stormed out of the bridge, leaving the hails and Bin-Two behind.
He knew he couldn’t trust fairies.
