“Everything we need to make your life perfect, beautiful,” Zeph said with a hint of flirtatious disdain.
Janet looked down at him, judgmental in her demeanor. “Good, and here I thought you were all talk and no show.”
Netto commended the girl for holding her ground against a Cyborg who could kill her in one hundred different ways. He bowed his head and looked at the knife in his hand, hiding his smile.
“I can show you whatever you want, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you're not likely to appreciate it.”
Janet ignored him and turned to face Netto. Zeph stiffened at his side and if Netto didn't play it carefully, he knew the Croc was going to blow.
“So what's the plan?” she asked him.
“Zeph will stay above and protect while I'll go below and scout.” Netto leaned back.
“So Netto will do all the work.” She waved her hand at Zeph, “and you do nothing. Why am I not surprised? Zeph, I’ll go find you some towels to hold so you can at leastfeeluseful.” Janet turned and left as quickly as she had arrived.
Netto couldn’t help the painfully wide grin. He had never been so amused. The Croc was ready to commit murder, wavering on the edge of control time and time again by one scrap of a girl and he had the audacity to tell Netto to find his center. He glanced at the weapon in Zeph’s hand to find it bent.
“I'm glad one of us is amused,” he growled low.
Netto’s grin didn't waver, but he didn't say anything, simply enjoying the moment.
Zeph stormed out of the room, following Janet up the stairs. When his partner was gone, their upcoming task came back to weigh upon him. Netto buried his face in his hands, running his palms against his temples, and massaged the worry and strain from his face.
The evening was approaching and they wouldn't make it to the barrier until the next day. The dark had never bothered him before, and it didn't now.
But it had been a long time since he had been so far out on the ocean at night.
For the short duration he had served after the war with the EPED, his job hadn’t been to hunt monsters, retrieve supplies, or find cures. It had been to help colonies on planets with vast bodies of water. He had been bred for it and although his beast didn't belong in space, his cybernetic mothers and fathers believed there would always be a need for Cyborgs who could thrive in aquatic environments.
So here he was, many years later, working for the government again.
Netto inhaled deeply, allowing his lungs to fill up before expelling the thick air. He tasted the ocean on his tongue. Salt, sweat and boat exhaust before he cleared it from his system.
He hadn't seen Rylie since that afternoon because he was afraid. Afraid of the power he no longer controlled within his own frame.
A week ago, the thought of the female liking him would’ve been absurd. Netto’s fingernails dug into his thighs, past his suit, and into his skin. His cock twitched with the memory of her scent.
He could hear her footsteps up above, and when he concentrated, he could hear her breath, soft and precious, hushed and velvet; he could hear the thump of her heart and the movement of her body. He could hear her voice in the meek undertones beneath its well-crafted courage.
His name had come up multiple times and he tried not to eavesdrop, but her voice called to him with its magnificent sweetness. He was a starving man standing before a banquet just out of his reach.
His blood rushed to his manhood, thickening before he could stop it.
Netto watched his erection hardened and bulge, straining against his bio-wetsuit. His ear twitched. No one was coming and there was still time before his long night in the water. He focused on the hum in the walls and the waves hitting the ship; he pictured the rusty metal of the machinery and felt it within himself. Nothing helped weaken his cock.
Netto.Rylie's voice took his breath away.
He spread his thighs to release the pressure on his balls. He replayed his name on her lips again and again and knew he fought a losing battle. He looked down at the battering ram that was his erection.
Its massive size had been a side effect of his shark and Cyborg DNA and nanocells. It was proportionate to his body; thick, long, almost a limb in and of itself. Most of what was in him was bull shark, one that could withstand salt and freshwater but he still had an enormous amount of great white threaded through his veins.
The cybernetics doctors joked that they would have created him with megalodon DNA if they had any. Netto thanked the nano-gods for small favors.
Only an unappealing sexbot would ever be able to fit him. He was too wide to ever fit inside a female, and never a human woman, especially anyone as slight and small Rylie.
Netto gripped his dick as he pictured her. He stood up, holding his own monster in his hand, and stormed to Rylie's bunk. His tongue ran over the sharp points of his teeth as he gave in.
Maybe this will be enough. Maybe succumbing to my baser instincts will be enough to not take her.Enough to not picture her in his embrace everywhere he looked. Enough to not force himself upon her.
