“Tomorrow, around noon, if we drive straight there through the night.”
It would be another all-nighter for him, he knew. Even if Zeph took the night shift, he would want to be aware of everything happening. He wasn’t happy that he was bringing Rylie and her family closer to danger, but there was no way he could go back to the homestead and leave the colony to its fate. He didn't want any more death; he didn't want to fail.
He was also uncertain if Zeph would leave if given half the chance. Staying away from Zeph’s spaceship was paramount until their mission was over. Netto couldn't risk it.
“You two look cute together.” Janet sounded behind him. He turned around and faced her.
“Thank you.”
Janet smiled and curtsied. “I'll give you guys some space. I'm sure there's a reason why the ship is moving below my feet.”
Netto didn't watch her leave.
He looked back at Rylie, unsure of what to say. He lost himself in her eyes and in the sound of her beating heart, and she stared back at him in a way that he couldn't read. He threaded his fingers through her hair, releasing her bun and allowing her long golden brown threads to fall around his hands.
“You're so beautiful,” he whispered.
“You're so full of it.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, wanting to drown in the taste of her. Wanting nothing more than to get lost in the endless ocean and sunshine of her soul.
“I'm full of a lot of things, but not lies. You make me feel full.”
Rylie let out a soft laugh against his lips and her hands came up to grip his biceps.
“I guess we have that in common, you make me feel full too. Except right now, I feel really empty right now.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder. Netto hunched over to make sure she was safe from the ceiling and the walls. Rylie gasped and held onto the back of his shirt, bunching up the cloth away from his skin.
He brought her to his quarters, shut the door, and silently connected with Zeph to tell him he was busy. It was enough to ensure a modicum of privacy.
He set Rylie on the bed and leaned over her, pressing his knee into the mattress. It barely fit her, let alone him, but he was used to cramped spaces and even a small bed couldn't keep him from enjoying her body.
Netto pulled up her shirt and ran his nose from her navel to her breasts, bringing the cloth with him before tugging the material up her arms and over her head. She didn't wear a bra and the sight of her peaked breasts snapped his remaining control.
Netto groaned against her skin before lashing his tongue over one taut nipple.
She arched up with a moan, her hands gripping the back of his head and pushing his mouth closer to her. He closed his lips over her tit and sucked while his other hand came up to grope and play with her other breast; massaging and pinching her other nipple to the rhythm of his sucking. Netto lifted up to look at her.
“We’ll have to be quiet,” he said.
“Yes.”
He enjoyed her curt answer before he dug his fingers into her waistband and pulled off her shorts, yanking her water shoes off with them. She was naked on the bed before him, and he captured the image in his head.
This time it wasn't a fantasy.
The smell of her sex filled his nose and Netto could taste the wet heat of it already on his lips. He wanted, needed it in his mouth and on his tongue.
He grabbed her panties from within her discarded shorts and buried his nose in them while his eyes remained on her flushed body. He swam in an ocean of her pheromones; he wanted it to be the only scent he ever smelled for the rest of his long life. His display made her shiver, pant, her tits lifted with each shallow breath.
He slammed his hand against the wall. It left an indentation. His teeth tore into her panties. A startled gasp filled his ears as he consumed the flimsy, delicious material.
Delicious.If he couldn’t sink his teeth into her, he could sink them into her clothes. Netto envisioned a future of Rylie’s panties being apart of his diet.
He was vaguely aware of her sitting up and gripping his midsection with an effort to try and shake him.
“I can't believe you did that!” she squeaked. “Can't believe you just ate my underwear. If I didn't know you were a Cyborg, I'd be seriously, seriously worried right now.” She shook her head making her hair tumble across her naked skin. “Oh my god, I am worried. Netto!”
