Mine.
You.
Zeph gazed at her with adoring, harrowing, obsessive hunger, mirroring back the emotions she felt as well. And at that moment, as his eyes shut with pleasure, and his lips snarled open to bare his sharp teeth, she knew she had him completely.
He thrust into her once more, clutching her with his hands, and she felt his thick shaft expand slightly and vibrate inside her. She inhaled sharply as the heat of his seed filled her, forcing her to take even more of him. A single drop of sweat dripped from his brow to land on her cheek. She hadn’t even known that Cyborgs could sweat.
She reached up to touch him, afraid he would disappear. “Zeph,” she whispered, almost reverently as his breathing slowed. He continued to pump shallowly as her climax continued to course through her body.
“Hector,” he rasped.
“What?”
“My name is Hector.”
20
Hector rushed toward the acquisition that was heading straight for his and Zeph’s ship. He studied its heat signature as it blipped on his internal radar. It continued to grow as they neared each other. He could just make out his ship in the distance.
“I’m going to win,” he taunted, still connected with Zeph, who was moving at a much slower rate than he was beneath the rocky surface.
“Over my dead, immortal cybernetic body.”
Hector burst out with laughter. There was no way he wasn’t going to win, not even being held back by the overwhelming pressure of his suit. He jumped over a craggy ledge and caught sight of the monster. At first glance, it looked like a crab, or a spider skittering across the landscape.
He commed over. “I have visual.”
Zeph grunted in answer.
Hector pulled out a tranq and a net, swinging the charged mesh out in preparation. The crab grew larger as he charged toward it, but it looked no heavier than a zookeeper’s bear with the weight to match. He reached the ship right before it did and released his oxygen valve just enough to jump onto the sleek, metal side-paneling. He pulled himself up as the sound of snapping claws filled his audio.
He readied his net and grinned. “I win.”
“I think we have a problem,” Zeph said.
The crab-like monster continued to claw at him from below.
“You have a problem,” Hector corrected. He readied his net and dropped it over the monster, watching as the material stunned it and pulled in on itself. The more the monster struggled, the tighter it became.
Zeph blasted his audio. “Fuck, check your sensory radar!”
Hector sighed and jumped from his position to seize the trapped creature. He tuned over to his radar just as an unusual clicking filled his feed...and stopped. Thousands. Thousands of monsters were heading straight for him.
“Fuck!”
The rumbling vibrations below his feet built ever so subtly. He cursed as he studied his surroundings, looking for more of the crabs in the distance. Nothing but craggy, sharp rocks, and the one monster lying at his feet was all he could see.
Zeph’s voice filled his head, “I’m turning back.”
“You won’t make it.” Hector grabbed the handle of his net and began to drag the crab-like alien toward the loading bay. Pebbles and dust danced around his boots. He lugged the acquisition around the corner of his ship and looked up. There they were.
The roar of their many legs swept over Hector as they rushed and crawled straight for him, kicking up a huge wave of asteroid dust. His skin shifted to the color of the rocky, brown asteroid but it would do little to help him under his space-suit. Hector dropped the net and reached for his weapon, ducking down, and maneuvering the rest of the way to the opening of his ship. “Get out from under the ground!” he yelled into his link to Zeph. “Now!”
The clicking rose, drowning out the feed, and then it fell silent.
“Zeph?”
No answer.
