His body purred, and he held her tight against him. Their tongues danced around each other, fighting for dominance. She ground her hips into his. He ran his arms over her back, feeling the curves of her angles, like fine art.
She moaned and rocked against his rod. Or that could have been him. The Craving boiled through him so vigorously, he could not seem to maintain his calm. His body responded with a primal ferocity; his cyborg circuitry surged to control his receptors.
Yet they didn’t work.
And for once, Wrathin wasn’t interested in finding his calm, either. The fantastic feeling overwhelmed him. Like the pool, but more. He yanked her hips hard against him, one hand on her back, the other under her rear. It felt like he’d snapped a puzzle piece together.
She let out a purr and pulled away a bit.
Their eyes met.
And she got a wicked smile on her face.
“Veta,” he said.
She licked her lips.
And slid down his body until she knelt before him.
“What are you doing?”
“Something you’ll love,” she said. She tugged at the fabric of his pants. “How do you—”
“Clothing off,” Wrathin said.
The clothing vanished, falling back into the lysteel ports.
“Convenient,” Veta said and wrapped her hands around his member.
“Should we be—” His words died when she licked him. Receptors fired, and he could barely process.
Except that it felt incredible.
Veta stroked him. “Enjoying this?”
“Wicked woman,” he said, meeting her gaze. “You are breaking my programming.”
“Good.” She took the head of him in her mouth.
He groaned and put his hands on her head, and savored how it felt, sinking as much as he could into her mouth. Not the same as before, but still more.
She slid him in and out, the intimate sucking stimulating The Craving, unlike anything he’d known.
No humanoid had ever donethisto him.
He wondered if any of his squad had ever experienced such pleasure before. He stroked the base with one hand as she licked and toyed with the head. He put the other hand behind her head and felt himself close to completion.
He paused and pushed her back.
Veta stopped and stared at him. “You’re so close.”
“I do not want to deny you,” he said.
“Later for me.” She leaned in.
“No. That is not balanced.”
She raised her eyebrow. “I wouldn’t be doing it if it didn’t bring me pleasure.” And she grabbed him, taking him in her mouth again.
