Containing Malice, page 18
Mercy. She was close. Her inner walls closed around him. Her arms and legs trembled. She—
He drove deep, filling her with hard cock, and swiveled his hips. An unyielding part of him brushed against her clit, and that sweet pressure pushed her over the edge of fulfillment.
“Malice.” She screamed his name and clenched his shaft, seeking to hold onto him, her warrior, her constant, as she fell into the decadent abyss.
“Love.” Her cyborg tilted his head back and roared, joining her in erotic abandonment. Spurts of cum shot from his tip, bathing her intimate flesh with overwhelming bliss.
She called his name louder, raked his chest with her fingertips, gyrated, bombarded with the most exquisite rapture. Her pussy walls constricted around his shaft once more.
He came again. His eyes had gone dark. His big form shook with the power of his release. And she was sucked downward into the euphoria. It was so acute she tasted it on her tongue, saw splashes of color around his countenance, heard the rush of wind in her ears.
She found satisfaction over and over, losing track of how many times she dived into that vortex, taking him with her. The acuteness of her ecstasy eased. Those spaces inside her remained warmed by love, by her bond with her warrior.
He held her through it, keeping her safe. His shoulders shuddered. His chest heaved. His face was stark with strain. Yet he didn’t fall. He didn’t drop her. Her cyborg pinned her in place, caging her with his form, protecting her from herself.
They stayed like that for many moments, not moving, not speaking, simply enjoying each other’s company, savoring the link between them.
He was right. They were one. She couldn’t imagine a future without him.
It was now her task to imagine a lifespan with him. And with Valor, his friend.
She liked the male, would never ask Malice to part from him. “Valor seemed excited about the role Cadet offered him.”
The E Model wanted to be wanted.
Illona understood how he felt. Her fingers splayed over her cyborg’s chest. She liked being wanted also.
“Delete Valor from your processors for a heartbeat, Medic.” Malice lifted his head and frowned at her. “What excites you?”
“You excite me.” She had come multiple times, should be completely sated, yet she wanted him again, always.
His eyes gleamed and his cock hardened inside her. He wanted her again also. “Did Cadet’s offer excite you?”
“Some of the cyborgs will never accept me, Malice.” She had seen the hatred in Strain’s eyes. The male had wanted to kill her. And he wouldn’t be the only warrior to feel that way about her. “That will bother you.”
Her cyborg’s frown deepened.
“And don’t tell me to delete you from my processors also.” She prevented him from issuing that impossible command. “I would die before I did that. You are my universe.”
They stared at each other for one long moment.
Illona wouldn’t back down, not about this.
Malice was a part of her. She would always consider his wants and his needs.
He sighed. “You’re a stubborn female.” Her cyborg kissed her forehead, that tender act from her primitive male turning her heart to mush. “I have no control over other cyborgs’ malfunctioning processors. The only way they could bother me is if they bother you. And then I will flatten them.” He cracked his knuckles. “Their mock battles will be very real.”
He sounded like he’d enjoy pounding them into the ground.
She pursed her lips. “They won’t accept you if you flatten them.”
“I’m not seeking acceptance.” Her warrior shrugged his broad shoulders. “That isn’t a C Model requirement. And it isn’t an applicable input. There is a mere 5.4586 percent probability we’ll be embraced by all the residents in any settlement we claim as our home.”
She suspected the likelihood of being accepted was lower than 5.4586 percent.
Some cyborgs would hate her since she was human, the same species as their former tormenters.
The Humanoid Alliance and their brutish invasions ensured almost all humans and humanoids in the universe feared cyborgs. They viewed Malice’s kind as killing machines.
That might not bother her cyborg. He didn’t hold a high opinion of humans and humanoids.
But it would bother his more soft-hearted friend. Valor wanted to be liked, to be accepted.
She preferred to be the being hated. “I will always be in danger and that will torment you.”
Her male was extremely protective of her.
“I’m not allowing you out of my sightlines.” Malice confirmed her suspicions. “But there is a mere 0.2539 percent probability you will always be in danger. According to Cadet, the cyborgs who aren’t tolerant of humans are isolated to a sector on Mercury Minor.” His spine straightened and his stance widened. “If any of them do come near us, I’ll turn them into mush.” That was said a bit too zealously for Illona’s comfort. “Someone else will have to repair them because you’ll be repairing the females.”
“I’ll be overseeing the healing of all the humans and humanoids, not merely the females.” She corrected him.
The prospect of having patients again excited her. She’d missed that so very much.
“97.1981 percent of the humans and humanoids on Mercury Minor are female.” His smug tone relayed that pleased her possessive male.
She was unlikely to find a medic role anywhere else with a patient load that skewed so heavily female. “I would have a new medic bay.” That appealed to her also. “And access to a variety of devices and supplies.”
The Humanoid Alliance had greatly limited her resources. And, before they had captured her, she had healed near battlefields, had only the supplies and devices she could easily carry.
“I could help so many beings.” She would better honor Medic Anahit, her mentor, in those surroundings.
Illona’s gaze lost focus as she envisioned an immaculately clean, cutting-edge medic bay. Life-saving equipment would line the chambers. There would be pain inhibitors for everyone who hurt. Beings would walk out of its doors, fully healed, whole. There would be no deaths due to lack of supplies, no babies screaming in agony.
She sighed. Stars. She wanted those facilities.
“We’re choosing Mercury Minor.” Malice’s voice was firm.
She blinked, returning to the present. “The decision isn’t that easy.”
“It is that easy.” Her cyborg kissed her hard on the lips. “You want your new medic bay. I want that for you. You’ll repair beings. I’ll pound into the ground anyone who tries to touch you.” He flexed his biceps. “We’ll breed. Often. Valor will have the role he wants. There will be human and humanoid females for him to chatter to, and he won’t expect a constant stream of words from me. We’ll all be fraggin’ happy.”
Illona stared at him. “That would make you happy?”
“You make me happy.” Her warrior lowered his hands, drifting them over her form, leaving a trail of excitement, of desire, on her skin. “We’ll talk to Valor, relay our answer to Cadet.” He squeezed her hips. “But first, we have to breed.”
He considered the matter of their future to be closed…and she supposed it was decided. The only reservation she’d had about Mercury Minor was the possibility of not being accepted by some of the cyborgs, and Malice didn’t appear to care about that. Her C Model cyborg might relish that excuse to fight.
And she really wanted to have access to a new medic bay.
“We’re going to Mercury Minor.” She smiled at the male she adored.
“We’re going to Mercury Minor.” Malice nodded. Approval and anticipation and love shone in his brilliant blue eyes. “But first, we’ll breed.”
“But first, we’ll breed.” She laughed, overjoyed, in love, and so very alive.
Chapter Eighteen
The modified freighter landed on Mercury Minor seventeen planet rotations later. Malice’s little medic tended to her patients over that duration. And they made good use of the storage chamber, breeding multiple times a planet rotation.
His female hosted as many of his nanocybotics as he could relay. Malice breathed deeply, smelling himself on her. Other cyborgs would process she was his. And she would repair faster if she was damaged.
The prospect of his fragile human being harmed unnerved him. Greatly.
She wouldn’t be leaving his arms until he was 100.0000 percent certain she was safe. He hefted her higher against his body armor-covered chest.
Her own garments were useless, wouldn’t protect her from a fraggin’ thing.
Grudge, the C Model with the purely mechanical arm, had found flight suits for Illona and the humanoid females. His medic’s garment was much too large for her and it was red, not light blue as her role warranted, but it would suffice.
She wore her white jacket over it. Anyone they met, if their processors were fully functional, would realize she was a medic, would give her the respect a being holding that role deserved.
If they didn’t treat her that way, Malice would pound that deference into them. He widened his stance as they waited for Cadet to authorize their exit from the human-and-humanoid chamber.
The newly freed cyborgs, with the exception of himself and Valor, were being escorted from the ship first. They would be transported to their cyborg-only terrain, where they would be far from his breakable human.
“I should check on my patient.” Illona wiggled in Malice’s arms.
The human female rested on a portable sleeping support. She repaired appallingly slowly and was unable to walk to their transport.
His female would have the same vulnerability if she didn’t host his nanocybotics. He silently vowed to breed with her as soon as they were alone.
“The J Model is watching over your patient.” And he would watch over his little medic. He tightened his hold on her. No one would touch her.
He caught Valor’s gaze, inclined his head toward Illona.
The E Model nodded. His friend would keep her safe if something happened to him.
Valor inclined his head toward the humanoid females. They crowded close to his friend. Their eyes were wide with worry and they were unusually quiet.
Malice huffed. The warrior wanted him to protect those females also.
Then he would do that. He nodded. Protecting the humanoid females would make his friend happy, and participating in a battle would bring him joy.
Fraggin’ hole. Doing anything, other than waiting, would give him pleasure.
Energy surged through his circuits. His senses were on high alert.
He looked at his female.
“We’re not breeding right now.” Her cheeks turned red. “We are in a—”
The door opened. Her words stopped.
Cadet stepped forward, gazed at him, at his female, and sighed. “You plan to carry her the entire time…because, of course you are. You’re a C Model, and you don’t trust anyone other than yourself to protect her.”
Malice grunted. That was exactly what he was processing.
The female cyborg shook her head. “I’m not carrying that arrogant warrior.” She grumbled that illogical response. “He can protect his blasted own self.”
Malice lifted his eyebrows.
“Follow me.” Cadet said that louder.
She turned and stomped out of the chamber, along the hallway.
Malice hunched over his female, shielding her with his form, and followed Cadet. He monitored the space around them as he carried his fragile little human through the modified freighter.
The humanoid females trailed behind him.
Valor guarded their rear.
Patch was positioned at the back of their group. The J Model guided the sleeping support with the severely damaged female through the narrow spaces.
A gust of wind hit Malice as they approached the open door. He inhaled, running diagnostics on the air. The oxygen levels were sufficient for his fragile human female. There were no toxins that might damage her.
He stepped onto the ramp with her. A single sun shone over their heads, heating his body armor-clad shoulders. The sky was blue, clear of other vessels. Green vegetation swayed in the breeze.
“It’s beautiful.” His little medic smiled.
“It’s dangerous.” He looked around them.
A transport ship was parked nearby. Beings, all of them cyborg, lingered by the small vessel.
There were too many warriors, and he hadn’t met any of them, couldn’t project whether they were friends or foes. Malice stopped near the bottom of the ramp, clutching his female to his chest. He tilted his head back. “We could be attacked from too many different directions.”
“They could be friendly, cyborg.” His female reached up, touched his cheek.
He pressed his face against her palms, savoring her touch. “I can’t risk your safety.”
And he wasn’t the only being who was uneasy about the openness of the terrain.
To their right, in the distance, a large C Model also held a human female high against his form. That male didn’t trust his surroundings either.
“I don’t like this.” Malice emphasized his unhappiness with a growl.
“What is it?” Cadet turned, gazed at him. “Stars. It is safe, C Model. No one will damage you here.” Her gaze shifted to Malice’s female. “Tell your warrior it’s safe.”
“I trust my warrior’s judgment.” Illona lowered her hands, splaying her fingers over his body armor-covered chest.
His female trusted him. Malice stood straighter.
And she loved him, as he loved her.
“This is a cyborg-controlled and protected planet.” Cadet frowned. “You are safe here.”
“That C Model doesn’t agree with you.” Malice looked pointedly at the warrior in the distance. “He senses danger also.”
The male hadn’t set his human female down.
Cadet followed his line of sight and laughed. “The danger that C Model senses is you.” She shook her head. “I’ll introduce you to him. If I don’t do that, each of you will add even more defenses to the planet, seeking to safeguard it from the other.” She shifted her gaze. “The rest of you stay here. My dad has a low tolerance for strangers.”
“Dad.” The word was repeated by Illona and Valor.
“Malice?” The E Model stepped forward.
“Stay here and protect the humanoid females.” Malice reinforced Cadet’s command and added a task for his always-needing-to-be-needed friend to focus on. “I’ll call for you if I sense danger.”
“Fraggin’ hole. There’s no danger, C Model.” Cadet rolled her eyes, turned and strode toward the cyborg she’d called Dad and the human female he assumed was her mom.
Malice caught up to her, carrying his female snug against his form.
“They’re like us.” His little medic whispered that erroneous observation.
“She has yellow hair. You have black hair.” Malice pointed out that glaring difference. “She isn’t wearing a medic jacket and—”
“She’s human and he’s a C Model cyborg.” His female countered with a similarity.
“We C Models aren’t all the same.” Cadet’s tone was dry. “But you won’t process that when you meet my dad. He’s very much like your warrior…except he was damaged more severely. Verbal communication isn’t a skill set of his.”
“Verbal communication isn’t a skill set of Malice’s either.” His female’s smile relayed she didn’t view that as a deficiency.
Which was good because verbal communication wasn’t a skill set of his. Having been friends with a verbally adept E Model for 6.2659 human lifespans, Malice was fully cognizant of that fact.
“Don’t touch your weapons…or my mom…or me.” Cadet issued those unnecessary warnings as they neared the couple. “He’s as protective of his females as you are of yours.”
The C Model eyed Malice with palpable unease, hefted his female higher against his chest.
Malice did the same.
The two females smiled at each other, showing absolutely no caution.
They both fraggin’ needed protection. Malice rumbled with discontentment.
That sound was echoed by the other C Model.
“Dad, they’re friends.” Cadet rushed up to him, gave him and her mom a hug. “The C Model reminds me of you.” She lowered her voice. “He’s worried his female isn’t safe here.”
Malice could hear her clearly.
“Safe.” Her dad frowned.
“You tell him that.” Cadet stepped back. Her normally hard countenance was soft with love. “Dad, Mom, I’d like you to meet Malice and Medic Illona.” She waved at them. “They’ll be staying with us, here on Mercury Minor, for, I hope, a lifetime.”
“A medic.” Cadet’s mom clasped her hands together, her respect for his female’s role immediately earning her Malice’s appreciation. “What is it—my birthing planet rotation, Eir…daughter? I’ve been longing for a female medic for solar cycles.”
“I hope not to disappoint you.” Illona’s cheeks were tinged with pink pigment. Her eyes glowed.
His female was flattered by the attention.
Some of Malice’s unease dissipated.
“Ghost.” Her dad grunted what Malice assumed was his name. “Mine.” He looked at his female. “Ours.” He gestured to Cadet. His gaze shifted to Illona. “Ours.”
“Mine.” Malice corrected him. Illona belonged to him.
“Ours.” The C Model nodded. He held his female, Cadet’s mom, with one arm, swept the other around them. “Safe. Stay.”
“My dad designed most of the security systems for the planet.” Pride edged Cadet’s voice. “There’s no safer place in the universe for our kind.” Her lips lifted. “And that includes the Homeland, although the leader of the cyborg council arrogantly believes otherwise.”
“He might not be that bad when you get to know him, daughter.” Her mom pursed her lips. “You have to give him a chance.”
“Ours.” Her dad dipped his head again and sighed.
“I’ve given him enough chances.” Cadet crossed her arms over her chest. “Dad, show the C Model the security systems. Convince him it is safe for his female here.”
