She did, a fast-desperate flight to reach the end. He felt the moment her climax crested, and she held her breath holding out for the fall. Burn held her as he rammed up into her, over and over again pushing her over the edge. She cried out her coming loud and strong while clinging to him. He’d never heard or seen anything so beautiful or beheld anything so precious, as she collapsed against him enjoying the pleasure rolling through her.

  Burn wrapped her in his arms holding her, as she rode the storm of pleasure saturating her body. No one would harm her ….

  ***

  Angel was sure she’d passed out. She slowly became aware that she was still sitting on the guys lap, he was holding and stroking her, bringing her back to life. It had been one hell of a fuck. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened at the thought. She wondered how much time they had left. He released his arms around her and held one under her arm to her back, his hand on her shoulder blade. His other hand he placed on her breastbone. He stroked the skin as he gazed at her. “My turn,” he told her his voice rough, deep, decisive.

  Still joined, he pushed her back onto his legs supporting the weight of her body with his arm. Following her down, he bent over her, his eyes not leaving her face as he hovered over her breast. Angel watched as his tongue darted out between his lips and licked her under her breast up to her nipple, then played with it.

  She clung to his arms while he played. She swallowed as she felt her clit pulsing, her need to come again starting to build within her. As he moved over her body, there was no mistaking exactly where he was. It was far more cock than she’d ever encountered before. He moved across her body, licking and sucking, tasting all of her within his reach. The pull on her body at the size of his cock buried deep inside her … delicious.

  Angel tried to focus on what she was supposed to be doing…. She had people waiting on her…… and failed. Her body took over and she needed him again. “More, I need more,” she told him breathlessly.

  Burn immediately picked her up. Keeping the connection and kicked off his combats. He walked across the room and pulled her off him to her cries of protest. He liked hearing that. Turning her, he placed her on her feet and bent over her placing her hands on the bed. “I told you,” he whispered in her ear placing his cock at her entrance once more. “My turn,” and slammed home pulling her onto him. The female bucked up against him and he held her firm. “Hands on the bed female, my turn to fuck you.”

  Angel eagerly fell onto her hands once more. Intrigued, while feeling the bite of his cock at her entrance. The man was big, he’d not lied to her. She’d thought him joking, o no, he had every reason to warn her, to have tried to prepare her. Smiling she took in the feel of him. Thick, long, she could swear she could feel him right up to her cervix. And then he started to move. Slowly at first, getting her used to him. She felt her own body respond. Liking it way too much. His hand touched her waist, the other her thigh. He pulled her legs wider and nestled between them, going deeper still. Angel wasn’t sure how possible that was considering how deep he felt already but somehow, he did it.

  And he knew just how to use it. She moved her legs further apart. Giving him more room as he started to ride her. “Better female,” he called out as he began to pound. His grip tightened on her as she did her best to keep up. He moved faster and faster, hammering into her harder and harder. Her body and feet bounced off the floor at the impact. She grasped the bedclothes in an effort to keep still. She felt her climax rising. This was more than anything she’d experienced before, and suddenly it roared up through her body. “Yes female, I feel you coming. Feel my cock riding you, giving you what you need.”

  Angel heard his words and her body responded, her climax slamming into her from nowhere. Crying out her release, she clung to the bed, her body shaking, trying to stay up breathing heavily and failed. She collapsed on the bed as he slowed his pace and rocked in and out of her.

  She couldn’t breathe. She was sure she saw stars. Struggling to gain some semblance of normality, she took long deep breaths. “That,” she told him breathlessly, breathing deeply, “was the best fuck ever.”

  She heard him chuckling behind her, still connected, he ploughed her field. She turned to look at him, her own grin on her face. He stroked down her back and pulled both her legs up higher and nestled underneath her. “Good,” he told her pushing more firmly against her. “We’re only just starting female and I have plenty to show you…”

  He hadn’t been kidding. She’d tried to get away three times and each time he’d managed to tempt her into staying. She’d got as far as the shower twice and both times, he’d joined her, not only washing her but fucking her too when she’d unashamedly begged him too. Then took her back to bed, to do a ‘proper job’, he’d told her.

  She was mentally and physically exhausted. Wondering how long they’d been in the room began to weigh on her in the calmer moments. Apart from a couple of short naps between the fucking, he’d been wonderfully demanding and insatiable. Angel had been torn, staying the night seemed very tempting. She wanted a hell of a lot more, but she had people waiting on her and she never let anyone down. She’d tried to tell him several times, but he wasn’t hearing her or choosing not to. She got annoyed with herself and him the third time it happened. Still on top, straddling his body she disengaged herself and ran for the shower, telling him to give her some space and slammed the door.

  Panicked, sure he’d come in, she knew she’d be lost again. Quickly showering she scrubbed herself clean, picked up her clothes hating to put the dirty ones back on but having no choice until she got home. She dressed finally coming out and finding him waiting for her his cock standing to attention. Angels mouth watered. “We’re not done.” He told her plainly. Angel looked at the cock and believed him. She licked her lips and nearly took a step forward. Was he controlling her with his cock? She shook her head at the stupidity of that statement.

  She edged towards the door. “You know I’m loving that cock right? But, I’m a busy lady and I’ve people waiting on me. If I didn’t have to go, I’d be right with you on staying for a few more rounds but like I said earlier, I can’t.” She got to the door, he hadn’t moved. Suddenly she didn’t want to just go and maybe not see him again. She grasped the handle and turned back to him. “Rain check?”

  Burn got up off the bed and strode slowly towards her. She didn’t run or open the door, just waited for him. Reaching her, he placed a hand on her neck and pulled her into him. Breathing in her natural scent running his nose up and down her neck line. She shivered under his touch, her breast’s responding to him. He enclosed her hand on the door handle with his own and sucked in her flesh, it would leave a mark. His. Suddenly the need to bite, slammed into him and Burn pulled back quickly pulling the door open for her. “Rain check.” He told her.

  Angel blinked. Then looked at the door. Was she going or staying? Was he telling her to go or letting her? Suddenly everything seemed jumbled up. She swallowed and nodded, gaining her composure. She tapped his chest, it slid into a stroke. “These are beautiful..,” and realised she’d spoken aloud. She dropped her hand quickly and fled through the open door. She needed to get a grip! The males cock sprang to mind…. FGS!! She badly needed a distraction.

  Exiting the corridor back in the main bar she checked the time, she’d been in there nearly three hours. Shit. She motioned to the bartender, asking for three bottles of water to go, relieved to not see Mikle. He handed her the drinks and the bill. She paid throwing down some more credits to cover the extended use of the room. Then headed out towards her quarry. She hoped they hadn’t gone missing or gone walkabout.

  Burn let her leave. He wasn’t sure why he’d done that. He could sense she was torn between duty and pleasure and he accepted and approved that duty won out. She hadn’t wanted to leave, had wanted to share time with him. He liked the feeling. Liked her. Walking into the shower, he breathed her in. Her scent, still lingering, her desire all over his body and in his mouth. Images of drinking her cum flashed across his mind.

  Next time, time wouldn’t be a problem. He’d take her off world if he had to. Data told him that was illogical. The probability of seeing her again flashed across his optic. He didn’t like the results. He could do better than that. He had her scent. He could track her… That was illogical too his data told him. There was no purpose to it, flashed across his optic. And yet,…… he needed to.

  ***

  Every step she took further away from him, made it seem harder to go. No male had had this effect on her before. Sure, she’d enjoyed herself many times with a man. She liked cock, liked getting off on it. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was passable. Never had it been so …….. Angel struggled for the word ….. consuming. She knew had he wanted to, he could have prevented her from leaving that last time and part of her had wanted him to. She’d never had that happen before. Indecision over a male. She’d always been glad to see the back of them. But not this time. Her mind plagued her with what if’s, as she made her way back towards the communications tunnel.

  She stopped and picked up some fruit from a market stall. Questions about him ran through her mind, like she was unwilling to let it go. Why hadn’t she just asked? She paid for the fruit automatically and wondered if he’d come on the ore transport. It was a bit early, but it was possible. On his size alone, she would have considered him one of the Cyborgs, but they’d been clear, there had only been their ship and only two came with her.

  Annoyed that one man was her entire focus, she berated herself for her stupidity and lack of strength. She was better than one good fuck! Caving to the first man that proved he had a lot to offer was dumb. Angel smiled as she got to the communications doorway. He certainly had a lot to offer ….

  She pushed the door open and hesitated, looking back over her shoulder. Had she done the right thing in leaving him? He’d not offered anything other than to continue to fuck her. He had said a ‘rain check’ at the end though. That meant something right? Angel frowned worrying her lip. She was losing her fucking mind to a cock. She blew out a breath and headed down to where she’d left her two Cyborgs. As she turned the corner of the tunnel into the room she saw them both still at work.

  “Hay how’s it going?” she asked as she walked in. They both turned to look at her and she handed them the water and some fruit. “You should take a break, drink, eat.” They both stared at her, both glazing over for seconds. One moved forward and breathed in, the other pulled her top away from her neck and leaned in to smell her. “Hay,” Angel stepped back and took a large gulp of her water, then swallowed. “That’s rude,” she told them.

  “You carry an unknown Cyborg tag. You have shared DNA recently with him. We can scent him and see his nano’s on your skin. We wish to meet him.” Angel stopped moving the bottle to her mouth for a second swig.

  “What?”

  “You are carrying Cyborg DNA.” D838 told her.

  Angel frowned, then realised they must have meant theirs. “Well derrr.” She swung her hand between the two of them, “I’m with you.”

  “No.” D838 told her. “We have not shared sex.” Angel blushed badly she stared at them in shock. They knew she’d just been fucking someone, and the fucker had marked her! How was that possible? Then it registered what they were saying.

  “I’ve not been with any Cyborgs, only you,” she whispered confused.

  “O yes you have baby. Me.” Came from the staircase above them. Angel stilled, her eyes widened. How the hell had he heard her from down here? Both Cyborgs looked from her to the voice and back again they didn’t move. Angel did, she slowly walked back to the doorway, poking her head up towards the stairs. Mr Man came silently walking down like he owned the place. What the hell had she done this time!

  She backed up as he came in the room. His eyes fully on her as he strode silently over. He walked silently she realised…… just that they did! The penny dropped. She’d just fucked a Cyborg and he looked seriously pissed at her. Angel backed up some more. The Cyborgs with her moved to intercept. The room suddenly looked very small with three large men in it. They all appeared to ignore her and focus on each other. Weighing each other up. Now she could see it. They all had the same bearing. All tall, good looking, broad. They were war machines.

  For a second, she thought she might make a quick exit while they were all busy and looked to the doorway. Then Mr Man turned his head sharply towards her. “Don’t even think about it sweetheart, unless you want me to track that ass down and pin it to the ground.” Angel shuffled from foot to foot. Why the hell did that sound so good?

  “I will speak aloud,” he told his brothers, “my neuro net is compromised.” Burn concentrated on the two new Cyborgs in front of him. He knew they would not hurt the female. It wasn’t how they were programmed unless ordered to do it. At that moment, finding his brothers was all that mattered. He’d deal with the female later. They both gave him a synchronised nod. “We are the Cyborg Empire, we came looking for you,” he told them. “Cyborg tech showed up in our Space and we tracked it here. Your protection of the female is honourable. Does the female own you?”

  Angel’s eye’s widened in shock and her mouth fell open. WTF! “I do not.” She called out totally offended. She thought he relaxed a bit hearing it and she calmed down a bit. “I was looking for a supplier and came across them in the Wilds and offered some help. They needed communications, theirs no longer worked, so I brought them here.”

  “The female speaks the truth.” D838 cut in. “We are not owned but contracted. I’m D838. I command Troop Commando 67, sections 23 & 27. We were on a deep space mission in stasis, when the ship malfunctioned with a collision from a rogue asteroid. We crash landed. The humans did not survive but the pilot was able to free us from stasis before expiring. We have been here for 98 days trying to communicate our whereabouts to our Team Leader. We are overdue in checking in. The ships computer was compromised. We have no time data and no knowledge of a Cyborg Empire.”

  Burn nodded. “Much has changed for us since you were with Earth Corp. A new data upload will give you everything you need.” He told them.

  “The female paid or ordered you to service her?” D838 asked.

  Angel’s mouth fell open again. Fuck this! She stepped forward, her hands on her hips and stepped between them. “Now wait a god damn minute. I don’t pay, order anyone or buy sex. What is wrong with you people?” Then she realised what she’d just said aloud and frowned. They were driving her nuts.

  “She did not pay or order me.” Mr Man told them. Well ok… Angel calmed a little.

  “Then why did you?” The other Cyborg, D988 asked. Angel’s face flamed. Seriously! Was she not here? Was she that repulsive? They were discussing this like it was the time of day! Angel tapped her foot, any minute now she was gonna punch someone.

  Mr Man looked over at her. “She’s my mate and what she needs, she gets.”

  Chapter Five

  What the fuck was he talking about? Angel decided she’d heard enough for one day. He’d been talking with the two Cyborgs for some time, telling them of his world. It was more than she needed to know. His words rattling around in her head weren’t helping. She was his ‘mate’. What the hell was a ‘mate’?

  She needed some time and space. This was way more than she’d bargained for when this trip had started, and she still had Bertl to deal with. She walked towards them. “Sorry to interrupt this wonderful reunion but I have a business to run.” She looked at the two D’s. “You don’t need me now your friends have found you. I can leave you in good hands. Make sure your people get the help they need.”

  “You need protection.” D838 told her.

  “I’ll be fine.” She looked at both of them. They were naive in many ways.

  “Bertl?” D838 asked.

  “I’ll deal with him.”

  She went to walk away, and he caught her arm. “He can be dangerous.” Angel smiled and patted his hand.

  “So can I.”

  He let go of her arm and she turned to Mr Man who’d been watching the exchange with some interest. He wasn’t as easy to look at. “I have to go.” She told him straight waiting for him to object. He hesitated for a moment and moved aside. “That easy?” she asked a little disappointed. He gave her a nod. Hesitating for only a moment longer, she walked towards the door. As she walked through it into the corridor she heard his voice.

  “I’ll find you.”

  ***

  Angel made a quick exit. She didn’t like the way he’d said, ‘I’ll find you’. It sounded …..possessive. She didn’t belong to anyone but herself! she told herself as she stormed away. That male took on too much. She had the feeling he was going to be a handful to deal with. Memories of her hand full of him surfaced. Angel rubbed at her eyes. “Awwww,” she cried out in frustration. That wasn’t helping! She’d had more than enough testosterone for one day, changing direction she quickly headed to her home. Never happier to see it in the distance. She’d worked her ass off to get it. Memories of her mother and seeing her joy at what she’d achieved, crossed her mind. She hadn’t lived long to enjoy it with her, but it had still all been worth it. The saving and scraping, the going without. Her mother had been so very proud of her. Would she be so proud of you now? crossed her mind. Angel didn’t have an answer for that and engaged the lock on the door, then pushed it open. It automatically closed behind her as she headed to the kitchen.

 

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