They checked on Therese as soon as they had placed a shitload of distance between their freighter and Sabik Binaire.
The female drank some liquid and then immediately fell back asleep.
Briella and her cyborg returned to the bridge. Odium claimed the captain’s chair, pulled her onto his lap. They verified the freighter’s guidance system remained operational, scanned the space around their vessel.
There were no signs of any threats.
“Therese will likely sleep for planet rotations,” Briella told her warrior. “She’s exhausted, and she feels safe now.”
Odium huffed.
That sound was so fuckin’ sexy. She rotated on his lap, sat across his legs. “I feel safe with you too.” She smiled at her warrior. “I also feel other things.”
Briella wiggled against him, not hiding her desire.
He turned her on with his savage noises, with his physique, with his mere presence.
And she turned him on. His body armor-covered cock pressed against her thigh.
“Convey the rest of your feelings, my female.” He issued that stimulating order.
“I need you.” She nipped his chin, and energy flashed bright in his dark eyes. “I crave you.” She licked the spot she’d bitten. “I want to ride your cock until I come.”
A rumble rose deep in his chest. “Say it.”
She knew the words he wanted to hear, but she couldn’t stop teasing him. “My pussy is wet for you, my warrior.”
His nostrils flared. Her male was smelling her arousal. “Say it or risk a reprimand.”
She met his gaze. “I choose the reprimand.” There was nothing she desired more than his special kind of punishment.
“That was the wrong choice.” He smacked her leg. Hard.
The burn was felt through her flight suit. Briella moaned, reveling in the pain.
“Relay your feelings for your warrior.” He shifted under her. “That is your way.”
Her cyborg was growing impatient.
And he was right. Saying the words was her way.
She didn’t want him to ever doubt how she felt about him.
“I love you.” She gave him the truth he sought. “I love the firmness of your palms against my skin, the way your eyes gleam with wanting when you look at me, the strength you give me, and the honor in your soul.”
She touched his beautiful face. “You’re the only being I can imagine by my side, the sole male I trust with my secrets and with my concerns. You are the heart in my chest. I love you now. I suspect I loved you the first time I heard your voice. And I will love you forever. I’m yours, my warrior. You own me completely.”
“You honor me with the human love words.” He turned his head and kissed her right palm, turned his head again, and kissed her left palm.
His nanocybotics bubbled over her fingers. She gazed at him, entirely captivated by his gentle touch, by the reverence in his gaze, by the way he made her feel like the most gorgeous being in the universe—special, adored, his.
“You are mine.” He skimmed his lips over hers. “And I am yours, my female. I would kill for you, die for you, blow up Humanoid Alliance warships and rescue battle-battered beings for you. When I look into your beautiful eyes, I see endless human lifespans filled with stimulating reprimands and soothing kisses, with caring and laughter, with passionate singing and quiet moments. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to safeguard you. I—” His voice broke.
“My warrior.” She placed her hands on his chest.
“You say I am your heart.” He moved her right palm until it was positioned over his left pec. “You are more than that to me.” He flattened his hand over hers. “You are the air I breathe, the energy coursing through my circuits, my first priority, and my most important mission. I was manufactured for you, and I love you with every part of me.”
A sheen of unshed tears blurred Briella’s view. Her cyborg loved her.
He had said the words. That was his way.
A wave of out-of-control caring swelled within her.
It was followed closely by a burst of undeniable desire.
She gripped his shoulders. “I need you, my Odium. Now.”
“My Briella.” He crushed his lips against hers.
The strength of his wanting drove her backward. She gasped.
Her cyborg cupped her skull, steadying her, and he ravished her mouth, stroking into her, his rhythm intense and sure. She twined her tongue around his, seeking to appease him, excited, stimulated, dripping for her warrior.
She shifted her form until she straddled him. His body armor-covered cock pushed against a most intriguing spot. She undulated, applying pressure, then easing it, applying pressure, then easing it. The humming in her lips spread throughout her entire being. She pulsed for him.
Briella needed more. As that thought formed, Odium squeezed her ass and she moaned. Her male always seemed to know what she required.
That knowing, that acceptance was a gift. It was a representation of his love for her. He could read her and understood her better than anyone else could.
She clasped his forearms, and his muscles flexed under her fingertips. The power in her cyborg was unrivalled. He mouthed over her chin, down her neck, leaving a trail of heat, of nanocybotics over her.
Stars. She leaned backward. He rendered her thoughts to nothing. She was utterly absorbed with his touch, swept away by his embrace.
Her warrior slid her forward until she was draped over the console. Then he parted her flight suit and nuzzled between her breasts. The effervescence on her skin multiplied, fizzing, popping, and stimulating her all over.
Her nipples were taut. He plucked at them with his fingertips. Those tinges of hurt escalated her yearnings.
“My Odium.” She squirmed, wanting, needing him inside her.
“I’ll replace this flight suit.” He gripped the garment’s lapels and yanked.
Fabric tore. Cool air meshed with the burn of the cloth. The stimulation was exquisite. She spread her thighs, showing him her wet pussy and her tight, little hole, shamelessly trying to entice her cyborg to fondle and fill her.
“How could you ever doubt you’re beautiful?” Odium gazed at her face, her form. “There’s no one like you anywhere else in the universe.” He palmed her large breasts, lifting them, and she quivered, delighting in the roughness of his hands, the firmness of his grip. “You’re stunning and you’re mine.”
He licked first one nipple and then the other. She cried out, holding onto the edge of the console as though that was her only grasp on her sanity. The bliss overwhelmed her, pulled her down into the dark abyss where passion lived.
She arched her back, offering more of her body to her warrior, and he accepted that gift with gratifying gusto, sucking, laving, and skimming his teeth over her abundant curves.
“Skin.” She panted. “Your skin.”
He must’ve deciphered her incoherent begging because he tore the body armor from his physique, revealing seemingly endless expanses of gray skin and bulging muscles. The mere sight of him could make her come. That was how perfect he was.
The rigid state of his huge cock excited her, pleased her, and built her confidence until it overflowed its perimeters. That hardness was for her. Her cyborg was turned on by her, would soon fuck her into the console.
She wriggled with anticipation. “I’m wet for you, my warrior.”
“I see that, my female.” He snapped at her right breast with lip-covered teeth.
She clutched his broad shoulders, needing to grip something, someone, him, as her titillation spiraled upward. He swiped her skin with the flat of his tongue, soothing her hurt.
His nanocybotics pinched her curves, a thousand tiny mouths working her form, inhaling and releasing continuously. The multi-front sensory assault drove her wild. She wrapped her legs around Odium, drew him closer to her.
He moved over her, grazing her nipples with his chest, brushing her pussy lips with the rim of his cock. She hitched her hips upward, riding his shaft, slicking his length.
A growl escaped his throat. Her male was as entranced as she was, caught up in their loving.
And it was loving. Though he gave her the hints of pain she hungered for, it was conveyed with caring, interspersed with tenderness. She was safe with him. Her body, her mind, her self-esteem weren’t in peril. She could let herself go, could lose herself in him.
He loved her. It was in his touch, reflected in his eyes. And stars, it made her wet.
“Need you. Inside me.” She loosened her hold on him, allowing him to reposition himself.
Her warrior grasped her wrists in one hand and pulled her arms above her head. “You’re mine, my female.” He aligned himself, drew back his hips, and thrust.
She shrieked. Her spine bowed. The fullness was decadent. She was stuffed with unrelenting cock, and the connection between them strengthened. Energy flowed from him to her and back again. They were as close as two beings could be.
And she loved that, loved him. She tilted her hips. He slid deeper, and they both groaned.
They stayed like that for five, six heartbeats, joined and still, both of them savoring the link with the other, the feel of their forms pressed together. She breathed out as he breathed in. They were in sync in all ways, engulfed in caring.
“My female.” Odium bit her bottom lip and pulled, extending that flesh.
She whimpered. That hurt was divine.
He released her, then met her gaze. His eyes glowed with passion. “You’re beautiful.” He traced one of the scars on her left cheek with his tongue. “Strong and mine.”
She slid her hands between them, rubbing her palms over his chest. His muscles rippled. “And you’re mine.” She changed direction, moved upward once more, curved her fingers over his shoulders. “Fuck me into the console, cyborg.”
He pulled out to his tip, and she fought the urge to chase his cock.
“I’m your cyborg.” He slammed into her, punishing her for her error.
That slip of the tongue had been intentional. She wanted pain from him.
His hips smacked hers. Her ass slapped against the hard surface underneath her. Heat and ache rushed over her.
Mercy. Her warrior knew how to rev her engines.
Odium took her again and again, pounding her into the console, owning her mind, her body, her soul. Her breathing grew ragged. She dug her fingernails into his skin and held on, absorbing, savoring every deep drive forward.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” His claim echoed through the bridge.
She embraced his possession of her, rising up to meet his thrusts. Sweat streamed between her breasts, was transferred to him, wetting his skin. He shone like silver, her partially metal male.
The lack of give in his form exhilarated her. There was no yield in him. And all the power was hers, hers to wield, hers to love.
“Love.” She cried out, unable to mute her caring. “Love.”
“Love.” His call meshed with hers. “Love.”
They fucked with abandon. There was nothing, no one in the universe other than him, his cock, his grasp on her wrists, his dark gaze.
His eyes resembled the openness of space, promised endless possibilities, thrilling adventures, passion, and daring. The golden specks in their depths shone with the warmth of distant stars, of loving homes and fires left burning for another being’s return.
Briella flew toward that destination as she often flew their freighter, not holding anything back, moving full speed ahead. Wanting wrapped around her chest. She bounced her booted heels against his ass cheeks and whooped with joy.
“Love.” That was now her favorite song. “Love.” It had the simplest of lyrics, but she heard the emotion in each word. “Love.”
“Love.” His voice echoed hers. He took her harder, ventured deeper.
She fought to prolong their encounter, but every lunge forward, every fall back pushed her closer to the steep cliff of satisfaction.
“Can’t.” She panted. Her hold on realty was slipping. “Can’t.”
“Three more.” Her cyborg demanded more from her. “Count.”
Fuck. He asked too much.
But she would strive to please him.
He drove into her, flattening her breasts with his pecs, her pussy lips with his base.
“One.” Her voice stretched with need. Her arms and legs quivered.
He withdrew, paused for a moment. His jaw clenched.
His gaze locked with hers. The message in his eyes was clear—he expected her to last, to stay with him until they were both ready to come.
Fuck. She couldn’t disappoint him.
Briella frantically clutched at the remaining threads of her restraint and wrapped them around her, seeking to reinforce her resolve. She was strong. She could do this.
He thrust deep, propelling her backward.
Her ass hit the console. Pain shot through her. She pressed her lips together, swallowing her cries, holding herself together with mere willpower.
Hyadum. Her cyborg was testing her. He was giving her everything she ached for, everything she loved. But she would pass this trial. She shuddered.
“My Briella.” His growl rolled over her form.
He was so fuckin’ unrelenting. She knew what he wanted.
“Two.” She dutifully relayed the count.
“You’re a good female.” His compliment eased her suffering. Slightly but not enough.
She nodded. Another word might break her.
Her cyborg slowly pulled out of her. His biceps bulged. His jaw clenched.
He was in a bad state also. The delay was testing both of them.
They would do this. Together.
She lifted her chin.
His eyes gleamed with approval, with respect.
He surged into her. His cock filled her pussy. His base slapped against her beleaguered flesh.
“Three.” She screamed, soaring high into the erotic atmosphere, shattering into pieces as she ascended. Particles of pleasure flew everywhere. She was coming apart.
Seeking to slow her euphoric destruction, to anchor her form to his, Briella constricted her inner walls around her cyborg’s shaft, seizing onto him with her softness.
“Love.” He howled his caring for her. All his muscles flexed. His eyes went black. Nanocybotic-infused cum blasted from his tip, dousing her flesh with bliss.
She screamed again, louder, and writhed under him, raking his chest with her fingernails. There was so much euphoria, so much ardor, so much him.
Her cyborg came again and again. Every relay of his essence was accompanied by the most intense ecstasy. She bubbled with joy, with love. Her voice hoarsened from her cries of release.
The rapture gradually leveled and her energy evaporated. The empty spaces inside her were replaced by sexual satisfaction and by her bond with the male she adored.
“I love you, my female.” Odium shuddered once, twice, then collapsed on top of her. His body was heavy, but she welcomed that weight. It grounded her, linked her tighter to her cyborg.
“I love you too, my warrior.” She rubbed soothing circles into his back, massaging him as he often massaged her, with tenderness, with adoration.
Less than a solar cycle ago, she’d despaired that there was no one on the bridge, in her modified freighter, or in the universe who loved her, who cared about her.
That had all changed. She had changed.
Odium loved her, cared for her. He was with her, would be by her side forever.
Briella smiled.
And loving him back was the task she most wished to do.