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his pack on a nearby rock, opening it.
"I don't need to rest and I ate earlier." she said.
Jack just stared at her, assuming she was referring to the handful of roots, he ignored her comment. He pulled out a protein ration and handed it to her.
"Take this and eat it. It'll give you strength. I hope you like vanilla." He snickered at his joke.
She looked at him again . If she continues to give me those doe eyes, I'm going to push her to the ground and take her right here. In the dirt, in broad daylight, and in the middle of this wasteland.
"I've never had vanilla before." Taking the ration reluctantly when he unwrapped it, she nibbled the edge and moaned.
His shaft went hard at the sound. He watched with fascination as her lips puckered around the oblong bar to nip a piece off and he had to forcefully hold back a groan as her throat contracted and swallowed it down. Who knew watching someone eat could be such a turn on for him?
I want to feel that throat contract around my cock.
She murmured a thanks as he quickly walked off to scout around. Jack wasn't sure what intrigued him so much about her. The fact that she smelled like a mixture of sweat and sex or the fact that she was so beautiful and vulnerable– or maybe it was his processors malfunctioning. His human half seeing something in her that he thought he would never have.
He scaled a ledge to scan the horizon, his thoughts coming to an abrupt halt; taken aback by a monstrous skeletal forest coming into view.
A forest of dead wurms. Their skeletons towering up from the ground to look like decrepit pale-white trees. He'd seen battlefields more cheerful than this. Unnerved, he settled down to stare at the scene before him.
The forest of bone extended out for miles with no end in sight, only coming to a stop at the base of the mountain. Did the creatures come here to die? Or did they hit the rocks and splatter against them?
He could feel a deep rumble and shift below the rocky surface, miles beneath him as the beasts moved. It lulled him into a strange sense of calm being at the edge of an endless graveyard of monsters and feeling the weak vibrations below him. Everything was dead– quiet– as far as the eye could see.
Some of his brethren had found women over the years preceding the war. Yuric, his commander, was the only one to take a mate during the war and they all thought him a lunatic at the time, having to protect his woman and fight a war at the same time. Now, he remembered back in envy.
It was rare when a Cyborg mated with a woman as there were a lot of risks involved. They were created with the intention to inflict violence, to do jobs and fight battles that human men could not. Cyborgs could restrict their humanity when needed too. Although none of his mated brethren had ever hurt their women, not one union had failed and children had been fostered, there was still always that risk.
Not to mention it was difficult to find a woman in the galaxies as their sex vastly changed their rarity, status, and power in each sector.
The races were decimated and the expansions that were pushed and made by the intergalactic council to travel out to deep space had thinned out the populations so much that it was hard to pin-point an exact number or even estimate how many people there were.
Women weren’t rare to say, but were well protected by both species and even more so by the Trentians.
It didn’t matter whether they were Trentian, Earthian, or half-breed, the Trentians were fanatically obsessive in their protection. And what kind of woman would want a Cyborg? Especially since it was widely believed that they were more robots than men, that they were violent and unpredictable, and that they couldn’t procreate.
It was because of that mindset and that risk, Jack didn't know if he could trust himself with a female, especially with the burden of taking one in union. He had been with women before but had never bonded intimately. His logical side saw no
"I don't need to rest and I ate earlier." she said.
Jack just stared at her, assuming she was referring to the handful of roots, he ignored her comment. He pulled out a protein ration and handed it to her.
"Take this and eat it. It'll give you strength. I hope you like vanilla." He snickered at his joke.
She looked at him again . If she continues to give me those doe eyes, I'm going to push her to the ground and take her right here. In the dirt, in broad daylight, and in the middle of this wasteland.
"I've never had vanilla before." Taking the ration reluctantly when he unwrapped it, she nibbled the edge and moaned.
His shaft went hard at the sound. He watched with fascination as her lips puckered around the oblong bar to nip a piece off and he had to forcefully hold back a groan as her throat contracted and swallowed it down. Who knew watching someone eat could be such a turn on for him?
I want to feel that throat contract around my cock.
She murmured a thanks as he quickly walked off to scout around. Jack wasn't sure what intrigued him so much about her. The fact that she smelled like a mixture of sweat and sex or the fact that she was so beautiful and vulnerable– or maybe it was his processors malfunctioning. His human half seeing something in her that he thought he would never have.
He scaled a ledge to scan the horizon, his thoughts coming to an abrupt halt; taken aback by a monstrous skeletal forest coming into view.
A forest of dead wurms. Their skeletons towering up from the ground to look like decrepit pale-white trees. He'd seen battlefields more cheerful than this. Unnerved, he settled down to stare at the scene before him.
The forest of bone extended out for miles with no end in sight, only coming to a stop at the base of the mountain. Did the creatures come here to die? Or did they hit the rocks and splatter against them?
He could feel a deep rumble and shift below the rocky surface, miles beneath him as the beasts moved. It lulled him into a strange sense of calm being at the edge of an endless graveyard of monsters and feeling the weak vibrations below him. Everything was dead– quiet– as far as the eye could see.
Some of his brethren had found women over the years preceding the war. Yuric, his commander, was the only one to take a mate during the war and they all thought him a lunatic at the time, having to protect his woman and fight a war at the same time. Now, he remembered back in envy.
It was rare when a Cyborg mated with a woman as there were a lot of risks involved. They were created with the intention to inflict violence, to do jobs and fight battles that human men could not. Cyborgs could restrict their humanity when needed too. Although none of his mated brethren had ever hurt their women, not one union had failed and children had been fostered, there was still always that risk.
Not to mention it was difficult to find a woman in the galaxies as their sex vastly changed their rarity, status, and power in each sector.
The races were decimated and the expansions that were pushed and made by the intergalactic council to travel out to deep space had thinned out the populations so much that it was hard to pin-point an exact number or even estimate how many people there were.
Women weren’t rare to say, but were well protected by both species and even more so by the Trentians.
It didn’t matter whether they were Trentian, Earthian, or half-breed, the Trentians were fanatically obsessive in their protection. And what kind of woman would want a Cyborg? Especially since it was widely believed that they were more robots than men, that they were violent and unpredictable, and that they couldn’t procreate.
It was because of that mindset and that risk, Jack didn't know if he could trust himself with a female, especially with the burden of taking one in union. He had been with women before but had never bonded intimately. His logical side saw no
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