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Kesser quivered with delight.

“You will be my cyborg after this breeding.” She grinned at him. “I’m going to own you, body, mind and soul.”

And she would enjoy every moment of that experience.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Strike’s female wanted to breed with him. Need rushed through his circuits. She would be his and he would be hers. They would share a bond. Forever.

She unfastened her shiny green flight suit. The garment slipped down her shoulders and caught on her breasts. She shimmied. The flight suit fell to her waist, revealing her bountiful curves.

A growl escaped Strike’s lips. Her nipples were taut. Her breasts were full.

His fingers twitched. He wanted to cup that part of her, weigh their abundance with his hands. They looked as soft as the rest of her.

He resisted that temptation and remained still. His female would be in charge of their first breeding. He would progress at her pace and follow her instructions.

She lifted her generous ass and tugged the flight suit to her knees. All of her jiggled as she accomplished that feat.

“Fates. I forgot about my boots.” She removed that footwear.

Their color matched that of her garment.

The bright hue was highly visible. An enemy sporting a human visual system could see her if they were situated the distance of 9.7867 modified freighters away from them.

But he would protect her from any of their foes. He helped her discard her flight suit. She could wear vivid colors without the risk of being damaged.

“There.” His female grinned at him. “We’re both naked.”

“You’re beautiful, my female.” Strike gazed at her, not seeking to hide his admiration, his lust, his yearning for her.

She was curved all over. Her breasts were large. Her stomach was rounded. Her hips were wide. The color of the curls over her mons matched the color of the curls on her head. The insides of her wonderfully thick thighs were slick with wetness. He breathed deeply. She smelled delicious.

“You like large females?” There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“I like my female.” There were no other females for him. “You’re tiny compared to me.” He could lift her with one hand. “But I’ll be careful with you, my little human. I won’t break you during our breeding.”

She blinked once, twice, three times. “Breaking me is a possibility?”

The scent of her arousal intensified.

His female didn’t appear to be scared of the prospect of breeding damage.

His chest expanded with pride. She had courage in abundance.

“My nanocybotics will repair any damage you obtain,” he assured her.

“Your nanocybotics.” She swung her left leg over him and straddled him in the captain’s chair. “Is that the bubbling I feel inside my mouth?” She touched her lips.

“Those are my nanocybotics.” He’d transfer more of them during their breeding, and they’d multiply inside his female. “They repair all but the most-severe damage.” And he’d ensure she wasn’t exposed to that level of harm. “Your natural lifespan will be extended indefinitely.”

She stared at him. “You’re saying I’ll live forever?”

“Yes, you’ll live forever.” As would he. They would be together for endless human lifespans.

That pleased Strike. Very much.

“Ahhh…there are benefits to boinking a cyborg.” His female lowered her gaze to his cock. “More than one benefit.” She wiggled forward until her slick, hot, pussy lips pressed snugly against his base.

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