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His fingers folded into giant fists. His chest rose and fell. Sparks lit in his eyes.

But other than that, he didn’t move. He allowed her to take what she needed from him.

And she needed. So much. Passion wound around her, building, building, building.

She panted.

“So beautiful.” His deep voice reached far within her.

She could come now. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edges. A few brushes of her fingertips against her clit. A pinch of her nipples. A squeeze of her ass.

But she wanted more than merely his rumbling tones within her. And she wouldn’t focus on her pleasure alone. She wasn’t that selfish, that cruel.

“Lift me above you.” It irked her to have to utter that command, but she required his help to fuck him and his giant cock. Her legs weren’t long enough for her to clear his length.

“I’m lifting you above me, my female.” He had the inner strength and the confidence to follow her order. This was no weak male she was about to take inside her.

That verification curled her bare toes.

“When I give the command, I want you to slam me down on you. Fast and hard.” Her love of speed equaled his.

And she desired him too much for a leisurely fuck.

She gripped his forearms and gazed downward. “Are we aligned?” It was difficult to confirm that fact.

“We’re aligned.” His arms shook under her palms.

She frowned. “Am I too heavy for you?”

“You’re lighter than one of your mounted transport’s engines.” His lips quirked upward. “My need for you is straining my control.”

Her need for him was at that same level. She wouldn’t make either of them wait. “Lower me, my cyborg. Now.”

He drove her down onto him.

Within a heartbeat she was stuffed with rigid, unrelenting cock. The fullness was intense. It was mixed with a tinge of pain.

She gasped and dug her simulated fingernails into his skin.

“Did I damage you, my female?” Her cyborg gazed up at her with concern.

“I’m. Tough.” She had experienced a lot of hurt in her lifespan, and that past pain hadn’t held the promise of pleasure. “Await. My next. Command.”

“I’ll wait solar cycles, if that’s required.” He rubbed his rough fingertips into her hips. That erotic massage warmed her all over. “Though if I found release now, my nanocybotics would repair your damage.”

“If you find release now, I’ll ensure your damage far exceeds mine.” She wouldn’t be robbed of an orgasm, not after delaying hers for him.

“You are tough, my female.” He chuckled.

She felt his mirth through their joining. Her hold on him loosened slightly.

“Most beings wouldn’t be attracted to a tough female.” She hid that part of her when she was in her seductress personae.

“I’m not most beings. I’m your warrior.” Her cyborg was proud to have that association with her, and that boosted her confidence. “And I’m a cyborg. We value strength, the many versions of it, and the ability to survive.”

She had certainly done that.

Though her planet rotations of surviving would soon come to an end.

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