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“Human passengers are impatient.” He continued to deny her.
“Lick my clit, you cursed male.” She tugged on his hair.
His shoulders shook, but he finally did as she commanded. Her cyborg swept his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Pleasure blasted her.
And she went emotionally airborne. She screamed while she flung herself upward.
He strapped one of his huge arms over her stomach, pinned her to the sleeping support, and burrowed his handsome countenance in her pussy.
She hooked her legs over his shoulders and rode his face. Drift slurped and sucked as waves of euphoria coursed over her. Her wetness splattered his cheeks and ran down his chin.
He must have been drowning in her pussy juices, yet he didn’t pull away. Her cyborg pressed harder against her. He fucked her tight little hole with his tongue, pulsing his flesh in and out of her entrance. And he feasted on her with gusto.
The pressure, the fullness was divine. She came and came and came. Her head thrashed from side to side. She raked his scalp with her simulated fingernails as bliss bombarded her.
That delicious torment lasted for so long she didn’t think she’d survive it.
Then it eased. He slowed her engines, putting less and less fuel in her system, and she glided back down to reality.
“Fates.” She sagged against the sleeping support. Her limbs had been liquified. Her brain was engulfed with a warm, wonderful haze. “You know how to fly, my cyborg.”
He lifted his head. His gray skin was shiny and slick with her intimate juices. His eyes glowed. “I project I can take you higher, my female.”
“That’s not possible.” She smiled at him. “I saw stars on this trip.”
“You’ll touch the stars on the next one.” Drift grinned.
The cursed male was going to kill her.
She could think of no better way to go.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Planet rotations passed.
Drift and his female bred. Often. And his desire for her built, rather than waned, with each additional encounter. Caressing her, kissing her, being inside her was an experience without equal.
They also strived to break speed records. Sometimes those attempts were made on her mounted transport with him riding behind her, and sometimes they pushed those boundaries on booted feet with him carrying her.
The two of them ate nourishment. When they were situated at the modified freighter, that nourishment consisted of the bars Yum had stocked for him. When they were located at the caves, their nourishment was vegetation plucked fresh from his female’s ingenious interior agri-lot.
She drank beverage and slept. He held her, safeguarding her while she was in that vulnerable state, and he restored his own energy levels, inserting cables into his wrists.
They trained and planned for the upcoming mission. Every aspect of the Plan was reviewed and refined. They increased the probability of everyone’s survival as much as possible.
That everyone excluded the Humanoid Alliance. Those beings would all die.
Drift projected with a 95.4777 percent certainty he could save his female and himself. The other beings had a much lower chance of success.
As his female had correctly stated, he couldn’t carry everyone to safety.
That truth emotionally damaged his female, which, in turn, emotionally damaged him. She met with her friend every sunrise, passing along orders and exchanging information.
His female also relayed caring.
She loved the big Cancri male. That was palpable for Drift to observe. The way she spoke with Luam and looked at him communicated a family-equivalent bond. And the progression of the humanoid’s damage distressed her. Greatly. She ran to shelter in Drift’s arms after every meeting.
