Crash And Burn, the third standalone cyborg story will be releasing next week (February 23rd). I’m sharing the first chapter over the next few weeks.
Read the first excerpt here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/01/19/crash-and-burn-first-excerpt/
If you fucked me, I’d be your first orange-haired female. She liked the thought of being his first…anything. He’d remember her.
I am breeding with you. Crash remained in their fantasy. You’re cradling my hips between your soft thighs.
And I’m gripping your shoulders as you hump me hard. She closed her eyes, envisioning a taut tanned ass pumping between her spread legs, muscles rippling over the male’s back. I’m a big female and you’re using me well, plunging in and out of me.
I’m bending my head and sucking on your pink nipples, making you cry out with bliss.
Fuck, yeah. She slid one of her hands along her rounded stomach, over her hairless mons and cupped her pussy. You’re working my titty as you ravish me. She stroked her folds. I’m so wet for you, Crash. I’m dripping.
You’re covering me with your scent, with your heat.
Are you stroking your large cock as you transmit to me? Was he as naked as she was?
I shouldn’t.
But you are. You can’t help yourself. Safyre smiled. You want me as I want you.
He’d be easy to manipulate. She’d spread her legs and he’d agree to everything she requested. That would ensure her safety. As long as he was sexually appeased, she wouldn’t have to worry about him turning on her.
Your voice strips my resolve. Skin slapped against skin.
I want to feel you inside me. She pushed her index finger into her entrance. How many fingers should I use? One? Two? She added another one. Three? This pulled her skin tight.
Four.
Oh fuck. She complied, wincing at the fullness. He’d reshape her body with his big cock. You’re too large.
You can accommodate me, female. His tone was stern.
Safyre forced herself to take all four of her fingers, knowing his cock would be even larger. He’d be the biggest she’d ever taken.
She wanted him, wanted that experience before she died.
All four fingers are inside me. She cringed at the need for approval in her tone.
Good female. He gave her what she needed. Pleasure yourself with those fingers and process images of me, of my cock in your pussy.
Your broad tip is sliding along my inner walls. Your base flattens my folds. She fucked herself, the sucking sound of skin in wetness echoing in the ship, softening the rattling sounds. Sweat is trickling between my breasts.
Making your pale skin sparkle. Crash’s voice deepened. Your breasts caress my chest.
My nipples rub against you. She ached for his touch. I wrap my legs around your waist, lifting into your thrusts. She plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. You grunt, your cheek pressed against mine.
The grunts are due to pleasure. I’m a strong male and breeding with you requires no exertion.
He was an arrogant being. Safyre’s lips curled upward. My pussy constricts more and more around your shaft. As she was constricting around her fingers. She panted, hitching her hips upward, her juices running over her hand. I’m tight and hot and wet.
You’re all around me. He made a strangled noise. Soft. So fraggin’ soft.
You’re driving your hard cock deep inside me, smacking your balls against my skin. She was lost, teetering on the edge of the abyss, needing a shove to push her over. I dig my fingernails into your shoulders, holding on.
Marking me. His excitement fed hers. Claiming me as I’m claiming you. You’re my female. Mine.
Yours. And, in that moment, she belonged to him. They were two lonely beings connecting over a transmission line, sectors apart physically yet emotionally one. Crash. Crash.
Mine. Mine, he chanted.
Crash. She swept one of her thumbs over her clit, pleasure shot through her and she screamed, arching her back, coming hard.
He bellowed, almost deafening her. The bridge spun around her, lights blurring into a constant stream of illumination.
She pumped her hips, draining the last drop of ecstasy from her body and then collapsed, sagging against the chair. Crash, she murmured, lowering her feet.
My female. He sounded just as sexually sated.
A metallic taste filled her mouth. She rubbed a cleaning cloth under her nose. The fabric turned red. Her nose was bleeding again.
But it was worth it. She spread her arms and legs, her form limp and languid. She felt more relaxed than she had been in solar cycles.
The ship continued to spin around her.
Does your E model communications device allow you to see images? Safyre yawned. She wanted to know what he looked like.
Yes.
I wish I had that ability. She sighed. Though I suppose I’ll see your face soon.
It’s best that you don’t. This reckless plan of yours could end in your death.
It could end in my death but not yours? Was he planning to betray her?
I’m difficult to kill.
Her lips twitched, his conceit amusing her. I’m difficult to kill also and this mission is necessary. Another being’s welfare depends on our plan.
That being’s welfare is more important than your lifespan?
Yeah. Nymphia was pure and innocent and kind. Her friend was worth ten of her.
There was a long pause. A black funnel closed around Safyre’s vision, stifling her thoughts. She hovered on the edge of sleep.
My eyes frighten beings. Crash’s words were barely audible.
He wasn’t as confident as he acted. Safyre found that endearing also. Are you certain it’s your eyes that scare them? You’re a fierce warrior. She plumped his ego. Beings would have to be mentally deficient not to fear you.
Another female made a similar statement.
Safyre didn’t like that reply. He was her partner, even if she hadn’t met him. That other female won’t be joining us on the freighter.
No, she won’t. I would never put her in jeopardy. She’s too precious.
And she wasn’t precious? Safyre’s temper rose. This conversation is over. She covered her eyes with her arm, blocking out the light, his voice, the hurt.
Because she knew the answer to her unspoken question. She wasn’t essential to any being. It didn’t matter if she was injured, if she died. No being would miss her.
She shifted in her seat. Her chair fit her body perfectly, having been molded to her form over thousands of voyages. But this planet rotation, she couldn’t get comfortable.
It was many moments before Safyre fell asleep.
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Crash And Burn
Crash was manufactured to be one of the best warriors in the universe. The cyborg has spent many human lifespans fighting the enemy. But, unlike his battle-loving brethren, he doesn’t enjoy killing. When he escapes the Humanoid Alliance, he vows to never end another life.
Then he meets Safyre, an infuriating human female, and he considers breaking his vow.
Safyre will do anything to save her friend, the being she loves like a sister. She’ll ravish a huge hunky cyborg, kiss his best friend, and invoke scorching hot desires the male never realized he could feel. Dark soulful eyes, a quick wit, and a tempestuous passion won’t divert her from her mission.
Love, and a planet-destroying weapon, however, might stop her permanently.
Pre-order Now:
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