Choosing Chuckles Page 13

  She moaned her surrender, submitting to her dominant male, opening wider to him, giving him access to all of her. He unfastened her harness and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, her cloth-covered pussy pressed against his body armor-restricted cock.

  They were together and they were alive. Joy pounded through her, meshing with her desire. All of the rest was unimportant.

  He kneaded her ass with his big hands, his warmth felt through her flight suit. She sucked on his tongue, seeking to appease him, and plucked at his protective garment, wanting there to be no barriers between them.

  “No.” He pulled away from her. “Not now and not here.”

  She gazed at him, her lips humming from his sweet abuse. “You promised to reprimand me when we were safe, sir.” She tried to entice him with that treat. “We’re safe now.”

  “Are we safe?” Her cautious cyborg set her back on the seat. “Any being in the area would have seen our descent.

  Some of those beings might have been rescuers they’d previously unloaded. She swallowed. Hard. “We have to leave the escape pod.” The beings would be looking for it. “If this is the unloading site, the pathway to the nearest settlement is close and—”

  “This isn’t the unloading site.” He demolished her plan with those words. “The humans could have tracked us to that location. It had been inputted into the ship’s systems.”

  Oh shit. “Then where are we, sir?”

  “Our current location is a one hundred and twenty-two planet-rotation trek from any pathway.” Her male sounded unconcerned that they had landed on a strange planet in the middle of fucking nowhere. “That pathway isn’t required. I’ve conveyed these landing coordinates to one of my brethren. He’ll retrieve us in two planet rotations.”

  They merely had to stay alive until then. The tension in Bettina’s shoulders eased. “We still have to leave the escape pod.” As he’d mentioned, any being in the area would have seen their descent. “But it holds consumable beverage, nourishment bars, a medic pack, other supplies we might need.”

  “We won’t move far from the escape pod.” He shrugged. “We’ll keep it within our sight, guard it.”

  We’ll keep it within our sight. Her cyborg viewed them as a team. Her back straightened. “I’ll need a weapon, sir, if I’m to guard the escape pod.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her.

  Did he question her motives for wanting a weapon? Bettina recalled their shared history and grimaced. She might have given him valid reasons to doubt her. “I’ve only stunned you once, sir.”

  His face hardened.

  Shit. She was making the situation worse. “I did that because I thought I was protecting you.” He hadn’t needed her protection but she hadn’t known that. “And I didn’t press the trigger the second time. I couldn’t. You’re my sir.”

  He studied her, not saying anything.

  She widened her eyes, striving to appear as honest and honorable as possible. Her heart pounded in her chest.

  “You’re a menace.” Her cyborg sighed. Heavily. “But I trust you.” He extracted her gun from one of his holsters and adjusted its settings.

  She beamed at him. “Thank you, sir.” Her cynical male didn’t trust easily. She recognized it as the honor it was. “I won’t let you down.”

  “You’ll try not to do that.” He handed her the weapon. “The setting is on stun. Don’t point it at yourself.”

  She gripped the gun. “I only did that once, sir.” And that was because she had been certain it wouldn’t fire.

  “Once is all it takes.” He shook his head and stood. “I’ll exit first and perform a lifeform scan. Wait here until I give you the signal.”

  “Yes, sir.” She would remain where she was.

  He pushed the doors open. Warm moisture-laden air swept inside the space, carrying with it the scent of decaying plants and rich soil. Insects trilled.

  She gazed out of the porthole, could see only darkness. A tremor rolled through her. They would be navigating unknown terrain during a rest cycle.

  “Come.” Her cyborg held out his right hand.

  She grasped it, allowing him to lead her outside. Being a miner’s daughter, she had spent time in deep underground tunnels. That was dark.

  Their present surroundings had some light. There was a wide stripe of stars above them, bordered by complete blackness. The escape pod must have torn a hole in the clouds.

  The two moons above them illuminated some of the trees and the other vegetation. The moisture on the leaves shone.

  A creature shrieked. She squeezed Chuckles’ fingers. He squeezed back, that silent reassurance bolstering her courage.

  They trekked slowly. He didn’t make a sound, even with his injured knee. Her tread was, in comparison, heavy. Every crunch under her boots caused her to wince.

  He steered her around objects. Vegetation brushed against her legs, wetting her flight suit. The fabric stuck against her skin. Droplets formed on her face, slid down her cheeks.

  They crossed an expanse of slippery rock, the width seeming endless. Something slithered close to her. She quashed the fear bubbling inside her.

  Other than humans and humanoids, there were no dangerous creatures on Vega R. That was one of the reasons the planet was chosen for an unloading site.

  There were cliffs and body-swallowing pits and other dangerous terrain, which was why the beings were unloaded while the sun was out.

  She blindly followed her cyborg, trusting him with her lifespan.

  He would never damage her…permanently. He told her that when they first met and she believed him. She was his baby and he was her sir. He’d take care of her.

  Brightness burst above them, appearing and vanishing in a heartbeat. She stopped and raised their joined hands upward. It could have been a falling meteoroid but she suspected it wasn’t.

  Chuckles pulled her snug against his right side. “That was the ship.” His lips brushed against one of her earlobes.

  The Humanoid Alliance males must have blown up the vessel. She trembled. Anyone remaining on board was dead.

  That could have been her cyborg. It could have been her.

  He led her to the base of a huge tree. Its branches and leaves concealed the dual moons from her view. The ground near the trunk was dry.

  They sat. Her cyborg drew her close to him, setting her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. She was uncomfortably damp. Her hair was plastered against her face. Her flight suit was soaked. But the situation was bearable because he was with her.

  She relaxed, leaning against her male, resting her gun against her thigh. The escape pod was no longer visible. To her. She assumed Chuckles, with his enhanced cyborg sight, could see it.

  If beings arrived, seeking to raid it, she would help him defend their supplies. She yawned, the stress of the day hitting her hard, stripping her energy.

  They were a team now. She had promised to be the best female he’d ever met and she would honor that vow. Damn it.

  She rubbed his left knee. It must be aching him. He had carried her when they abandoned ship, had walked the same distance she had from the escape pod.

  Her dominant male placed his hand on top of hers, directing her to the parts of him he wanted massaged. Insects sang in the darkness. Water dripped. Her eyelids lowered.

  Darkness claimed her.

  * * *

  The ground underneath her shifted. She opened her eyes, blinking at the sight before her. Large bright-blue hard-shelled insects carried pieces of duller blue leaves, all of the creatures following the one in front of it, the line stretching into the thicker vegetation at the edge of the shadowed circle.

  She looked upward. A giant tree blocked the view of the sky.

  A small creature dangled from a branch, gazing at her with its large eyes. It had five legs—two forelegs, two hindlegs, and one longer leg where a being’s ass would be situated. It was that longer leg that held onto the tree.

  The entire being was cover
ed with fur the same shade of vivid pink she loved, the bright hue matching some of the hair on her own head.

  The creature pointed to its blue eyes with one of its forelegs and then pointed at her.

  She copied the movement. Yes, they both had blue eyes.

  The little being grinned, revealing a mouth filled with bright orange mush. It drew itself upward, disappearing in the branches.

  Had she made a new friend? She smiled.

  The ground underneath her shifted again. Bettina glanced downward. She was sitting on black body armor-covered legs.

  That must be excruciatingly painful for her battered cyborg.

  “Oh.” That word escaped her lips before she remembered she had to be silent. She scrambled out of her cyborg’s lap, gesturing at his left knee.

  “We can speak.” His tone was dry. “Softly.” He pulled himself to his booted feet, his lips flattening from the effort.

  “I was hurting you, sir.” Guilt blasted her. “You should have woken me.”

  “It was good damage.” His attempt at a joke made her feel worse. He bent and straightened, bent and straightened his left leg.

  She dropped to her knees before him, rubbed her hands over his gnarled joint, caressing him through his garment, seeking to ease his agony.

  Her eyes were level with his groin. The bulge in his body armor was pronounced.

  Her mouth dried. Her need for him escalated upward.

  “Are we safe now, sir?” Her voice was husky.

  His eyes flared with energy. “No humans or large humanoids are appearing on my lifeform scans. There are many small humanoids in the trees.”

  “They seem harmless, sir.” The one she’d met had been eating a type of fruit. The little being had also been unarmed, hadn’t been carrying tools of any kind. That indicated the small humanoids were foragers, not hunters.

  “I don’t perceive them as a threat.” Her cautious cyborg agreed with her.

  She glanced upward at the tree branch-covered sky. “We’ll hear your brethren when they arrive.”

  That was one benefit of the isolation. Any engine noise would be amplified, should give them warning of newcomers.

  She needed that advance notice.

  Her cyborg’s friends would already have a terrible impression of her. They must be aware she had lied and deceived and tried to trap Chuckles.

  Meeting them while her mouth was filled with his hard cock would make their image of her much, much worse.

  “It will be another planet rotation before my brethren arrive.” He reduced the possibility of them seeing her naughtiness to zero. “They’ll contact me when they are near.”

  “Then can I suck your cock, sir?” She ran her palms over the ridge in his body armor.

  He frowned. “Sucking my cock is a reward. Do you deserve a reward?”

  “No, sir.” She was honest with him.

  He gazed down at her. She looked up at him, trying to appear as pitiful as possible, hoping he would be merciful with her.

  “You can suck my cock, baby.” He granted her that reward.

  She beamed at him. “Thank you, sir.”

  His eyes glowed. “But you can’t swallow my cum.”

  She stared at him, unable to trust her hearing. “I can’t swallow your cum, sir?”

  That treat was infused with his nanocybotics. Every hit of it made her come.

  Denying her his essence was denying her release. Would he be that cruel?

  He nodded.

  Her joy dimmed. Fuck. Her sir was mean.

  That turned her on.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chuckles continually scanned their surroundings for lifeforms. He used all of his abilities to ensure there were no threats to his female.

  The small five-legged beings were easily identified and appeared, as his little human had correctly stated, harmless. The vividly colored humanoids were more interested in consuming fruit than their presence, and the little beings lacked weapons of any kind.

  No other potentially dangerous beings were in the vicinity.

  Bettina should be safe.

  Chuckles discarded his body armor quickly, eager to feel her soft fingers against his bare skin. The garment was placed within arm’s length of them. His guns and daggers would be accessible.

  His fingers curled around the crystal hanging between his pecs. He would never put her at risk.

  “You’re so big, sir.” His female gazed at his cock with wide eyes.

  She was beautiful, kneeling before him, her bright blue-and-pink hair frizzy from the humidity, drops of moisture sparkling on her skin.

  The planet also burst with color. Brilliantly hued insects marched behind her. Bright-pink flowers the size of her head decorated the tree’s branches above them. Rich bluish-green vegetation rippled in the floral-scented breeze.

  Yet his female eclipsed her surroundings. She remained the most gorgeous being he’d ever viewed.

  And she was determined to shut down his processors.

  She glided her palms up his legs, tracing the muscles in his thighs, the dip under his simulated hipbones. He curled his fingers into fists, fighting for control.

  His female drifted her knuckles over his shaft and he bobbed, his traitorous body reacting to her touch.

  “You like that, don’t you, sir?” Her eyes glittered with amusement.

  “Stop teasing me and suck my cock.” He gave her those orders.

  Which she promptly ignored. She rolled his balls in her hands, that gentle treatment of him stripping his restraint.

  Then she extended her little pink tongue and licked him from base to tip. Pleasure rushed along his shaft.

  He pressed his lips together. She would cause his death.

  “I love the taste of you, sir.” She smacked her lips together.

  His female loved his taste. She loved it when he tied her up. She loved other things he did to her, for her.

  When would she use the human love words to describe him?

  He wanted that. Above all else.

  She nibbled around his rim, ratcheting his torment upward. He rumbled with frustration, needing her hot mouth around all of him.

  Pre-cum formed on his tip. She looked at it and then up at him. “I can’t swallow any of your cum, sir?”

  “None of it goes down that throat of yours.” He suspected she wouldn’t be able to obey that command, but hoped she would make an attempt.

  She released a heart-tugging sigh and swept her thumbs over his cock head, spreading his essence, making his flesh glisten.

  Satisfaction warmed his chest. His female was attempting to follow the rules. “You can do this, baby.”

  “I will try, sir.” She gave him a brave smile, as though not swallowing his cum would be the most difficult task a being had ever accomplished.

  His chest shook with mirth. He suppressed it because if he laughed, she would misbehave even more often than she currently did, and that might put her in peril. Her safety was everything to him.

  She pushed her lips over his tip and his humor vanished, replaced by raw, savage need. Her mouth was hot and wet and her grip on him was snug.

  Being the menace she was, she stopped moving and looked up at him. Her eyes danced. His bad, bad female processed exactly what she was doing.

  “Behave yourself.” He curved his fingers over her scalp and pulled her toward him, forcing her to take as much of his shaft as she could.

  His flesh touched the back of her throat. He held her to him. She wrapped her fingers around his base, covering that exposed part of him.

  He gazed down at her and a swell of emotion rippled over him.

  Nothing in the universe felt as good as being inside his female. He inhaled deeply, drawing her musk into his body. She cradled him with her tongue, sucked and released, sucked and released, the pressure, followed by the lack of it, sublime.

  Fraggin’ hole. He’d kill to protect this little human. She had given him her loyalty, her caring, her submission
, and he would safeguard her from any permanent damage.

  Temporary damage was his to dole out as he saw fit, and he sought to do that now. His fingers twisted in her vividly colored hair, his grip on her intensifying.

  Chuckles drew her away from him. Her lips dragged along his shaft. That soft flesh touched his rim and he pulled her toward him once more.

  He guided her over his shaft. She followed his lead, without question, without resistance, trusting him not to ravage her throat. He would never disrupt the faith she’d put in him, would handle her carefully.

  Pressure flowed down his spine. His pace increased. His balls slapped against her chin, the sound of flesh hitting flesh exciting him.

  She moaned. Her lips vibrated against his cock. Unable to remain still, he rocked into her, breeding with her mouth, venturing only as deep as she could take him.

  It was deep enough. Sensation washed over him again and again. He grunted, expressing his appreciation, his need, his wonder.

  His female was sparkle and color, softness and abundance, joy in physical form. She gazed at him as though he was fully functional, as though he was everything she could ever desire in a male.

  There was no processing power for the constant hurting in his knee. All of his systems were focused on her, her face, her mouth, her heat.

  Energy coursed through his circuits, flowing toward his cock. His muscles flexed. His balls ached.

  He gritted his teeth, battling to hold on, to wait one more—

  She sucked hard and he broke, howling, fracturing into a million fragments. He plunged into her. His tip tapped her throat and he emptied everything he had into his little female. Cum blasted out of him in pleasure-edged pulses.

  She parted her lips wider, made a hurting sound. Her ass wiggled. His essence streamed out of her mouth, dripped off her chin.

  The world went temporarily dark and silent, the bliss too much for his machine side to handle. He gripped her hair, needing to reassure himself she was there with him, safe.

  His processors immediately rebooted. His vision system flickered and stabilized.