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Darken fucked her slowly at first, staring into her eyes as he drove his cock into her, making sure to rub her clit at the hilt. They had used different positions, but they liked to face each other when they made love. It was not just sex; it was the melding of their soul, whether an organic telepathic connection or shared nanocybots that connected their perception.
Gina gloried in the thrust of his cock, filling her again and again as their bodies smacked together. Their easy rhythm was punctuated by a deep tongue-tangling kiss that stoked their arousal, sustaining their pleasure in each other. When they reached the point of no return, Darken took them to climax hard and fast until Gina screamed in ecstasy while he came.
Mine! Yours! Love!Primal emotion reverberated silently as they held each other intimately, coming down from the euphoria of their mutual orgasm.
They kissed and caressed even after Darken waned and he pulled out. Gina loved how he seemed to bask in their intimacy and her caresses. He never knew the pleasure of loving hugs and caresses, never having a childhood or parents.
Cyborgs were valued for their fighting skills and longevity. While they shared a comradery with their fellow cyborgs and maybe a hug of reunion on occasion, they never had a childhood or a parent to cuddle them. But when they found their mates, they delighted in the new experience, never truly realizing what they were missing.
Knowing how much Darken enjoyed being held and caressed, she lavished him with that show of affection. She also adored that he reciprocated spontaneously.
They lay together for a long time before getting up to shower and settling into bed to sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Darken and Gina spent part of their bonding time training her to assist him on the job. She was enthused to learn the new skills needed to support her mate and partner.
They started every other day with an early morning jog, then Darken taught her the basics of self-defense inside, where it was cool. They’d transformed the unfinished room into a gym of sorts, adding soft mats and a punching bag.
All too often, those sessions would end with them fucking on the mat, but usually not before they actually worked out. Afterward, they’d shower and get something to eat.
Darken used three main weapons: a pistol-style blaster, an ion rifle, various blades, and throwing knives. He reviewed all of the particulars of each one, showing her how they worked, multiple applications, and how to maintain them.
They were initially doing target practice in laser mode by the second week, then with live blasts and bolts. Darken mixed it with teaching Gina knife throwing and using knives in close combat.
This day, they finished their training with hand-to-hand combat and then threw knives at a wooden target. Gina had four to launch as she stepped into position. Two hit the mark and didn’t stick. One completely missed, and the last was a perfect hit.
“Mind you, I don’t want you to rely on hand-to-hand combat skills because you are still a novice,” Darken warned her. “I don’t want to put you into that situation. I would more likely have you lay down some cover fire with one of the guns. You wouldn’t even need to hit anything anyway.”
“Good to know. I would probably be too shaky to hit anything.”
“Considering the time, you have spent learning these skills, you are doing well. From what Jolt Somber said, most of our job is what he called public relations---letting people know the war is over and getting them back on the communications network.”
“That was my impression, too,” said Gina.
“Just to be safe, though, I have ordered custom armor for you. It should be here any day.”
“Do you really think people will shoot at us?”
“Well, if you lived on an isolated ranch with no communication with the rest of the world, and strangers landed in front of your house, what would you do?”
“I would probably get out my gun.”
“This is all new to me. They dropped me off wherever in the war and told me who to kill. Now, I must try not to kill anyone and keep people from killing each other.”
“But they trained you for this, didn’t they?”
“I had virtual training with special emphasis on evaluation and extrapolation for a plan of action according to the laws I must enforce. Killing people is the last resort,” he explained. “But my first priority is keeping you safe.”
Darken took her into his arms, ending the training session. Gina smiled and turned up her face for a kiss. He pressed his lips to hers, savoring the feel of her in his arms and the way she hugged him back. The time they’d spent together in the weeks since they met was the best in his life.
Once they started the job, they wouldn’t have the freedom they had now to simply stop and enjoy a hug and a kiss or a full-out breeding session.
Darken had spent his whole life fighting and killing, and it felt like his soul became darker and darker. Gina was his light at the end of the tunnel, the sunlight after the storm.
It was good that he’d had a few years to come down from his war career. The cyborg creators had engineered them to get an endorphin response to killing the enemy. Darken had killed thousands and enjoyed it because of the endorphins. But he had felt differently when he had faced the real possibility that he was dying and abandoned.
Afterward, he wondered if that was how the beings felt that he killed as they were dying. Had he died in that field alone, he would never have known the bliss of breeding with Gina or felt her tenderness for him.
