Viper
It was true. I had never seen anything more beautiful or sexy. The sight of Oz chasing her pleasure was a sight that would be seared into my processors. It doesn’t matter that my naked ass was on top of a pile of leaves and that I’d have dirt in places I never thought possible.
An overwhelming need had taken hold and getting inside my female had overridden any objections my mind might have come up with.
The world had narrowed, the sounds of the forest fading, as my thumb slid between our bodies to play with her clit.
She threw her head back, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Viper,” she moaned. I had never heard anything so sweet. Still, I wanted my female mindless, so lost in pleasure that she found it hard to form words.
So, I thrusted my hips upward, slamming into her tight channel from below, driving my cock even deeper, making her gasp.
Her mouth rounded into an O as I took over. My hips thrust upwards like a cyborg possessed, wanting every inch to be enveloped in her tight, wet, heat.
My thumb continued to strum her engorged bud and the walls of her pussy fluttered around my cock.
My female was close. She had stopped trying to speak, simply moaning and whimpering as I bounced her on my cock. It had hardened to the point of pain, my visual systems threatening to blank out as my climax roared up to meet me.
“Now,” I commanded. Oz’s channel clamped down, a cry ripping from her throat. She came hard at the exact time I erupted with a howl, my systems short circuiting as I spilled deep inside of her.
I came back online to the feeling of her shaking my shoulders, a look of worry etched across her features.
My cock gave another twitch, still sheathed snugly within her depths.
“I guess that means you’re okay.” Her lips turned up into a smile.
I offered her a wolfish grin. “Never been better.”
“Tell me that again when you are scrubbing twigs and dirt from between your ass cheeks.” Her hands cupped my face. “Holy hell, Viper, what was that? We might have scarred some squirrels for life.” She laughed then dropped her head to my chest.
A blimp of a new code flashed across my mind, catching my attention. I scanned it, hoping to find its source. It belonged to something I had never encountered before.
Could that be the bond?My programming zipped along the scrolling set of numbers, mapping it, and attempting to trace it.
There you are. I found you.But wait, that couldn’t be right. The code I had detected was coming from Oz’s implant. It should be off.
After I took Oz back and we cleaned up, I had planned on taking her to Dax. I had to do what my female wished, even if I hated it. That is why I wanted the bond. But now I wasn’t even sure it had taken.
Asking a cyborg about the bonding process was frowned upon. It was something special between the cyborg and their female. I had no set parameters to work with. No set of data I could rely on to let me know if we were now bonded.
But what I saw now was the horrendous coding used to create the implant. The thing was a mess. A ticking time bomb of tech that some stupid human had designed so badly, I was surprised that Oz had survived using it at all.
But as I examined the infantile programming, I realized the solution to saving Oz was staring me in the face. The implant was attempting to connect with my processors, wanting to stabilize itself and use my superior coding to fix its own failing program.
Oz’s brain was completely organic. It doesn’t have the ability to form a lasting link to the implant. It had been leaking out, damaging the tissue around it, searching for a secure, grounded connection.
The walls that had been around it had crumbled, allowing me to see it clearly. To see the deadly tendrils of code as they seeped out, trying to burrow in and link with her brain.
I could see where Dax had tried to cut them off and stop the spread, but he had only put a band aid over a bullet wound. Only a model like me could figure it out and repair it.
I hadn’t cared before. If I had, I might have fixed it instead of allowing to it become so corrupt. Guilt welled up. I could have spared my female so much pain. But I had been so blinded by my anger, and now the solution wasn’t going to be as simple as it would have been at the start.
The implant had to be shut down, a new program uploaded, and it had to be forever linked to my own processors. Doing this would allow Oz access to the innerworkings of my mind. My coding, programming, and memories would be at her fingertips.
The question was, could I trust her with everything that made me, well, me?
I realized I already had.
That wasn’t what was holding me back. I would gladly have Oz in my head for the rest of our days.
But to fix this I was left with only one option.
To save her, Oz had to die.