Her Cyborg Awakes (Diaspora Worlds) Read Free

pressing and circling with strong fingers. His
touch seemed to go deep inside her body, almost removing the unpleasant
tightness within her.
    He cleaned her breasts with slick fragrant
cleanser. She had never taught him to play with her nipples, but his massaging
touch brushed them constantly, sending tingles of pleasure through her body.
She felt the deep tension melt way.
    “It is time for you to lean on the side,
Sabralia.” She kneeled, resting her head on her arms on the side of the pool.
Qy’s hand slid to her buttocks, squeezing and stroking in a deep massage, and
she melted in bliss. Heat flooded through her and she could feel herself get
wet. His hands slid down her legs, massaging her thighs, her calves. He spent
much time on her feet, rubbing each toe in a circular motion. Then he turned
her around and massaged up the front of her legs.
    “The nozzle now? Or kissing?” His voice was low,
seductive, like she had taught him.
    “Kissing.”
    Qy was not the best of kissers, not as she
remembered kissing boys in her youth. His movements were mechanical, and she
found she enjoyed the kissing more if she was already aroused. Knowing that
kissing her did not give him pleasure or arousal took much of the pleasure away
for her.
    They kissed for short while, then she murmured,
“The nozzle.”
    “Yes.” He slid a water nozzle between her legs.
She wrapped her arms about his neck and they kissed, while he applied the
stream of water to her clit. She came with a shudder, and then buried her face
in his neck, crying for things she couldn’t have, for the life she was trapped
in.
    “I will wash your hair now, Mistress.” Qy
proceeded to cleanse and rinse her with clear water, while she let tears stream
down her face. She never felt lonelier than after she came in the arms of her
cyborg. He wasn’t really there with her, had no ability for emotional
communion…her life was empty, unless she pretended.
    But the tension was gone, for a moment. Did she
really dare to hide on the beach?
    She ate a small breakfast, but didn’t feel like
doing anything. Qy sat with her on the divan on the balcony overlooking the
sea, and they watched the waves. She closed her eyes after a while, though
sleeping was no real solution.
     
      Chapter Two
     
    Sabralia dressed carefully in her new gown. The
colors made her skin look whiter and her eyes a mysterious dark blue. Qy did
her hair in an elaborate upsweep, but showed her several simple but elegant
styles she could do herself if her hair got mussed while he was busy.
    Bile rolled up her throat at the thought of
activities that would muss her hair.
    The festivities began with a meal, followed by a
series of performances, some from the Harem, and others from professional
troupes and musicians hired for the occasion. Emperor Sirn sat in a shielded
box overlooking the stage. Sabralia sat near the side aisle, where she could
slip away, next to several older women, contract wives like herself. Only they
had children by Sirn, and so they would retire to their quarters after the
meal, safe from the officers. Other harem women were giggling and whispering,
already flirting with the officers, who were dressed alike in their white and
orange formal uniforms. The officers looked hard, like men who got what they
wanted, no matter what. Sabralia shivered and tried to avoid any eye contact
with them. Lucky for her, many of the harem women were working hard to be
visible and noticed by the men. Sabralia slid down in her seat and watched the
extravagant program.
    She slipped out to the retiring room before the
program was over and used her com to call for Qy to come check her hair.  While
she waited for him she pulled on a section of her gown and caused a small tear.
Now she had an excuse to go up to her rooms.
    Qy came to inspect her hair and makeup, which was
fine. It was now or never. She took a steadying breath. “Qy, please take our
beach equipment to the small cove at the beach I enjoy so