Under Strain by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cynthia Sax

She must have dozed off. A squeak woke her.

Kamyelle jerked into consciousness. A lifespan of sleeping in trees prevented her from falling to the ground. She couldn’t remember what she’d dreamed but it must have been an extremely stimulating fantasy. Her nipples were taut, and her pussy was wet.

She gazed upward, between the leaves, the branches. The parts of the sky she could see were devoid of ships, clear of clouds.

Moments passed.

Her arousal didn’t fade. Awareness shimmered over her, a sense of connection she only felt with Strain, with her warrior. He—

Another squeak interrupted the quiet. Kamyelle glanced down at the ground.

A caviomorph sniffed around the body armor. She stiffened with alarm. The creatures tended to piss on things.

“Leave that alone.” She waved her hands, trying to shoo it away from Strain’s protective garments.

The creature looked up at her. Its whiskers twitched, as if to relay its defiance. It lifted one of its hind legs.

“You are not pissing on my warrior’s body armor.” She twisted a fruit off a branch and hurled it at the caviomorph.

Her aim was perfect. The fruit hit the creature’s head and exploded.

The caviomorph issued a series of squeaks as it ran into the jungle. Juices dripped down its skull.

“Your complaints aren’t valid, caviomorph.” She yelled at it. “The fruit was too soft to do you any harm, and it’s one of your favorite sources of nourishment.” She picked a second fruit and pitched it in the creature’s direction. “Consider that to be compensation for your injuries.”

Judging by the rummaging sounds coming from the vegetation, the creature was enjoying its windfall. The fruit was laden with liquid. The creature would have to find something else to piss on soon.

“That something won’t be Strain’s garments.” Kamyelle glared at the pieces she guarded. “I’m protecting your body armor, warrior.” She should be quiet, but almost dying had made her reckless, not more cautious. “Not that you care about it.” He’d left it on the ground.

And he had left her in the tree. She crossed her arms under her bare breasts. Using that logic, he must not care about her either.

That irritated her. “I could be dead, and you wouldn’t know it.”

An excitingly familiar rumble rolled through the air. A gray blur streaked toward her.

One moment, she was balanced on the tree branch. The next moment, she was flat on her back on the ground with a naked cyborg warrior braced over her, his grimly set lips a breath away from hers, his brilliant blue eyes peering down at her.

“You won’t die.” His countenance was dark. His voice was gruff. “I won’t allow it.”

If anyone could stop her from experiencing that inevitable fate, it would be her male.

She stared up at him, breathless, needy. “I could—”

“No.” He covered her lips with his, the force of his kiss driving her head back into the soft soil.

She gasped, surprised by the pent-up emotion in his embrace. Her warrior took advantage of her disorientation. He plunged his tongue into her again and again, in a series of short, powerful thrusts, fucking her fervently with that part of him.

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