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The female scraped me out with impressive conviction.

I have never seen a human try so hard to save a Titan.

It makes me feel undeserving of her care.

But when I caught her scent as she worked, something in me changed.

Her fight to lug my failing body up the hill to her cave only solidified my growing desire.

A dirty thought enters my mind and zings around in my half-awake state like a feverish dream. I wish she was grunting for a better reason.

I am stuck in the haze of partial operation. Severe dehydration and heat have rendered my nanosolution to a shred of the volume it used to be. I am certain my Brothers are better off being encased deeper in cooler mud.

The curse of being able to communicate and see the world was that the sun would beat down on me with powerful force and zap moisture from me if I opened any orifice on my body for any reason.

Hours pass. I swim in thoughts and dizzy visions of the little female helping me drink, repairing various parts of my body, and feeding me. She is so beautiful and fragrant that I want to drink her in. After five years, I am desperate for stimulation, companionship, and comfort.

She tastes of berries, the same berries she feeds me with soft hands. Soft like her thighs…

The female straddles my chest again. I draw her close every chance I get, wanting only to keep her safe and find some reassurance I’m not dreaming, that I am free, and she is here with me.

The one who protected me from a Black Death in the desert has earned my dedication for the rest of my operation. But it’s more than that. There’s something special about this female that initiates programs that have never run before.

At some point, she bathes me with a rag, going as far as to remove my busted rocket boots and pants. A gloriously soft sensation glides up my cock out of nowhere, igniting a surge of need so strong, it brings me back to the world.

“What are you doing?” I rasp, fearing I’ll offend her if she sees all of me. “That touch is forbidden.”

“It used to be. Rules don’t matter anymore, not when survival is our focus.

” The female lifts her rag. “Would you rather do it yourself? I was just cleaning up the mud-crusted grease in your joints. Seems you sweat some of it out. No surprise with as hot as you got in the desert. I just don’t have the strength to lug you to the creek. ”

I reach for the rag, but when she hands it to me, a new program runs in the background. It makes me take her hand and pull her on top of me.

She gasps and jolts. “What are you doing?”

“My sensors tell me its getting too cold for you because you are human.”

The female shivers against me, and I need no other information.

“You have cared for me for a long time. Please rest.”

“What about your brothers?”

“They aren’t going anywhere.”

“Hours ago, you didn’t want to leave them. Now, you sound a bit heartless.”

“You were right. And with as good as I feel after your repairs, I’m certain I can free my Brothers, but I’m going to need you to help me get them all going again.”

She snuggles closer to my neck and curls up on my chest. “It is cold at night here.”

Agreed. I wrap my arms around her to keep her as warm as I can.

She laughs softly. “Armor? Are you attracted to humans? Is that even a thing?”

“I am told many Titans have human mates. No Titan females except pilots who do not have legs or other parts . Few human males left after the war. It seems natural even if it’s forbidden.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

She’s right, I didn’t, because I’m afraid of the consequences.

“I am.”

“You speak your mind to a human?” she asks. “How? I mean, I prefer it, but...”

I look down at her body against mine and struggle to quell the lust heating in my body. “I was sent a recording of our Commander freeing us from regulations involving those matters. My brothers do not yet have it.”

She makes a noise of surprise. “Armor?”

I’m getting so hard it’s becoming painful. If I don’t give in to some of my needs, I’m going to crack.

“Sorry.” But as my rigid length digs into her thigh, I regret nothing. “You bathed me. Can I bathe you? It only seems fair.”

She lifts her head. “No, that’s weird. Isn’t it?”

“Why?”

“You’re the injured one. I’m not.”

I’m not broken anymore. I feel better than I have in years. And I know there isn’t a lot of time if the Titans are getting off of Ellipsis in the next few days.

“What is your name?” I finally ask.

“Esthielle. Esthi is fine.”

I cradle her closer to me, eager for another taste of her. Sweeping my lips over hers evokes a glance from her under hooded eyelids. She’s tired and cold. But she doesn’t shy away when I bond our mouths together to savor that luscious flavor of her again.

But I can’t seem to stop. I want more with every touch of her flesh against mine. Savoring her supple neck, I loosen the top of her armor and trail kisses down her chest with growing hunger.

“Tell me to stop Esthi,” I rumble. “I will obey.”

She smiles sleepily at me. “Feels nice.”

I cautiously slip my tongue inside her bra and swipe it over her tantalizing nipple. Every lick makes her moan more and me harder until I’m aching for release.

“My savior, I will do anything you ask,” I whisper as I roll us over in search of a better position to taste all of her. “But you feel so good I don’t want to stop.”

Her body warms with gentle heat, nothing like Firebolt’s wild electricity or Catalyst’s power generators. I work her suit down her belly and over her hips, kissing her and nibbling at her curves, intoxicated by her plush flesh and the way it leaves a light flavor on my tongue.

“Armor?” she breathes. “I’m...”

“What?”I glide my nose over her pussy, following the musky fragrance I crave more of, finding it between her petal soft folds.

She squirms and gasps. “Armor...”

“Tell me to stop.” I’m desperate for an excuse to keep going and yet afraid I can’t control myself if I do. Esthi’s scent makes me feel wild and like I could become something more than Titan.

I dip my tongue into her with curiosity. Esthi braces herself on my shoulders as I dive deeper, eager to satisfy my need to explore every corner of her body.

“You can’t possibly want me,” she mutters in disbelief. “This isn’t happening.”

I collect her by her hips, draw her to me, and plunge my tongue into her hot core. My cock flexes with interest as if it’s jealous. I’m lost is my desire for her. I felt it the first moment I caught her scent. I want her.

She looks down at me with bewilderment.

I slip a finger inside and feel her clench around me.

Esthi arches She doesn’t ask me to stop like I expect.

I insert two fingers. She gasps, and her nipples tighten. The urge to bury myself in her grows so powerful that holding back has me shaking.

“Please,” she begs. “I want...”

“What?”

Her lungs pick up their pace. Esthi pushes me back, kisses me with fervor, straddles me, then slides her wet pussy over my shaft and lets out a grunt of relief.

This is what I wanted. I just can’t believe it’s happening to me. The rush she gives me makes me grab her hips and steady her so I can have a moment to anchor my thoughts.

My ultromotor surges in my chest. I did not expect her to be so interested in me. All I wanted was to pleasure and serve her.

Esthi rides me slowly at first, moaning softly. But she quickly picks up the pace, thrusting my euphoria to a new height, something so foreign that I can’t do much but watch her pleasure herself on my titanhood.

She steadies her body with her hands on my stomach. It takes several bondings before she can accept me completely. The moment she finally does, my balls tighten.

“Shit. Esthi...”

As I look up at her bouncing breasts and all the scars on her flesh in the pale light of my digibadge, I know she wants and needs to feel good as much as I do.

Her core grips me. Esthi cries out in ecstasy, giving me an additional high that makes my programs run erratically as if I’ve suddenly been corrupted. As I pump into her, her body commanding mine, I’m certain there’s nothing in the universe that could ever feel as good as she does right now.

When our bodies calm, and she falls against me, I hold her close, swearing to protect her with every ounce of me. I need her more now than I ever thought I could.

She is mine.

Hours ago, I was still buried in dried mud. Now, I have a human mate, one that can fix Titans. There’s something different about Esthi.

I just hope she doesn’t change her mind about me when she wakes up.

So I force myself to stay up to protect her and linger in this moment for as long as I can.

It’s the first time in my operation that a broken part of me has finally felt whole again.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep things that way, holding onto Esthi forever.