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They kissed again, their tongues caressing and swirling in a sensual dance, sending new frissons of desire straight to her clit. He rolled her on her back, still kissing her, with his thigh between her legs against her mons.
Stalker seemed bent on a slow excursion, kissing and tasting every inch of her body. Neely knew she would be mad for release before he finished, but she didn’t mind because she knew it would be mind-blowing when it came.
He dragged his mouth over her neck and upper chest before reaching her throbbing nipples, sucking each one at length. Then it was on to her lower chest and abdomen.
Neely was a quivering mass before he even reached her mons. He spread her legs and pushed them up so her feet were flat on the bed. He dragged his tongue up her channel lapping her juices before his lips settled on her clit. She was so wet then that he easily pushed two fingers inside her.
The sheer delight was excruciating, and Neely didn’t last long before screaming in ecstasy with the sheer magnitude of her orgasm. Each time he lapped his tongue over her clit she bucked her hips, clawing at the bed and crying out at his sweet torment.
Soon he was kissing and tasting his way back up her body until they were face to face. “Are you ready,” he asked sweetly after a tender kiss.
“I am so ready!” she asserted. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” he whispered huskily, then kissed her again. Seconds later, his cock was filling her.
Neely was happy to let him set the pace; she wanted him to feel the exquisite pleasure he’d given her. Thrust after thrust, he pounded into her faster and faster, slamming his cock hard and deep into her.
She reveled in his carnal onslaught. His passion seemed to stoke hers even higher. This cyborg man was the one she loved beyond all doubt, more than she ever dreamed possible.
As they chased their mutual climax, it was as if the world fell away, and they rose onto their own cloud, soaring in ecstasy until she came again and brought him with her. Neely cried out in joy as his cock pulsed inside her, pumping his hot seed into her womb where one day it would take hold, and their child would grow.
But not today. Today was just for them to share their love through their joining. And it was a great day to be alive.
Two days later, a ten-man cyborg team arrived to demolish standing structures to make way for the new town. They brought counselors to liaise with the dwellers living in partial buildings that provided a modicum of shelter.
They had learned a lot since Vyken Dark and his team had returned to Earth five years ago. As soon as the demolitions were finished, the next crew arrived with machinery to clear away the rubble and prepare the ground for rebuilding.
A small town soon replaced the section of Los Angeles once ruled by Vradin Blackwood. New homes were spaced widely apart to give residents room to homestead. While the rescued people were in the refuge, Enclave advisors taught them how to grow their own fruits and vegetables and preserve them.
That was just the start. Initially, the Enclave would continue sending supplies to keep the citizens fed and clothed while working toward self-sufficiency. The Enclave also encouraged cottage industries such as weaving cloth from cotton and making clothing, soap making, and milling grains.
Medics collected DNA from women who wanted to find a cyborg mate, while several found their males by chance. By the time Neely’s new friend Rena moved into her new home, she had accepted Brandix as her mate.
Word spread throughout the region as the first new town was built and settled. It was something tangible that people could see. Many were eager to cooperate once people living in broken-down buildings realized they could live in decent houses and receive food, clothing, and tools to become self-sufficient.
Renovating the former Los Angeles megalopolis was one of the biggest jobs in re-taming the west. Stalker was grateful that gang bosses there didn’t have the Federation in their pocket like the eastern Overlords. That gave him freer rein to apply the law equally and earned him a reputation for being tough but fair.
Limited access to machinery for clearing the ruins and construction of new housing made overall progress slower than optimal. They needed to build more factories, to build the machinery required to build more factories.
It would come, and the cyborgs were determined to make it happen because they had a big stake in making it a good place to nurture their mates and raise their offspring. But it would take time.
Epilogue
Four years later
It was 3 a.m., and the baby was crying. Stalker jumped out of bed and scooped his son Jarrod from his crib before his crying woke Neely. At least he’d slept long enough for his parents’ uninterrupted lovemaking.
Stalker smiled to himself as he cuddled his son against his shoulder, carrying him to the kitchen to extract a bottle of breast milk from the refrigerator. He warmed it to body temperature in seconds in the food processor, then carried his tiny boy to the living room to feed him.
Needing far less sleep than an unenhanced human, it was no hardship for Stalker to tend to his beautiful son in the middle of the night, even multiple times. Stalker relished his time with his tiny son as he watched him suckle his mother’s milk from the bottle.
Even though he knew the biology, the reality of creating another life with his beloved mate seemed nothing short of miraculous. That two people could fill his life with so much love was more than he ever dared to dream.
The End