Chapter 14: Thruster
Once we're cleaned up and dried off, Kelta has me sit on the bed and then opens a kit of tools and parts.
“I’m going to be as gentle as I can,” she says.
I shake my head. “It’s going to hurt no matter what without spray.”
“Spray?”
“Hasn’t hardly been any since the war ended. I’m used to digging things out without numbing agents.”
“How often do you get hit?” She removes the most damaged panels first.
“Every few days.”
Kelta looks inside me with a flashlight. “Well, stop it.”
I laugh. “Like I can just stop bullets.”
“Maybe I should look into designing you a shield.”
“Would be nice.”
Kelta wraps a hand over my bicep, sticks the flashlight in her mouth, repositions it with her tongue, and grabs the tweezers without looking.
“Talented.” She’s already turning me on again.
When she notices my eyes on her mouth, she pulls the flashlight out. “Give me a second, honey. I’ll give you a dose of hormonal painkillers when I’ve got you operational again.”
Kelta puts the flashlight back in her mouth, repositions it again with her tongue, winks at me, and then pries the tweezers inside my back. She pulls out a twisted bullet and hands it to me. Then she reaches in again, grabs another tool I can't see, and reconnects something.
The engines come online like humans speak of a sleeping limb waking. “That’s it.”
She tightens something.
“Easy, not too tight. Use the tube. Put a dab of the sealant in there. My body will absorb it and meld the connection for you.”
The connection loosens, and a dab of something cool drips inside my back. It soon softens, and the pangs wash away into nothingness.
Kelta replaces the panels, fixes my shoulder without help, and puts away the tools. Then she walks to me, still naked and the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Happy to see me?” She smirks, kneels before me, and runs a hand up my hard shaft in admiration.
Kelta pushes me back on the bed, continually stroking me. “Hope this helps.”
“I feel better alr—”
Her hot tongue licks over my tip and glides down my shaft, then up again. One of her hands cups my balls, the other the base of my cock, while she presses her lips down over my titanhood.
The sensations are too much. Her soft tongue curling around my girth as she bobs her head over mine makes me quiver with surging need. Engines spark all over, including the ones she just repaired. I strain to keep them offline, but it is a struggle. And yet, I love the way she fires me up.
I could Torch the world and not care, as long as I have her with me.
My cock flexes under her control, obeying her every coaxing command.
When Kelta hums a note of hungry lust, my balls tighten.
“Kelta!”
