Chapter 4: Armor
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’smore 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 seesallof 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 otherparts. 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.”
