C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) by Eve Langlais

he’d stop her from acting in that manner, but surely he’d find a way. He set his neural net to looking for an answer as he continued to kiss her.
     
    *
     
    Chloe kissed Joe as a way of ignoring the hurt he’d inadvertently inflicted when he informed her she was just a living, breathing sexbot to him. She’d suspected he wanted her for sex, but somehow she’d also expected he’d at least couch it in some terms of affection like most men did. She’d forgotten though. As part machine, Joe didn’t think like a regular human male. Nor did he make love like one. So perhaps, she could forgive him his less-than-tender declaration a teensy, tiny bit, so long as he kept making her see stars.
    His touch electrified every one of her senses while his kiss left her desperate for more. So despite the fact he blatantly declared her nothing more than a receptacle for his cock, she took what he offered. Why not? It was still better than anything she ever had back home.
    Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she glanced down at him, staring at his face, so handsome with its chiseled planes and sensual lips. His eyes almost glowed, their intense blueness so bright in his tanned face. She let her gaze trail down to his wide shoulders then his chest. His poor abused chest. She slid back on his stomach until the jutting length of his cock halted her. At least five holes, already knitting shut, adorned his torso, and while they didn’t bleed, their very presence made tears pool.
    Despite his claim that his programming didn’t let him feel, she knew it had to hurt. He was perhaps not conscious of it, but at some level, his psyche surely screamed. She leaned forward and kissed the skin below a wound.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “It is human custom to kiss injuries better.”
    “But your lips do not possess healing nanos.”
    “It is meant to heal the emotions of the inured party,” she replied, kissing the area just above another injury.
    One by one, she kissed the flesh around his wounds, conscious of his gaze tracking her every move.
    “It does not make any logical sense, however, I find myself improving. There is just one more spot that requires a healing embrace,” he stated.
    “Did I miss one?” she asked, scanning him for more injuries.
    “It is behind you.”
    She turned her head to look, but his thighs and calves appeared unblemished. “Where?”
    “I am in possession of a throbbing pain in my erectile tissue. Perhaps a kiss would alleviate the discomfort?”
    It took a second, but when his sly innuendo penetrated, she whirled back to face him. He grinned unabashedly at her.
    “Oh, you’re bad,” she chided, her lips twitching at his unexpected humor.
    “Actually, because of my programming, I am good in just about any situation.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” she replied as she changed her position so that she knelt between his thighs. “Let me show you.” She grasped his shaft, its thickness shocking her into wondering how it fit in her sex. Obviously some kind of sexual cyborg magic. “First though, do you have a cloth I can use? Something I can wash you with.”
    In a flash, he’d sprung from the bed, his taut buttocks flexing as he went to the bathroom and emerged with the med kit and a damp cloth.
    “You did not tend to your injury,” he admonished, pulling out a bandage for her arm. She’d completely forgotten about it.
    “It’s nothing.”
    “You do not have nanos like I do so you must bandage and keep the area clean lest infection strike.” With gentle hands, he wrapped the gauze around her arm, securing it with some medical tape. His work done, he bent his head and kissed her covered wound, his whispered, “All better,” making her shiver.
    “Thank you,” she replied in a husky voice she didn’t recognize. “Now time to make you feel better. Lie down.”
    He immediately complied, his shaft pointing upwards and obviously eager for her touch. Using the wet cloth as a