Chapter Eight

Steele

The more time I spent with Zaya, the more I was attuned to her needs and desires. Her avatar that interacted with me in stasis barely touched on the nuances of her actual personality. Zaya was beautiful and smart and so responsive to my pleasuring her during breeding. I luxuriated in her companionship and her growing display of affection for me.

We spent that first week making repairs and preparing to retrofit the dwelling with electricity for lights and refrigeration. I ordered new flexible solar strips for the roof and a battery array for power storage. However, I discovered an old gas well on the property that could solve the problem of electricity and heat for Zaya's dwelling.

Such a system would be highly efficient and emit far less pollution than burning wood for heat. We could still use the solar panels for power, too, since I had already installed them. I met her coming from the barn as I returned from exploring her land.

"I've always known those pipes were there," said Zaya. "We just never knew their purpose."

"I used my onboard scanner to determine the purpose of that array. Now that I know I have ordered the unit, we will need to harness that energy. You will no longer need a large wood supply to heat your home once we get it installed."

"Thank you, Steele. You have done so much; I can't thank you enough."

As she looked up at me with genuine gratitude reflected in her beautiful eyes, I couldn't resist taking her into my arms and thoroughly kissing her soft lips. "No thanks are necessary, my mate. I would do anything for you to keep you safe and make your life easier. You are the joy in my life, and I love you."

"And now you wish to breed. I can feel your hardness against my belly."

"You do not?" I teased. Zaya knew by now that I could scent her arousal. I could always tell when she was wet for me. She was almost as responsive to me as I was to her.

She chuckled. "As if I could hide it from you."

I reached down and cupped her buttocks, lifting her to press my cock against her mons through our clothes. She wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

Looking into my eyes with a sassy smile on her lips, she whispered, "Steele, I think you have stolen my heart."

"That's only fair. You have stolen mine." Her lips were barely an inch from mine, so I kissed her again and started carrying her back into the barn.

Pressing her against a smooth wall, I untucked her shirt to gain access to her breasts and stimulate her nipples. She rewarded me with soft moans of pleasure and ground her sweet pussy against my cock. Her breasts were firm but pliable, and her pleasure in my touch gratified me.

When she said my name in a husky, sultry tone, it went straight to my cock. Her responses to my caresses and kisses were sweet torture to my throbbing erection. Zaya hardly noticed when I slipped her t-shirt over her head until I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it.

She arched her back and held my head, running her fingers through my hair. The scent of her arousal was growing stronger as I was quickly reaching the limits of my control. While I sucked on her other nipple, I ripped open the hook-loop closure on her pants and pushed them off her. Then I opened mine and slid my cock into her hot, wet pussy.

Ah, sweet relief!

Zaya sobbed in pleasure as I filled her and crushed her to me.

I gripped her buttocks and used my arms to cushion her back from the hard wall while I pounded into her hard and fast. Zaya clung to me with her arms and legs and vocalized her delight as I repeatedly drove my cock deeply into her.

She had been so aroused that she had come as I penetrated her. She had three more orgasms before my one mind-blowing orgasm. It was pure ecstasy.

Zaya hugged me tightly as I poured my essence into her womb, and her inner walls milked my cock. "Ah, Steele, I love the way you fuck me—and I love you."

"Sweet Zaya, you know I love you, too." Then I kissed her mouth tenderly, cradling the back of her head in my hand. I stayed inside her for a long time, kissing and caressing her, telling her without words how precious she was to me.

Even before she said the words aloud, I believed she cared for me by how she reciprocated the affection I showed her. Zaya always treated me with kindness and respect and never tried to deny our genetic bond. With her, I knew utter bliss for the first time in my life.

Zaya

Breeding with Steele was exhilarating and strenuous, and I loved it. My ongoing desire for him surprised me after the things that Gar'hako had done to me. However, the treatment I had received continued to ease and make the memory of that time fade away so that it hardly seemed real anymore.

Steele was my life now. I never dreamed that I could fall in love so quickly. But I could sense something between us as soon as he picked me up in his arms to carry me from Gar'hako's quarters. I immediately knew that I was safe.

Now that I understand our genetic connection better, I'm sure the pheromones played a large part in that feeling of connection. I know it was responsible for stoking my desire for Steele. Once we had fucked that first time, I quickly learned what a generous and caring lover he was.

I think it was mainly how he freely shared affectionate gestures that won my heart. Sometimes, he took me into his arms for a hug and a kiss impulsively. He never just assumed I wanted to breed because I was aroused. But with Steele giving off those powerful pheromones, I was easily aroused. Of course, he was always ready and willing to breed. Still, he would always ask for consent.

Perhaps the relationship started with our physical attraction, but it quickly became so much more than that. We worked hard and played hard together. We'd gotten so much done since Steele brought me back to the ranch almost three weeks ago. The garden was weeded, and we harvested everything that was ready. Steele repaired the roof and replaced the solar panels, so we now had working lights in the house and the barn.

A fully automated harvester arrived a few days ago to cut my hay. It not only cut it but dried it and compressed it into neat bales that I could easily handle alone. The harvester came with bots that loaded the bales on a cart and stacked them in the barn. The machine and its bots finished the whole job in one day.

Ever since Steele came into my life, things have turned around for the better. I felt so much tenderness for this cyborg; I could no longer imagine my life without him in it.

In the throes of post-coital bliss, I was starting to get sleepy. The combination of our enthusiastic breeding and endorphins put me in a completely relaxed state.

Ever attentive to my needs, Steele pulled out of me and set me on my feet. Putting his cock back into his pants, he fastened them and gathered up my discarded clothes, and helped me dress. Then he scooped me up into his arms and carried me back to the house, where he laid me in our bed for a nap.

I only felt a little bit guilty, leaving him with the rest of the chores, although I knew he didn't mind. He thought it was worth the tradeoff since it saved my strength for breeding. I didn't mind doing chores, but I enjoyed breeding with Steele so much more.