Cyborg’s Love (BioCircuit Nexus)

Chapter 8—Zarakano

ZARAKANO APPROACHED the entrance to the old sewage tunnels, his cybernetic eye scanning the area for any potential threats. He turned to Parka, who hung back with a look of disgust on her face.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, wrinkling her nose at the foul odor emanating from the tunnel entrance.

He kept his voice calm and reassuring. “To a safe house. It’s hidden deep underground, accessible only through these old tunnels.”

Her eyes widened. “You want us to go in there? It smells awful, and what if it collapses on us?”

“The smell is unpleasant, but the infrastructure is sound,” he assured her. “The enclave maintains these routes. They’re safer than you might think.”

She hesitated, eyeing the dark entrance warily. “I don’t know about this. It seems risky.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “I understand your concern, but we need to move quickly. This is our best option for staying off the grid.”

After a moment’s consideration, she nodded reluctantly. “All right. I trust you. Lead the way.”

He activated the low-light mode in his cybernetic eye and stepped into the tunnel. The musty air filled his nostrils as they descended into the darkness. He heard Parka’s footsteps behind him, tentative at first but growing more confident as they progressed.

As they navigated the winding passages, his mind raced with thoughts of Project Hive and the betrayal he’d uncovered. Responsibility pressed down on him, knowing that the fate of countless cyborgs hung in the balance. He also worried for the humans who were simply enhanced and could be controlled with Project Asset.

After what seemed like hours of walking through the damp tunnels, they finally reached a nondescript metal door. He placed his hand on a hidden scanner, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

Inside, four figures turned to greet them. He recognized his fellow enclave members—Dizzy, a tall, lanky cyborg with enhanced sensory capabilities; Prang, a stocky engineer with reinforced limbs; Kylor, a former combat specialist with advanced targeting systems; and Baz, a quiet but brilliant hacker with a neural interface that rivaled Zarakano’s.

“You made it,” said Dizzy, relief evident in her voice. “We were starting to worry.”

He nodded. “We had a few close calls, but we’re here now. This is Parka. She’s been instrumental in uncovering Project Hive.”

The others murmured greetings as he made his way to the central computer terminal. He sat down and connected himself to the system, feeling the familiar rush of data flowing through his neural pathways. “I’ve got the data from the old lab. Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

For the next several hours, the group pored over the information, each focusing on different aspects of Project Hive. His heart sank as the full scope of the plan became clear.

“This is terrible,” said Prang, his voice grim. “Serita provided the neural interface technology, and Mizella developed a way to disguise its installation as routine maintenance.”

“That's what we've already pieced together,” said Parka.

“The data just confirms it,” he said, stomach sinking.

Kylor nodded. “They’ve been building a network of sleeper agents right under our noses.”

His cybernetic eye twitched when he dug deeper into the data streaming through his neural nodes. “There’s more. The program is set to activate during Unity Day. They’re planning to turn hundreds of upgraded cyborgs against the city’s leadership.”

A heavy silence fell over the room as they processed the information. Baz broke it with a quiet question. “How do we stop this?”

Zarakano settled back in his chair as he considered potential strategies. “We need to warn the city, but we have to be careful. If we move too soon, Mizella and Serita might accelerate their plans and activate the sleeper agents early.”

“We don’t know who else Nexus Corp has brought into the plan either. We might tip off one of their allies instead of finding help,” said Parka before chewing on her lower lip. “We should focus on developing a counter-measure for the neural interface. If we can neutralize their control over the sleeper agents, we might have a chance.”

He nodded, impressed by her quick thinking. “Good idea. Prang and Baz, I want you two working on that. Dizzy and Kylor, please start mapping out potential targets and security weaknesses we can exploit. Parka and I will keep sifting through data to see if we can figure out the weak points or find something else useful.”

As the others moved to address their tasks, he let the data stream through him, his cybernetic implants seamlessly integrating with the system. Lines of code entered at a dizzying pace, but his enhanced vision processed it all effortlessly.

Parka leaned in close, gaze darting back and forth as she struggled to keep up. “This is incredible. The way you’ve integrated my repair protocols with your neural interface expertise is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

He allowed himself a small nod of satisfaction. “The combination of our knowledge has proven surprisingly effective. However, the true test lies ahead.”

He brought up a three-dimensional schematic of the Nexus Corp building, highlighting the executive levels in pulsing red. “Our virus must be uploaded directly to their main servers. The only access point is here.” He tapped a finger on the diagram, zooming in on a heavily fortified section.

She frowned, her brow wrinkling while she studied the layout. “That’s the section where Serita and Mizella work, isn’t it? The security there will be insane.”

“Precisely.” His tone was grim. “We’ll need to devise a strategy to penetrate their defenses without alerting them to our true purpose.”

The room fell silent as they both contemplated the enormity of the task before them. He considered various potential scenarios, calculating odds and assessing risks. His cybernetic enhancements allowed him to process information at an inhuman speed, but even he found the challenge daunting.

She suddenly straightened, looking fired up. “What if we don’t try to sneak in? What if we walk right through the front door?”

He turned to her, his expression skeptical. “Explain.”

“I have Mizella’s biometrics.” She tapped her datapad, and a holographic 3D image of a DNA strand appeared before them. “It was on file for lab access, and since you downloaded almost everything...” She tapped again, and the image morphed to be the DNA strand superimposing on a Nexus Corp security badge. “We can walk right in if we can nail the cybersecurity.”

“Baz,” he called, and the programmer turned toward them. “We need you here.” He quickly explained the assignment, sure it was in good hands, before turning back to Parka. “Next, we have to figure out a strategy for when we breach the building.”

Parka nodded eagerly. “I just need access to an interface node, and a facility that big should have multiple ones in each room. With Mizella’s biometrics, we should be able to bypass their safeguards. Then I can create some kind of malfunction in their systems. Nothing too major, but enough to keep their techs busy.”

“And while they’re dealing with that, I can interface with their servers to mentally upload the virus.”

She frowned. “What if the virus affects you?”

He hesitated. “I’m implanting code. I don’t think...”

“We can configure it so the last components don’t combine until they recognize a piece of tech or a line of code in the Nexus Corp database,” she said.

“Like Mizella’s signature code,” said Parka with a grin. “Her arrogant insistence on always leaving her mark will be used to our advantage.”

He smiled. “Precisely.”

They spent the next several hours refining their plan, anticipating potential obstacles and devising contingencies. As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the grimy windows of their hideout, he looked at Parka, her face etched with determination as she made final adjustments to their virus. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to imagine a future where they succeeded—where the sleeper agents were freed, and the city was no longer under the thumb of Nexus Corp’s machinations.

“We should rest,” he said, breaking the silence. “Tomorrow, we make our move.”

Parka nodded, stifling a yawn. As she stood, she placed a hand on his arm. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt through his system.

“We can do this,” she said softly.

He was lost for words and simply nodded, watching as she took a step closer, licking her lips. She seemed nervous, but so was he. He’d been with Serita before, thinking he loved her and would marry her, but otherwise, his relationships were lacking—whether with a cyborg or a human. “I...”

She paused. “Do you not want to...?” Her face flushed, and she took a step back. “Sorry. I misread—”

He pulled her closer. “You didn’t misread anything. I’m just not that experienced with these matters.”

She smiled, looking shy. “Me neither.”

With that, he kissed her, and everything else melted away. All that mattered was the feel of her lips on his, the taste of her tongue, and the heat of her body pressed against his. They stumbled across the hallway, and he nudged it open with his foot. A quick glance confirmed it was unclaimed, so he guided her inside. Zarakano kicked the door closed again.

He focused on deepening the kiss now that they had privacy. He wanted to explore every inch of her mouth, to memorize the taste and texture of her lips. He moved his hands over her body, appreciating her humanity contrasted against his cybernetic enhancements. Other than his cybernetic eye, there was no visible clue he was a cyborg, but his synthetic skin wasn’t as soft as hers. He appreciated how responsive she was to his touch, arching into him and letting out little moans of pleasure.

His cock hardened, pressing against his pants. He hadn’t expected to get aroused so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. She was intoxicating, and he wanted more.

He broke the kiss long enough to unzip the coverall she still wore from earlier. He pushed it off her shoulders, exposing her underlayer. He ran his fingers over the thin material, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, and she gasped.

“Is this okay?” he asked, wanting to be sure she was enjoying herself.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless and eager. “Please don’t stop.”

He grinned, kissing her again as he continued exploring her body. Slipping his hand lower, he stroked her pussy through the thin underlayer. It was too efficient at wicking away moisture, so he spent a moment removing the rest of the coveralls and helping her shimmy out of the slick underlayer of fabric. Then she was naked before him, and he reached for her again.

She surprised him by pulling away and shaking her head. “Uh uh. You need to get undressed too.”

He laughed and started slipping off the black suit that he’d worn under the guise of being a corporate engineer, until he was in his underlayer as well. She stepped forward, running her hands over his chest.

“Wow,” she breathed. “You’re so muscular.”

He shrugged. “Cybernetics require a lot of strength.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Can I see?”

He hesitated, then nodded. He removed the last of his clothing, revealing his fully augmented body. His cock sprang free, already erect and ready for action.

She arched a brow before touching his ocular implant. “Is this really the only indicator of your status?”

He nodded. “Unless you peel away the flesh.”

She shook her head. “I’m interested in the flesh...” She gripped his cock. “Not peeling it away though.”

He let out a startled laugh. “I’m relieved to hear that, Parka.”

She grinned, stroking his shaft. “Now, what am I going to do with this?”

He groaned, thrusting into her grip. “Whatever you want.”

Her grin widened, and she dropped to her knees to lick the tip of his cock. He shuddered, gripping her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, swirling her tongue around his shaft.

He moaned, struggling to keep control. She felt amazing, and he didn’t want to come too soon, but she was making it difficult to hold back.

She pulled away, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Is the pleasure for a cyborg enhanced too?”

He hesitated. “I can’t say for sure. I was only twelve when my father brought me to the enclave for enhancement. I’ve only known sexual pleasure as a cyborg, but you please me well.”

She smiled, rising to her feet. “Good. Because I intend to make you come very hard.”

He swallowed, nodding. “I look forward to it.”

She led him to the bed, pushing him onto his back. He went willingly, watching as she straddled him. She positioned herself above his cock, teasing him with her wet pussy. He groaned, forcing himself to remain still. He gripped her hips, making her cry out in surprise when he lifted her and brought her dripping pussy to his mouth instead of his cock.

She looked unsettled. “What are you doing?”

He frowned up at her. “Pleasuring you. Has no one...?”

Flushing, she shook her head. “I’ve only had two lovers. With both, I teased them to hardness with my mouth, and then we copulated.”

He scowled. “Far too clinical—and inept of your lovers.”

She flushed even harder. “It was satisfactory.”

He snorted. “Then they weren’t satisfying you properly.”

She bit her lip, looking uncertain. “And you will?”

“I’ll try.” He lowered her pussy to his mouth, licking her folds. She tasted delicious, and he lapped at her juices eagerly. She cried out, clutching his head as he explored her with his tongue. He’d be willing to bet she’d never had a true orgasm before, and he intended to be the first—only—to give her that.

He licked and sucked her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. She writhed on top of him, moaning and gasping. When he pushed his tongue inside her, she shuddered and cried out. He felt her inner muscles spasm around his tongue when she climaxed. He kept licking and sucking her, drawing out her pleasure. She screamed, bucking wildly on top of him. He held her firmly in place, continuing to feast on her sweet nectar.

When she finally stopped trembling, he released her. She collapsed beside him, panting heavily. He watched her, waiting for her to recover. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“That was incredible,” she said softly.

He smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She sat up. “I had no idea it was supposed to feel more than nice after the pain stopped.”

He scowled again, wishing to find the two men who’d been such selfish jerks. “There should be no pain either after the first time.”

She looked skeptical but didn’t argue when she glided down his body, gripping his cock to guide it into her pussy. He gasped when she sank down on him, taking him all the way to the hilt. She felt amazing, hot and tight around him. He struggled to stay still, letting her adjust to his size. “Is there pain, Parka?”

She shook her head. “No. Just fullness.” She seemed stunned by the sensation.

He waited until she started moving before thrusting upward. They found a rhythm together, moving as one. He gripped her hips, helping her ride him. She threw back her head while bouncing on top of him, crying out in ecstasy. Her breasts swayed enticingly, and he reached up to cup them. She moaned, arching into his touch.

They moved faster, chasing their release. As he stared at her, he instinctively interfaced with her neural implants. The pleasure between them morphed into a mingled, shared experience. He couldn’t completely tell what she felt versus what he was feeling. It was amazing. He hadn’t achieved this level of interface with anyone. His upgrades to this level hadn’t been prepared before Serita’s abandonment and betrayal, so he hadn’t even experienced it with his former fiancée.

Parka’s eyes widened, and she gasped. “Kano? What’s happening?”

“We’re sharing our pleasure through the neural link.”

She shivered, grinding against him. “It feels intense.”

He nodded, unable to speak as he focused on maintaining the connection. He wanted to share everything with her, including his emotions. She needed to know how much he cared about her. How special she was to him. How easy it would be to fall in love with her.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he realized it was already too late. He was falling in love with her and judging by the intensity of her feelings flowing through the link, she was falling in love with him too. He groaned, surging more deeply inside her as he let go of her hips to grip her hands.

Their gazes locked as they continued moving together. The pleasure built higher and higher until it exploded between them. They cried out simultaneously, clinging to each other as they rode out the waves of ecstasy. She collapsed on top of him, burying her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

After several long moments, she lifted her head to look at him. “I never knew it could be like that.”

He smiled, stroking her hair. “Neither did I.”

She rested her chin on his chest, gazing at him thoughtfully. “Do you think we can do it again? How long? You must have amazing stamina, being a cyborg.” She laughed in a throaty chuckle.

He grinned. “I’ve got plenty of stamina, but I need some time to recharge.” He kissed her gently. “But yes, we can definitely do it again.”

She snuggled against him, sighing contentedly. “Good. I want to keep doing it forever.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “Me too.”

They lay together quietly for a while, enjoying the closeness. They should get some sleep, since they had to breach Nexus Corp HQ tomorrow, but she was far too tempting for him to fall asleep just yet. As his cock stirred to life once more, she was clearly ready, already starting to thrust against him since they hadn’t completely separated before.

He rolled her onto her back, kissing her passionately. She returned his kisses eagerly while wrapping her legs around his waist. He fully entered her slowly, savoring every inch of her slick heat. She moaned, arching beneath him. He began to move, thrusting deeper and harder as he claimed her. She clung to him, matching his rhythm perfectly. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other.

The pleasure built quickly, and they climaxed together, crying out in unison. He collapsed on top of her, spent and sated. She held him close, stroking his back. “That was incredible,” she whispered.

He nodded, nuzzling her neck. “You’re amazing.”

She giggled softly. “So are you.”

“Get some sleep now, Parka. Tomorrow is a busy day.” Busy and daunting. What if he lost her? He couldn’t think like that, or he’d try to lock her up here in the safe house to keep her protected. She would never agree to that, so he had to focus on completing the mission, not getting paralyzed by what could go wrong. He just couldn’t stand to lose her after finding her.