She didn’t know where they were going or if she’d have the supplies to uncover a cure. Yet she wasn’t concerned. Stopping this outbreak was her destiny. A part of her also trusted the cyborg. Physically, she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any other male. Her pussy was wet. Her nipples were so taut; they hurt. Her mouth tingled. No. All of her tingled. His nanocybotics had spread over her form. She felt them in her fingers and her toes. That fascinated the medic in her. Her bruises had faded. She felt stronger. Her exhaustion had vanished. Why would the Humanoid Alliance develop a virus that made their enemies feel temporarily better, not worse? Death shifted under her. His body armor fit him like a second skin, hiding nothing, including his long, thick, hard cock. He wanted her. Cyborgs were half human, had both human-like brains and machine-like processors. They couldn’t reproduce naturally. Those experiments had failed. But it made sense that they would have human needs.
