Cyborg Pirate (complete)

    It is your twenty-first birthday celebration. Your parents, the king, and queen have been planning it almost all year. You’ve been excited for this day for a long time, but something doesn’t feel quite right about everything. You feel a little listless, even as you mingle with the crowd and well-wishers, there is a sense of restlessness to you that you cannot shake.

    You step outside into the garden where there is a light show coming from the ground and illuminating the statues and the fountains. It is all so beautiful, and even as you admire it, you can’t help but still feel an uneasiness to the air. 

    You’ve been reading a lot of stories. Lately, concern in the galaxy has risen over the news of the pirate lord Heinrik Ceaser, or more commonly known as the Lord Dread of the Stars. He recently took over the port moon of Crimson Zeta as his base of operation, and from there he had raided the galaxy for his own purpose. You’ve been fascinated by the tales of him, eagerly reading the stories from the news as they arise. There have always been space pirates and their lords, but Heinrik was a different creature altogether. There was no footage of him, at least none that survived, and the pictures that had been taken were blurry at best. He was like a boogieman haunting the stars, and everyone had their own image of him.

    As you’re taking a long drink of champagne, you tilt your head back, and that is when the sky opens. You gasp and drop your glass. Winds whip and whirl around you, guests of the party begin to scream and gasp in horror. You stare up at the sky, seeing a massive white light from above. Dark shadows start falling from this white light and landing in the garden. They crush the hedges and plants, they trample your mother’s prized roses. People are running away and pushing passed you. There’s is the sound of a gunshot and a loud drawn out howl.

    “Thank for hosting us, the royal palace of Fallow,” a powerful voice booms. “Please,” he laughs, “as much fun as it is to do so, do not panic. If you remain calm and stay out of our way while we are here, no harm will come to you.” There is another gunshot and you duck.

    “Your Highness!” A guard runs up and grabs you, carrying you away from the garden.

    “We have come for one thing and one thing only,” the voice continues to boom as if existing everywhere and nowhere. “Oh? Were you having a party? I didn’t mean to spoil!” His voice is cocky and sarcastic. 

    “What’s going on?” You gasp as a group of guards surround you with your parents.

    The door burst open, and a bunch of people dressed in bright red outfits come storming in. They line the walls and surround everyone in the ballroom. You stare through the guards, seeing a man walk in. Your gut drops and your heart begins to tremble. 

    He’s massive, standing high above the rest of the pirates in red. He’s dressed in a long red coat. One of the sleeves is ripped off to accommodate his cybernetic arm. He’s wearing a mask that looks like a skull, and one of the eye sockets glows bright crimson. 

    “Well,” his voice booms all around. “Glad to see everyone in one place. How long has it been?” He turns towards you. “King Vexx, aren’t you going to say hello to an old friend?”

    Your father puts you behind him, and your mother grips your shoulders.

    “And Queen Darmine,” the man waggles a robot finger. “Don’t act so frightened. You used to love when I crashed a party.” He chuckles and steps towards you. He slashes his hand out, and something shoots from the fingertips and hits the guards. They shiver and shakes before dropping to the ground.

    Your mother screams and holds you tight in her arms.

    “You don’t remember me?” The man laughs. “Well then,” he reaches up, removing the mask. “Let me remind you,” his voice comes from his own lips. His face is horribly scared, most of it covered by cybernetic implants and circuitry. The part of his face that isn’t marked holds deep scars. 

    “Heinrik,” you father growls.

    You stare up at the man with wide eyes. “The Dread Lord,” you whisper.

    He glances down at you and grins. “Is this the little one?” He reaches out and your mother yanks you away.

    “Don’t touch them!” She shrieks at Heinrik.

    He growls, grabbing your mother and yanking her up in the air. “You lost your ability to control me, your majesty.” He tosses her aside. “You tossed me away, and now, I’ve come for my final check.” 

    Your father tries to grab you, but he pulled away as well, tossed along with your mother at the foot of the stairs. Heinrik places his fingers under your chin.

    “Lovely,” he remarks. “Strong.” He tilts your head this way and that. “Come with me now,” he coaxes. He holds his hand out to you. “And no harm will come to your family.”

    You glance over at your parents and then look up at Heinrik. You take hold of his hand, and his large fingers close over your palm.

    “That’s a good one, there.” He leads you out of the palace and back into the garden. You stand under the bright beam of light, and it levitates up into the ship.

    You wrench you hand back once you’re on the ship. You stare up at him as the rest of the crew beam back on board. Heinrik grabs you as you try to step away.

    “No!” You struggle against him as he pulls on your arm. “Let go of me!”

    “You came so willingly,” he chuckles, dragging you along beside him.

    “Because I didn’t want you to hurt my parents!” You fight him, trying to kick him and stroke him, but he holds you at arm’s length.

    He chuckles at you. “Firey, that’s good. I was worried your folks would make you soft. Glad to see you didn’t take after them.”

    He pulls you into a room, and as the door closes, he releases you.

    You yank away from him, and he removes his long coat. “How do you know my parents?” You snap at him. Your heart stops for a moment as you gaze at his bare back. His skin is marked with deep scars and claw marks. His cybernetic arm is attached to the shoulder and runs up along the neck and far down his side. His skin is dark brown and looks velvety. His shoulders are very broad, and he’s barrel-chested with a belly. His hulking legs bend backwards, and there’s a remnant of a tail. 

    He turns and looks at you with a smirk on his lips. “They never told you about me?” He reaches out again, slipping his fingers under your chin. “I used to be so close to them too.” He clicks his tongue. “Such a shame.”

    You turn your head away from him.

    He chuckles. “I used to be a lord on Fallow,” he laughs. “I owned the very land they built the palace on.” 

    You look up at him and frown.

    “They didn’t like my price,” he growls. “They didn’t like I owned more than they did. So, they took me on a pleasant little outing and disposed of me.”

    You shake your head. “No,” you scoff. “They would never do that.”

    “You think so?” He laughs. “Well, it’s nice to remain that innocent isn’t it?”

    You glare after him as he goes about his quarters. He puts the mask away in a chest along with the coat. “Is that why you took me? To spite them?”

    “Of course!” He laughs bawdily. “That and for another reason.”

    You furrow your brow at him. “What?”

    “Now, now,” he wags his finger at you. “Spoilers.” He grins at you. “You’re going to be my little buddy from here on.” He says. “You’re pleasing to look at, that’s good. And I don’t mind if you fight me. Makes it more fun.”

    Your jaw goes slack, and your entire body goes cold.

    “Oh!” He then shakes his head. “Not like that, cutie. Not like that at all. A treat such as that has to be rightly earned.” he winks at you. “Although, I do plan on earning a spot in your bed one day.”

    You glare at him and turn away from him. You can’t exactly storm off anywhere. “In hell would that ever happen.”

    “Hell is closer than you think, cutie,” he murmurs. “You’d be surprised.” He picks you up and sets you down in a bed. He then snaps his fingers, and all the lights go dim.

    “Get some sleep now,” he says. “You’ll need it come morning.”

    “I don’t want to sleep,” you grumble. “I want to know why you took me. Why would you only do that to spite, my parents? Why not kill me in front of them? Why not do what they did to you?”

    “Because suffering is an art,” he growls at you. His cyborg eye glowing brightly in the dim light. “Suffering is more than a wound or death. It is the unknown. Your parents tried to kill me, and my suffering lied in not knowing if I would or not. My suffering turned in hatred, cutie. I won’t let their suffering end so quickly.”

    “Please,” you whimper. “They don’t deserve that. If you let me talk to them, maybe we can work something out.”

    “Do you not know what hatred is?” He snarls at you, grabbing your face and holding you up. “There is no forgiveness in me.” He drops you. “I am not known as the Dread Lord for nothing. Now,” he lays you back and pulls the blanket over you. “I do not blame you for your parents' greed. You are merely a victim of it as well. If anything, I feel like I rescued you.”

    “Rescued me?” You snap, sitting up. “You stole me from my birthday party!”

    “Was that what that was?” Eh,” he shrugs. “Well then, happy birthday, cutie.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “I’ll make up for spoiling your big day.”

    You pull your hand back and watch as he leaves the cabin. You know you should be pissed, but you still admire him. You had been an avid fan of his exploits, and that still hasn’t changed. You feel guilty about how excited you are. You smirk to yourself and lay down in the great big bed.

    Come morning, Heinrik brings you a tray of breakfast food. There is a thick slab of bread, and a massive glob of some sort of pasta tossed with eggs.

    “Did you sleep well?” He asks, pulling up a chair and sitting by the bed as you eat. “Do you still hate me?”

    “I don’t hate you,” you grumble. 

    He smirks. “Well, that’s good.”

    “I don’t trust you,” you correct. 

    “That’s good too,” he watches as you eat with a smile on his face. 

    You glare at him. “What?” You wipe your mouth. “Why are you staring at me like that? It’s off-putting.” You set down your drink and fold your arms across your chest.

    “I rarely get to look at pretty things,” he says. “I mainly have to look at my crew, and they’re not much to my taste.” He reaches out and wipes away food from the corner of your mouth. He then licks his thumb. “Remember, I used to be a rich lord before this. I was used to finery and the gilt. I was used to the beautiful creatures they would flaunt before me. You remind me of my past, and I both hate that and adore it.”

    Your cheeks burn, and you look away from him and back at your plate.

    He chuckles. “Do you not enjoy my compliment?”

    You shove some bread in your mouth, and you choose to ignore him.

    He allows you out on the ship, so long as you stay in his sight. His ship is impressive, you’ve never seen anything like it. He adoration for beauty and refinement is apparent in all the details of the ship. It’s painted red, to match the theme he has going, starting from his scars and his cybernetics. 

    The crew speaks of him like he’s a god. They talk about him with the utmost respect and admiration. Most of them had been people just like Heinrik. Injured beyond repair, crippled, abandoned, and left with no hope. He found these people and outfitted them with the best cybernetic prosthetics in the galaxy. He gave them a choice, serve him on his ship to repay their debt, or work it off on Crimson Zeta, his base of operation.

    “Oh yeah, he says it’s easier to sway loyalty that way,” his first mate replies, a big grin on her face. “But he’s a bigger softly than that at heart. We take in more orphans than loots on most raids.”

    You frown at her. “Orphans?”

    “Slave colonies,” she remarks. Her flat ears flicking forward. The slits of her eyes go wide. “You didn’t know?”

    You shake your head. “All the news reports on are-”

    She laughs loudly. “The fucking news! I wouldn’t trust them as much as my peg leg.” She then looks at you. “Of course, there is the bad that comes with this life. But he does his good deeds as well.”

    You glance over your shoulder, seeing Heinrik standing at the helm of the ship, cutting up with the cabin boy as they trade filthy jokes. “What kind of bad?” You ask the first mate.

    “Murder, pillaging,” she shrugs. “He’s destroyed quite a bit in his wake.”

    “Well, I assumed that would be the case.” You sit down and watch as she charts their course back to Crimson Zeta. 

    “I was born there,” you reply, pointing to the red moon in the holographic map.

    “I know,” she says flippantly. 

    You frown at her and shake your head. “How? My parents never told anyone I was born off Fallow.”

    She points behind you, back at Heinrik. “He knows.”

    “How?” You gasp.

    She scoffs. “Ask him, I’m too old to be explaining things to kids.”

    You stand up and go over to Heinrik. You tug on his sleeve, and he grins down at you. “There’s my cutie. Are you ready to head back now?”

    You open your mouth then close it. You fidget then huff. “How did you know I was born on Crimson Zeta?”

    He grins at you. “Because I was there.”

    “Wha-what?” You whisper.

    “That was also the day I died,” he says. “You and I share a birthday.”

    You scan over his face, looking for something you felt was there. “Is there a reason you’re taking me there?” You ask. “Did my parents do something?”

    “Crimson Zeta is part of what they stole from me,” he growls. “So I took it back.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “I’m taking us both home,” he kisses your wrist. “Where we both belong.”

    You swallow, your throat is tight as nerves start to rise inside. He takes your hand and leads you back to your cabin. He closes the door behind himself, locking it so no one will come in. You look up at him, feeling strange.

    “You and I are connected,” he replies. “You’ve heard the story about the red string of fate correct?” He holds up his pinky. “You and I share a thread.”

    “I don’t quite understand,” you murmur, shaking your head.

    He dips down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I think you do understand, cutie,” he growls in your ear. “I think you know exactly what it means.”

    You pull back, looking into his eyes before kissing him again. You stand on your tiptoes as you try to deepen the kiss. You moan softly as his cyborg hand wraps around your waist. “No,” you pull away and grasp your chest.

    Heinrik licks his lips. “The day I died, and the day you were born, fate wove us together. We are more part of each other than you are part of your parents.”

    “Heinrik I-” you try to argue.

    “On Crimson Zeta,” he whispers as he runs his fingers through your soft hair, “I hope you will understand.”

    You hold his hand and look up at him. You then put your arms around him, holding him close. His strong arms wrap around you, and he kisses the top of your head. 

    “I belong to you,” he growls. “And all that is mine is for you.”

    You dock on Crimson Zeta a few days later. Since your conversation with Heinrik, you’ve withdrawn from him. You’ve been deep in thought, considering everything he has told you. You remember his kiss and how good it felt. 

    Crimson Zeta’s shields give the sky a dark red hue, so everything looks as if you’re looking through rose-tinted glasses. Heinrik takes you by the hand, leading you off the dock and into the town. 

    “You’ve been quiet,” he says. “Are you ignoring me?”

    You shake your head. “No,” you murmur.

    He takes you a manor you’ve seen before. There is a painting of it hanging back at the palace. Your mother had commissioned it not long after you were born as the only clue of your birthplace.

    “This was my parent’s,” you murmur.

    “No,” Heinrik corrects. “This was mine,” he growls. “Remember?”

    You nod, following Heinrik inside. The foyer is vast and empty with only the stairs leading up and two doors on either side. In the center, there is an etching, and the divets are filled with red rubies. 

    You feel strange again. Something about this seems so familiar and yet so distant from your memory. You look up at Heinrik as he walks towards you.

    “This is a lock,” he says, touching your cheek. “Your parents put it in place when they tried to kill me again.” He presses his finger to your lips. “I came for them, but when I heard you crying, I knew I couldn’t do what I had planned. They created this lock to keep me from my greatest fortune. They made you the key.”

    Your eyes widen. “A key?”

    He smiles at you. “I told you fate wove us together.” He kisses you, and you kiss back, holding him close.

    He pulls back and looks into your eyes. “Are you afraid? You’re shaking.”

    You press close to him. “I’m nervous,” you whisper. “This feeling I have is so strong.”

    He kisses you. “I know, cutie.” He smirks at you. “If you say yes, I won’t even need the treasure.”

    You smirk. “Liar.”

    He laughs and kisses you too briefly. “I am. But I am not lying when I say I love you.”

    Your heart skips a beat, and your mouth hangs open.

    “Take your time deciding, cutie.” He says. “We’re home now.”

    That evening, after Heinrik has come back from dealing with things at the dock and paying his crew, he sits before the fireplace. You spy on him from the door, seeing he is naked. You feel a heat in your core that makes your loins ache. You can’t deny you desire him.

    His hand suddenly extends your way, and he turns his head to the door. “You don’t have to spy to see me, cutie,” he growls. “Come to me.”

    You walk into the room and stand beside him. He grabs your rear and pulls you in, kissing your hard. He suckles on your tongue and growls seductively. You pull back, gulping down a breath.

    “You’re too rough,” you scold him.

    He chuckles. “Forgive me, I’m a little impatient. I’ll behave from now on, promise.”

    You glance down at his lap, seeing his cock laying on his thigh. You bite your lip, you didn’t know dicks could get that big.

    “Every inch is yours,” he teases. “I’ll use it to pleasure you however you want.”

    You frown. “I don’t know about all that.”

    His eyes widen. “Wait a second,” he pulls you into his lap. “You’re telling me you’re a virgin?”

    You pout up at him. “So what?”

    He kisses you softly. “Then this is more special than I realized.” He kisses your neck and pulls the cord from you tunic, so it falls open. 

    “Wait!” You gasp and scramble to keep the tunic shut. “Please...don’t look.”

    He tilts his head. “Are you afraid?” He asks. “I know you don’t rely on your gender. I don’t care about gender anyway. I’ve always shared my bed with whomever I like.” He pushes your hands away and kisses your flat chest. His strong hands pet your body, and you feel yourself light on fire.

    He then picks you up and carries you back to the foyer where the lock is. He lays you down on the cold marble and continues kissing you. His lips trail down your chest and to your soft stomach. He rips away your pants and nuzzles to your thighs.

    You whimper and grab the back of his head. “Heinrik,” you mewl.

    He chuckles, opening your thighs and gazing at the petals between them. “Just as cute as the rest of you.” He gently rubs your thick clit, and you let out a yelp. “Sensitive?”

    You nod and strain to keep composure.

    “You’re wet at least.” he licks his fingers clean. “Have you been excited?”

    You grunt and shove his face down into your loins. You pant and gasp but hold him there, rutting yourself against his cyborg nose. He growls and snarls, his fingers dig into your hips. You gasp as his tongue burrows into you. It feels long and thick, then again, this is all new to you.

    You gasp and quiver, feeling the heat in your core erupt. You cry out, clutching onto him as your body is flooded with the lava in your core. You fall back, watching the rubies in the floor begin to glow.

    Heinrik chuckles as he rises up. “Perfect.” he strokes down your body with his hand. “Did you enjoy that, love?”

    You reach down, rubbing yourself and feeling how wet you are. You nod slowly and look back up at him. His cock is thick and standing high, swaying with its own massive weight. You bite your lip and open yourself up for him.

    “Is that an invitation, your highness?” He lays on top of you, kissing you and holding you close. “Will I be your first?”

    You touch his face, running your hand down his cyborg side. “My only, if you’re lucky.”

    He grins, kissing you and rubbing himself at your wetness. “That is the plan.” He takes his tip, placing it at your lips and he starts to open you. You gasp at the sensation of being stretched. It feels so good and tight at the same time. I grip onto his back and wrap my legs around him. 

    “That’s it, love,” he purrs into my ear. “Doesn’t that feel right?”

    You grunt and nod. “So good,” you moan.

    He moves his hips slowly at first, rocking back and forth as the glow of the rubies gets brighter, He moans and sighs into your ear, panting slightly as he starts to thrust harder. He grunts, pushing deep into you.

    He feels so good inside you. You throw your head back, moaning out loudly. Touching yourself has never felt this good. The sensation of him stretching you along with his body pressed against yours adds to everything. You kiss him, biting his bottom lip and groaning.

    He chuckles. “First times aren’t usually so enjoyable.”

    “Ah-” you moan, trembling as he grinds his cock deep inside you.

    “Do you feel that, love?” He shoves in again. And you spasm. “That deep, coursing sensation inside you?”

    You whimper and lick his lips.

    “I’ll give you that feeling whenever you want,” he growls. One last shove and you erupt again. You claw down his back and press against his chest as your back arches off the floor. The rubies light up the entire room. The ground opens and the circle you're in starts to descend into the floor. Heinrik keeps moving though, pushing your legs up over your head as he continues to drive into you. He snarls and roars with his own release. His cum stuffs you and as he pulls out is shoots along your thighs and belly. 

    He collapses beside you, panting hard as the room around you glows with rubies on the wall. You roll over to him, kissing him and clinging to him.

    “How do you feel, love?” he asks.

    “Mmm,” you moan as you kiss him.

    He chuckles. “No words? That’s how I like it.” He then sits up and looks around. You crawl into his lap, following his gaze as you see the stacks of vaults and chests hidden away.

    Heinrik puts his arms around you and kisses the tip of your head. “All I have ever wanted was this room,” he murmurs. “Now that I see it, it feels so empty.” he glances down at you. “If you say you love me too, that is all I need.”

    “Liar,” you smirk at him. “But I do,” you whisper. “I love you nonetheless.” 

    He grins and holds you, kissing you sweetly. “Let me pull out some of the money, and I’ll fuck you on it again.”

    You pop his cheek playfully. “Oh come on now,” you growl at him.

    “Admit it, it would be fun.” He kisses you. “I have so much love to give you, I don’t know where to start.”

    You smile at him. “Start at the beginning. And let's move to the bed. This floor is cold.”

    He laughs and picks you up. “You’ve got it, cutie.” he kisses your cheek. “You’ve got all of me now.”