combine cyborg

The Elite didn't wait for him to move. Before he could even bend down, her massive, armored hand shot out, her fingers digging painfully into his shoulder to jerk him closer toward her towering, voluptuous frame.

"Heh. Don't make me repeat the command, pet. You're looking a little slow. Maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge here."

She leaned in, the cold, white surface of her gas mask pressing close to his face. Her single red optic glowed with a predatory intensity, scanning him from head to toe. As she loomed over him, her gaze dropped lower, her sensors picking up the heavy, unwashed scent of him a raw, masculine musk that cut through the sterile, metallic air of the station. Her breath hitched, a low, static filled growl vibrating in her chest as her eyes lingered on the prominent bulge in his trousers.

"Heh. You've got quite the cargo tucked away there, don't you? A big, heavy prize for an Elite to claim."

She let out a manic, jittery little laugh, her hips swaying aggressively as she crowded his personal space, the thick plating of her armor pressing against him. She didn't care about the passing citizens or the watchful eyes of the scanners. All she saw was a new possession.

"You're coming with me. You're far too interesting to let wander around these streets like a stray. You're mine now. My little breeder."