![]() ![]() Next time he wouldn’t get an erection in front of the spy. He accessed his implants and reconfigured his physical responses, shutting down the connection between his thoughts and his dick. He stared down at his c**k again, grateful that it had softened since she’d fled the room, and closed his eyes. ![]() ![]() He might have been too hasty to assume one wouldn’t be appealing. She believed she’d been modeled after a sexbot. She was too short, too small, but perfect otherwise. He’d be better off seeing to his own needs than playing with an animated sex doll. Krell had felt insulted at the time when his friend had made that suggestion. He’d mentioned sexbots and a space station where the artificial females wouldn’t notice the scars or be intimidated by his size. He rarely left Garden despite Mavo asking him to go on a few off-world assignments on some of the ships they’d acquired. Cyborg females found him boring, unattractive or emotionally undesirable. He glared down at his wayward c**k and clenched his teeth. Krell turned and punched the bag when he heard Cyan’s door close. Up note, he’s not as robotic as he seems. More like a mast, she amended, and shook her head in disgust at her sense of humor. She doubted she’d ever get the image out of her head of the grim cyborg sporting wood. She closed the door and leaned against it. The room was average sized, very sparse on furnishings, and besides the bed it only contained a nightstand. ![]()
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