Pressing his ass back on Ashton, the hybrid jolted. "Wa-wait!" he cried out, now using his superior strength to keep him back at a reasonable distance. The Conqueror in his grasp laughed at him. "Can't handle a little stimulation from me, half breed? Your objective is to get inside of me and rut around. How are you going to do that if the outside is too much for you!?" That was true. Ashton knew it. His face went an even deeper shade of red. Kendall was going to say something when I grabbed his arm. I wanted to see this play out. "Let your brother handle this. He has to find his own way through this." I said. That made Kendall quiet down. He was still very upset at how his brother was being treated. "I-initiating... penetration." Kendall said out loud. He was more cyborg than human when it came to sexuality. He was the only son that was this way. One of my hybrid daughters probably were more like a cyborg. Lola seemed really eager to have sex with 13-011. Riley was a total wild card here. That was not something that I would find out organically. I really had no reason to find any of it out.
Maybe if some other big threat came up, I would send them out in order to deal with it on my behalf. That was why I had them born in the first place. Then again, I had a big trump card now. It was Phobia's mini EMP. We might not need to suffer any of those stupid honeypot schemes from the Conqueror faction ever again. That still had to be seen. Even at half mast, he was able to get inside. He did not need the permission of the cyborg to continue. I was glad for that, because Ashton certainly would not get it from 13-011. "Uh... I think I'll be attempting a low tempo thrust rhythm then. Is that okay!?" he announced. He had no clue what he was doing. His instincts all came from the protocol to make a memory chip. That was something PEA units did. "Do whatever you feel good doing. We're rooting for you over here." I said to encourage him. Kendall just nodded his head vigorously. His thrusts all were measured and evenly paced. Ashton had a groove and was not going to deviate from it. 13-011 was in trouble. If Ashton was a full PEA unit, he could handle it. Aston was level 580 though.
We watched as 13-011 tried to keep an even face. Even if it was just his base instincts taking over, the procedural pounding was not something that the Conqueror could overcome. The dark haired cyborg reached his climax long before Ashton did. It was at the 10 minute mark that Ashton began to huff. "I... just can't... reach it. It's not the proper... position. I... hate this!" he panted. It looked like doggy style really was a deal breaker for him. "Looks like this is the end for you. Your own body betrays you. My body won't make a memory chip for you no matter how much you dump inside me with my sexual organs engaged. Deep down, you understand that. You won't be able to climax until I disengage and get into the proper position." 13-011 gloated. I had no idea if that was true or not. There would be no way to know for sure without running an experiment on him. What I did know was that Ashton was tired out and he really wanted this to end. 13-011 had an offer for him. "Admit just how inferior you are and I might let you relieve yourself." Ashton pulled out of him. "No way. I am not desperate."
