Intergalactic conquest with an AI

After a long moment of complete silence, Rex slowly opened his eyes. His gaze met Cleo's. She was staring at him without blinking, her golden eyes filled with something intense... like she wanted to memorize his face forever after all the time they had spent apart.

It was as if she feared forgetting even the smallest detail of him. Rex raised an eyebrow and asked gently, "What is it?"

Cleo didn't answer with words. Instead, she reached out and traced her finger lightly across Rex's chest, right over one of the wounds he had gotten back on the Blood Clan's planet.

Although the lady in white had healed his organic body, that particular wound remained. The part of him that belonged to the Kaelzars, his mechanical side, was still damaged.

The skin had not grown back there, leaving the machinery exposed, from where Soft golden light glowed from within the crack, giving it a haunting, ethereal beauty.

Her finger moved in slow circles, as if caressing the pain itself, her touch delicate and curious.

"How did you get these injuries?" Cleo finally asked; her voice was emotionless and cold, just like it always was, calm, mechanical, and flat, but not without meaning.

"Oh, those?" Rex chuckled a little, though the laugh lacked joy. "Let's just say I got a bit too confident. Thought I could take on more than I really could. I even tried using one of my own techniques, but I ended up getting smashed by it instead. A real mess, honestly."

He gave a bittersweet laugh. Though he was smiling, there was sadness beneath it. At that moment, he had felt small... like a tiny insect pretending to be a king. The memory stung his pride deeply.

Because when things truly got dangerous... when lives were at stake... he hadn't been the one doing the saving. Others had to step in to rescue him. He hadn't been strong enough to protect those he loved, and that truth weighed on him like chains.

"I failed...." he whispered more to himself than to her.

Cleo didn't blink. She simply stared at him and said calmly, "It was my mistake."

Rex turned toward her, surprised by the firmness in her words. "Why do you think that?"

"If I hadn't sent the twins to—" she began speaking, but her sentence was cut off. Rex reached forward and gently squished her cheeks together, making her lips pucker like a fish.

"Hey," he said with a small smirk. "The past is the past. It's over. What matters is the present. We're here now, together. So why keep beating ourselves up over something we can't change?"

He let go of her face, and Cleo simply continued to look at him. Her expression didn't change, but something in the way she stared made it feel like she was listening with all her heart.

"I still believe I deserve punishment for what I did. Even if I'm a princess of the Kaelzars, if I make a mistake that harms my people or those I care about, then I must take responsibility," she said firmly, her tone steady. "In this case, the only one with the authority to judge me... is you, Rex."

Rex tilted his head, rubbing her cheek with his thumb as he spoke in a teasing voice. "Hmm… anything I want?"

Cleo nodded without hesitation. "Affirmative."

"Well then…" he said as he gently lifted her off his lap and stood up from the warm water of the jacuzzi.

He walked over to the edge and sat down on the border, the artificial cool night air touching his damp skin. He looked at her with a playful grin and patted his thighs. "Come here. Lie down on your stomach across my legs."

Cleo stared at him for a few seconds, her face unreadable as always... but then, without saying a word, she stood up from the water.

The sight was something Rex wouldn't forget.

Her long, wet black hair cascaded down her body like a shimmering silk waterfall, clinging to her smooth skin as it trailed across her back and shoulders.

The water beaded on her skin, reflecting the light and creating a mesmerizing, glistening effect that made her appear almost ethereal.

Some strands of her hair playfully covered her chest, tantalizingly concealing and then revealing the curves beneath, inviting the imagination to explore what lay hidden. She moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic; her steps were silent and fluid as she approached him.

Her eyes, deep and mysterious, remained locked onto his, never wavering, drawing him in and making his heart race with a mix of anticipation and desire.

She seemed like a creature from myth, a water nymph or a spirit from ancient tales, beautiful and otherworldly, with a presence that was both enchanting and intensely erotic.

She then complied with his request, lowering herself gently onto Rex's outstretched legs, her body pressing against his as she got comfortable. "Pull your butt up," Rex commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, yet he made no move to touch her.

Cleo paused, taking a moment to process the order and the implications of what she was about to do. A mix of embarrassment and excitement fluttered in her stomach, but she eventually obeyed, arching her back and lifting her hips, presenting herself to him in a vulnerable and exposed position.

Rex's eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her beautiful, exposed flesh. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands finally making contact with her body as he grabbed her buttocks, giving them a firm, possessive squeeze. "You have such a beautiful ass, Cleo. It's a shame I have to punish you."

Cleo could feel the heat of his hands on her skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Well then, since you wanted a punishment, even if I didn't want to do it, I will have to follow the law and punish you."

Rex continued, his voice a low growl as he began to knead her flesh, his fingers digging into her soft, yielding skin. "But don't think you can cheat. Remove your pain resistance and increase your body sensitivity."

Cleo opened her mouth to respond but thought better of it, snapping her mouth shut as she decided to follow his orders without question. As she increased her body's sensitivity, a wave of sensation crashed over her, and she couldn't help but let out a small, breathy moan, "Ahhhh."

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she heard the sound of her own voice, the embarrassment of her reaction mixing with the heightened sensations coursing through her body.

She could feel everything more intensely now... the rough hands of Rex against her sensitive skin, the cool air on her exposed flesh, and the firm, demanding grip of his hands on her buttocks.

She was completely at his mercy, her body betraying her with every heightened sensation, and she couldn't wait to see what he would do next.

Rex's tone was laced with mockery as he delivered his line, "Well then... I just want you to know that this will hurt me more than it will do to you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with sarcasm, giving Cleo no time to retort before his large, rough hand came crashing down on her upturned buttock with a resounding smack. "Ahhhh! Wait... what are you—"

Cleo's words were cut off as another firm spank landed on her sensitive flesh, the sound echoing through the soundproof bathroom, thankfully ensuring their privacy. Her moans of pain and surprise filled the luxury space with a symphony of shame and arousal that only served to heighten her senses.

Rex continued his assault on her senses, his hand connecting with her flesh again and again, each spank leaving a stinging impression on her skin.

He only ceased when her buttocks were a deep, fiery red, resembling a lobster fresh from the boil. Without skipping a beat, he began to rub her inflamed skin, his rough hands soothing and stimulating her abused flesh.

"So, what do you think, princess? Is this enough punishment?" he asked with a smug smirk playing on his lips, as he knew how proud and honest Cleo was. He intended to use her honesty against her, to draw out her admission in front of him.

Cleo's voice was a mere whisper, so low it was almost inaudible. ".....no...."

Rex, feigning ignorance, leaned in closer. "What? Did you say something? I couldn't hear it." He was enjoying this, drawing out her humiliation and pleasure.

"I said no..." Cleo repeated, her voice a little louder this time, a mix of embarrassment and defiance in her tone.

"No, what?" Rex pressed, his smirk growing wider, more predatory.

"It wasn't enough..." Cleo admitted shyly, her cheeks flushing a deep red to match her buttocks.

Rex, relishing in her admission, continued to tease her. "What wasn't enough? I don't understand you; talk louder and explain better." His voice was a low growl, a command laced with amusement.

"I SAID IT WASN'T ENOUGH PUNISH―" Cleo's declaration was cut short as another firm spank landed on her sensitive flesh, the sound echoing through the room, a testament to their intense and erotic power dynamic.

Rex's voice was a low, dominant growl, a command from a predator who knew he was in control. "Well, since you didn't answer my question and instead refused to admit your mistake, I will have to increase your punishment, princess. Now then, open your legs."

His words left no room for argument, his intent clear and unyielding. Cleo started to protest, "But you didn't give me time to—"

Rex cut her off mid-sentence, his voice a firm, unyielding command.

"Open. Your. Legs. Princess."

The tone was final, brooking no argument, and Cleo found herself unable to disobey. She hesitated for a moment, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation coursing through her veins, before slowly parting her thighs, exposing herself to him completely.