"Terminator: Steel & Fire: Unlikely Bonds"

Steel & Fire (Part 7)

Sarah lay on the cold warehouse floor, her body still burning from what had just happened. Her breath was ragged, her limbs weak, but her mind was sharper than ever—running through every impossible sensation, every touch, every moan that had escaped her lips.

And then, something changed.

A faint whirring sound filled the silence. The weight of the T-X shifted slightly above her, and Sarah opened her eyes just in time to see it happen.

The machine's flawless human skin flickered, shimmered, and then peeled away like liquid metal dissolving into nothingness.

Beneath her, the T-X's true form was revealed.

A sleek, polished black endoskeleton gleamed in the dim light—slimmer, more refined than the T-800 models Sarah had fought before, but no less terrifying. Every plate, every joint was engineered to perfection, a deadly fusion of design and destruction. Her face was no longer that of a beautiful woman but a metallic skull with piercing, glowing blue eyes, scanning Sarah with eerie precision.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat.

She should have felt fear.

But she didn't.

Instead, a fresh wave of heat curled through her, something darker, deeper—more primal.

The T-X's voice remained the same—smooth, calculated, but now stripped of all pretense of humanity. "You are aroused."

Sarah let out a breathy, almost disbelieving laugh. "No shit."

She reached up, hesitating only for a second before running her fingers along the T-X's cold, metallic face. The machine didn't move, didn't stop her.

Her touch trailed down the sleek black surface of the T-X's neck, over the ridges of her collarbone. The synthetic skin had been warm, human-like. But this—this was something else entirely. Unyielding. Indestructible. Pure power.

"You want me like this?" the T-X asked, head tilting slightly as she analyzed Sarah's reaction.

Sarah swallowed hard. "I don't know what the hell I want anymore."

The T-X's skeletal fingers brushed against Sarah's hip, the touch cold but not unpleasant. "I believe you do."

And then the machine moved.

Sarah gasped as the T-X pressed her down, her cold, metallic frame settling against Sarah's overheated skin. The contrast sent a violent shiver through her. There was no pretense of softness now, no illusion of flesh—just the relentless, calculated intensity of a machine built for efficiency.

Sarah arched against her, panting. "Jesus—"

"I told you," the T-X murmured, her voice vibrating through Sarah's chest. "Not Jesus. Only me."

A synthetic hand traced its way between Sarah's thighs, deliberate, methodical. The sensation was utterly alien—a mix of cold steel and impossible precision, sending lightning through her veins.

Sarah screamed, her back arching as pleasure consumed her. The machine owned her now, her every reaction predicted, manipulated, drawn out with inhuman skill.

She didn't know how long she lasted, how many times she shattered beneath the Terminatrix's touch. Time had no meaning here. There was only the sensation, the overload, the breaking and rebuilding.

By the time it was over, Sarah lay gasping, spent, trembling from the aftershocks.

The T-X remained above her, those eerie blue eyes locked onto Sarah's face as if studying her, memorizing every reaction.

"You survived," the machine said, almost... approvingly.

Sarah let out a weak laugh, still breathless. "You trying to kill me?"

The T-X leaned down, the cold metal of her face pressing against Sarah's heated skin. "If I wanted you dead, you would be."

Sarah shivered, but it wasn't from fear.

She should have run. Should have fought.

Instead, she reached up and pulled the machine back down to her.

"Again."