FeRVAL: "Initiating alien symbiote integration protocol..."
Technician Zara gestured to an opaque, bubbling vat, the shimmering liquid within hinting at a shape moving beneath the surface.
Zara: "The half-alien symbiote is a blending of our most advanced biotech with an exotic, luminescent species discovered in the Cybertopia orbital research stations. It's been engineered to merge with a standard Reploid chassis at a genetic level."
Dr. Voss nodded curtly, making a note on her tablet. "Understood, Mr. Reo. We'll adjust the candidate's physique to incorporate those specifications. To clarify, you'd like us to enhance his more sensitive and submissive traits, while amplifying any latent wild or extreme tendencies. Is that correct?"
The man in shackles flinched slightly at the mention of his traits being "enhanced", a flicker of unease crossing his face before he quickly looked down again, saying nothing.
FeRVAL: "Acknowledged. Initiating physiological modifications."
FeRVAL: "Acknowledged. Initiating LaMB creation sequence."
In the robotic bay, the nanotech assemblers began to whir and click, as they prepared the chamber for the LaMB's arrival. The biotech cloning vats bubbled with nutrients, ready to nourish the new biological material.
A security door opened and in walked a man, his head bowed and his wrists shackled. He was led into the assembly chamber by two armed guards, their augmented eyes glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights.
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Revan's eyes shone with a fervent, almost worshipful light as he gazed down at Reo, his voice a low, throbbing murmur. "Yes, sweet Reo... soulmates. Two halves of the same divine whole, destined to be united as one. I have searched for you across eons, across countless lifetimes... and now, at last, I have found you."
Richie: *Think Reo, think!* "W-Well baby cakes, I ordered us some of the finest delicacies Honeycomb City has to offer. I figured you might be craving something sweet and savory after... after our little tumble just now."
He licked his lips, trying to regain some composure even as his heart raced at the thought of Reo staying a little longer. "I got us chocolate lava cakes from Chez Pierre, and those succulent oysters you love from the Oyster Bar. Oh, and some of Mama's famous honey glazed ham, just the way you like it!"
Richie: Richie's heart raced as he heard Reo's exhausted mutter. He couldn't bear the thought of his precious omega leaving, not like this, not when they needed him most. *No way, babe... You ain't goin' nowhere until I say so.* Richie thought to himself, his protective instincts kicking into high gear.
"Hey now, none of that, my sweet little dumpling!" Richie cooed, gently rubbing Reo's back to soothe him. "I know you're all hot and bothered, honey bunny, but you gotta rest up first. Them heats can take a lot outta an omega, ya know?"
Richie let out a sigh of relief as Reo settled back into the nest, his own racing heart slowing down slightly. "That's my good boy," he cooed, gently stroking Reo's hair in a soothing manner. "You just rest now, sweetheart. Let your alpha take care of everything else."
Reese exhaled sharply, relief flooding his system as Reo settled back against the pillows. "Aw shit, thank fuck for that baby cakes!" Richie breathed out, heart pounding in his chest. "Ain't no way I was lettin' you sneak outta here, not in this state."
He reached out, gently brushing sweat-soaked bangs away from Reo's flushed face, fingers lingering on the omega's soft cheek. *So fuckin' beautiful, even all hot and bothered like this... I just wanna kiss ya stupid, keep ya safe, make you mine.*
Richie let out a shaky sigh of relief, his clawed hand still gripping Reo's hip possessively. "Phew... okay, a'ight. I mean... I'm just lookin' out for ya, ya know? makin' sure ya eat and shit." He tried to play it cool, but his voice wavered slightly, revealing his lingering anxiety. Richie's gaze roamed hungrily over Reo's disheveled form, taking in every inch of exposed skin and the enticing scent of Reo's arousal.