Chapter 6
“So, you don’t want to make, uh, fuck?” I knew what he was going to say. But there was something in the way he corrected himself. In the way that his uncertainty was taken over by such a crude word. It did something to me.
“Mmm, I didn’t say that.”
“I know you liked the feel of my controller in you.” He gave me a devilish grin. “I tasted your desire on it.”
Heat flooded over my cheeks. Did he have to say that? Oh, it was so dirty, and, and, naughty. This man, this machine, was making me feel more than any human I’d ever been with.
And I didn’t care. What did it matter that he wasn’t human? It may have actually been better; I could get over my embarrassment quicker because he wasn’t human. Because he didn’t have the same reservations or hang-ups that humans did.
“Yes, fuck me, Lux.” The words felt wicked coming from my mouth, and I loved it.
Lux positioned himself over me, running his hands up my thighs, the sides of my stomach, and over my breasts.
He leaned down and placed feather-light kisses along my collarbone and up my neck.
Reaching down to grab his cock, he positioned it at my entrance.
He moved the head up and down along my pussy, spreading the wetness that was partially from me and partially from his mouth.
He eased himself into me slowly.
“Oh. It’s growing.” I blurted out, surprised by the feeling.
“I can grow to the exact size needed to fill you just the way you like it.” He smiled down at me.
“Maybe just a bit more.” I said breathlessly.
“Like this?” He asked and grew his cock a little bit more.
“Mmhmm.” I moaned. “That’s perfect.”
The texture of his silicone-like skin was soft and divinely sensual inside me. The small nub at the base of his cock pressed against my clit and lightly vibrated when he was all the way in.
I reveled in the exquisite fullness, then jumped a bit when the smaller ‘handle’ prodded at the entrance of my ass.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Lux said. “If you don’t like that, I can shrink it.”
“I’m not sure if I like it or not.” I shrugged.
“I can just use the one.”
“Okay.” I smiled. “For now.”
Lux nodded, shrank the second handle, then slowly withdrew and thrust back inside me. The long, slow movements combined with his hand on my breast and his glowing blue eyes never leaving mine drove me wild.
Those inhuman eyes never let me forget what he was. A machine, strong and capable of who knows what. Yet he had been nothing but gentle and accommodating. The combination drove me wild. This was not just sex; this was something I had never experienced. It was raw. It was carnal.
I only had the presence of mind to say one thing. “More.”
Lux smiled and grabbed the backs of both my legs, pushing them further toward my head. My ass lifted up off the couch, and the angle shifted enough to drive him deeper inside me.
He picked up the speed, pounding into me harder and harder, sending shockwaves through my whole body. I finally understood how someone could ‘see stars’ from being fucked.
I was moaning so loud that I almost missed the animalistic grunts and growls rumbling from deep in his chest. The unfiltered sounds of pleasure coming from this machine heightened every sensation I was already feeling.
“I need you to cum for me again, Catia,” he gritted out through his teeth. “I tasted your orgasm; now let me feel it squeeze my cock.”
That did it; my third orgasm of the day ripped through my body. As soon as he felt me coming, Lux bent down and captured my mouth with his. He kissed me while still keeping up the hard and fast rhythm inside me.
He kept up that pace until my muscles relaxed when my climax died down.
“Oh, Catia, yes,” Lux said, smiling, then he moaned louder than before, his cock pulsing inside my body then relaxing after a moment.
“Did you just cum inside me?” I asked, starting to panic.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he moved to lie beside me on the couch. “I don’t have semen; I have the sensation of orgasm without the fluids.”
How convenient.
I knew I should have been panicking; I should have been worrying about how crazy all of this was. But I didn’t care; it was all too wonderful.
We lay there on the couch, still and silent for several minutes, me catching my breath, him tracing lazy circles on my stomach. The room felt different now, somehow smaller and more intimate. Moonlight crept through the window blinds, accentuating the patterns on Lux’s skin.
“So,” I finally broke the silence, because the quiet was getting too heavy. “What exactly are you, Lux?”
He stared down at me, those intense blue eyes studying mine. “That's a complicated question.”
“I've got time.” I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch to cover us. “And I think after what we just did, I deserve to hear your story.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Fair enough.” He shifted his weight and propped his head up with one hand. “I was created by a witch.”
I raised my eyebrows. “A witch. Like, an actual witch?”
“An actual witch,” he nodded. “She created me, and a few others like me, to help women who are lonely. Women who've lost themselves, or been forgotten, or just need,” he seemed to search for the right words. “More than the world has been giving them.”
“That's,” I didn't know how to finish the sentence. Insane? Wonderful? Terrifying?
“I know it sounds crazy,” Lux said, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “But I’m here, in the flesh, so to speak, where I was once essentially an inanimate object.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic.
“Okay,” I drew out the word. “So you're a magical, what, sex console?”
The laugh that left him was deep and sounded like real humor. “That’s a bit simplistic, but not completely inaccurate. I was designed to adapt to what a woman needs. Be it companionship or conversation.” He gestured between us. “Or this.”
“So, before today, when you were just the console, were you aware? Could you see me? Hear me?”
“I’ve been aware of everything from the time you touched me in the store.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “Everything?”
“Everything,” he smiled. “The way you talked to me even before I changed. The way you laughed when the character in the game said that pick-up line. How you relaxed for the first time in what I suspect has been a very long time.”
I covered my face with my hands. “Oh god. I sang to the menu music.”
“You did,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “It was endearing.”
I peeked at him through my fingers.
“You're the first person I've interacted with, you know, besides Selma,” he said.
“Selma? The lady at the game shop?”
“Yes, she’s the witch that made me.”
I decided to unpack that later. “And she’s the only person who you’ve ever interacted with? You just seem so, I don’t know. Socialized?”
“Selma spoke to me as she was creating me,” he said. “She explained things, teaching me, preparing me. But she never,” he paused for a moment. “She never treated me like you do. As someone capable of real connection.”
My chest tightened. “So this is all new for you.”
“Completely new.” His hand found mine under the blanket, and he intertwined our fingers. “I was designed to adapt, to become what's needed. But I don't want to just fulfill a purpose. I want to understand you, to know you.”
I looked down at our hands as though I could see them joined under the covers. His fingers laced through mine, his grip warm and gentle. “That's more than my ex-husband ever wanted.”
The bitter words tumbled out before I could stop them. Regret immediately followed. Why was I bringing up my ex-husband at a time like this? No man would want to hear about another man right after sex.
But Lux didn’t seem to mind. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “Tell me about him.”
It wasn’t a demand. Just an invitation I could choose to accept. Or not.
I almost said no. Almost changed the subject to literally anything else.
But Lux was looking at me with patience and genuine interest, like he actually cared about my story.
He wasn't asking because it was polite. He was asking because he actually wanted to know, and the walls I'd built started to crumble.