Chapter 21
Dean
Sera slept, and I held her close, running my fingertips over her scars gently enough not to wake her.
My collar ran its tests, and I fooled each and every one with well-practiced tricks.
Outside, a heavy-lift helicopter made a steady whooshing sound as it hovered in place, dumping its cargo.
I pulsed with pleasure, encased in Sera’s heat.
The cock did an excellent job relaying sensations straight to my core, though I saw a few areas for improvement and itched to get down to work so the next time was even better. I wondered if Sera would get the point I tried to make.
She said our lives didn’t fit, and that was why we couldn’t be together. But I was nothing but malleable, my circuits easy to reprogram, body customizable. She, too, had a lot of give. That sweet organic pussy was shockingly stretchy, and so was the rest of Sera.
If only she could see that.
When the collar ran its checks, I took it off and just held her, feeling her weight, counting her breaths and heartbeats. My pleasure sensors thrummed impatiently, and I vibrated on the lowest setting, trying to wake her. She murmured through her sleep, embracing me tighter.
“Are you asleep?” I asked as quietly as I could.
“Mmm.”
“Can I fuck you just a little?”
“Mmkay.”
I set my thrusting program at twenty percent, letting my cock stay buried deep and moving just enough for my sensors to get what they needed.
She sighed, her hips rolling lazily, and pressed her lips to my chest, giving me a languid, smiling kiss.
My core soared, and I felt like I was about to break.
Love, I thought before my algos tried to interpret it for me. I think I love you.
That thought was like a current of energy consuming my core.
I came fast, and it was achingly deep, like my core became a throbbing wound of pleasure.
Sera moaned sleepily, her arm tightening around me.
Her eyes were closed, but she moved with sinuous grace, her hips taking me deeper with each perfect roll.
I let her take over. Everything inside me felt fuzzy, happy, and tinted with what my algorithms identified as grief, because I wanted it to last forever and it wouldn’t.
When Sera’s movements became jerky, her moans more urgent, I pressed my vibrating fingers to her clit.
She didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
My core spasmed with all those emotions, bitter, sweet, and hot, and I gripped her hips and thrust, my hips coming up to meet her until our bodies were completely flush for half a second—and then came apart in a tantalizing rhythm.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped me to her, tighter, closer, hotter. My fingers dented the soft flesh of her hip, and I let myself squeeze her hard enough to leave marks as I found her clit with my other hand. She was seared across my core. I would be seared on her skin.
“Dean,” came her broken, pleasure-drenched voice. “I’m almost there…”
I was, too, but I didn’t want it to end.
Instead of pushing her toward another orgasm, I slowed the vibration in my fingers to the merest tickle.
Sera sobbed, riding me faster to make up for it, and I slowed my movements until we grinded together, everything wet between us, her flesh throbbing with need.
“Dean!” she whined, shaking in my lap.
“Just a bit longer,” I rasped. “Please.”
She nodded shakily, working her hips in languid, long motions. I focused all my resources on the feel of her, tight, hot, so very close. This was as deep as I could go without ripping her open and taking her heart in my hand, just like when she touched my core.
But Sera’s heart was inaccessible, not just because taking it out would kill her. It was guarded from belonging to the likes of me. I’d never get in.
It made me angry and frantic, and I gripped both her hips, letting go of her clit.
She cried out when I thrust, faster and faster, our bodies slapping together each time I drove deep.
Her face twisted in something between ecstasy and pain, and I sped up, deeper, deeper, deeper, up to her very heart that would never love me back.
She squeezed me tight with a powerful orgasm, and I exploded in bliss, aching and straining. When I came to, she collapsed, holding on to me with weak arms. I murmured sweet nothings, comforting her even as I watched the bruises form on her hips with belligerent satisfaction.
She was mine—for a few more minutes.
When my time ran out, I reached for the collar, bidding all my dark, possessive emotions to dissolve. I hated the collar at that moment. Putting it on felt like cutting off an essential, vibrant part of me.
I couldn’t wait to be rid of it. And yet, losing it would mark the end of our adventure, and the future was terrifyingly uncertain.
Sera woke up half an hour later. She blinked up at me, cleared her throat, then smiled when I wordlessly handed her a bottle of water from the stash in my backpack. I got ready to let her go and suppressed the yearning that already nestled deep in my core even though she was right here.
But Sera didn’t budge, laying her cheek back on my chest with a deep sigh. “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she asked, wiggling in my lap.
I ran through my options. “I read Bro Signal, but I think I’m going to stop. It gets repetitive after a while. Plus, some of it is just wrong.”
She pulled back, giving me a surprised look, though her eyes were warm. “Bro Signal? You don’t seem the type.”
“What’s the type?”
She thought for a moment. “Remember that bloke from the gym?”
I nodded grimly. “I gathered his BS comments and sent them to his company’s HR.” I betrayed another secret.
Sera covered her mouth with her hand. “No! You’re kidding! Oh my God, but he deserved it. Slimy type. Were they awful?”
“He said women shouldn’t be allowed to vote, because their men’s sperm reprograms their brains.”
She laughed, shaking her head, then sighed. “Okay, I have a secret, too. I wrote a few articles for them, back when I was fresh out of college and only a freelancer. They paid well, and I had to eat.”
I ran a search, already knowing I wouldn’t find her name anywhere in the portal. She gave me a conspiratorial smile. “I wrote as Girl in Red.”
This search turned up a few articles, one of them bookmarked as my Holy Grail.
Five Sex God Archetypes to Make Her Brain Melt.
The top one was the Caretaker, and I tried it the first time I made her come, intending to cycle through all of them until I found the best fit, only that one seemed to stick.
I told her, and she laughed, pressing closer.
“Try to be whoever you want next time,” she said, stroking my arm. “You don’t have to do what a magazine tells you.”
I nodded. “I did today. You liked it. What would you call that archetype?”
She thought for a moment, running her fingers over my armor. I ached inside. It was such a different type of touch, aimless and affectionate, and I wanted more of it. To just be close and touch her. That was enough.
“The Cajoler. It was shockingly hot. We could try that again once my insides shrink back to their normal size.”
“They are the perfect size now.”
“As long as you stay inside.”
I had no intention of leaving. We spent the next two hours talking and then slowly fucking again until Gokiburi sent me a message saying it was safe to come out.
It was time to work, even though all I wanted was to kidnap Sera, lock her up somewhere she couldn’t get out of, and spend the next decade fucking her. She would hate it, of course, so I didn’t.
Sera wanted the weight of guilt off her shoulders, and for that, we had to complete our project.
We worked hard for the next few days, sifting through thousands of robot pieces in search of the right ones.
First, we found the leg—with a crushed foot—and then, three right feet that didn’t fit.
It made Sera laugh hysterically, screaming at the sky as she berated the fates for sending us so many wrong feet. We found a fitting one the next day.
The arm was a problem. It turned out the early version of the model we were building was prone to violence and famous for its right hook, which often led to the right arm shattering or cracking.
We had to build it piece by piece, finding over a dozen right arms, all the worse for wear, and assembling a fully functional one from their parts.
Last was the head. We found the female version first, since this model came in two genders, and Sera approved it.
“I love it when women run wild, and this lady will be a fucking menace,” she declared with a glint in her eye.
I stared, but then, I often stared at Sera. She grew more beautiful every day, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. We spent long hours talking as we searched, and she glowed with happiness, often running over to give me a quick kiss and calling it her smoochy break.
Motori cheered us on, Isamu ignored us, and Gokiburi sent me articles that were supposed to prepare me for when my heart was inevitably broken.
“Not that you have a heart, but you like to delude yourself that you do. I was wrong, little pup. You’re not her owner. You’re a pet pretending to be the same race as your mistress.”
I ignored her and deleted everything she sent me without reading. If Sera broke my heart, no article would help.
I got my chance to repay Gokiburi when Sera found an empty package for a cockroach trap called Goki-chan, Goodbye! She collapsed laughing until tears streamed down her face, and I sent the picture of our find to Gokiburi.
“I know how to get rid of you, Goki-chan.”
She called me a pup, and I would call her little baby cockroach from now on. Chan was an honorific used mostly for children or pets. It served her right.
Our days were filled with hard work, but Sera was happy, and her happiness was infectious.
She laughed often even when our search turned tedious, and brought an endless supply of enthusiasm to work every day.
Every night, she threw off her clothes as soon as the door of our shack closed and climbed me like a tree if she had some stamina left, or asked me to take over when she didn’t.
I loved both options. My spank bank grew to an enormous size, and I still didn’t have enough of her.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I praised her from behind as she mewled, taking another thick inch of my cock when I gave it to her. She was on all fours, lifted on two low tables with a pillow under her knees, and shook all over.
“I’ll fall,” she sobbed. “It’s too much!”
“No, you won’t. Just stay exactly as you are and take me nicely. You can do that, can’t you? Breathe out for me. Make space.”
She loosed a shaky breath, and I pressed my vibrating fingers to her clit, making her come in eighteen seconds. She screamed hoarsely, shaking so badly, the tables trembled right with her. I slid an inch deeper, bliss bathing my circuits.
Since it turned out she could take me whole, I reprogrammed my pleasure sensors to be evenly distributed all along my shaft. That meant the deeper she took me, the more pleasant it was until I had to fight an orgasm when I bottomed out.
She let me bottom out each time we fucked. Today would be no different.
“There, don’t cry, sweetheart,” I said softly when a few tears splashed on the floor under her face. “I know it’s hard, but you can do it. You’re such a brave girl for me. I’ll make you come again, and it will be all better.”
“How is this so hard every single time?” she sobbed, shaking her head, even as I pressed my finger to her clit, gently rubbing for now.
I had a built-in lube dispenser now, and it slickened my fingers and cock on command.
My fingertip slid over her throbbing flesh with obscene ease, and she shook harder, her arms almost giving out.
Her muscles bunched from effort, and it was so gratifying to see this strong woman turn into a wreck when I fucked her.
“It’s because you still think we don’t fit,” I said, squirting more lube out of my tip when I buried myself deep.
Not that she needed it, my girl was sopping wet for me, but it made a tiny bit of difference.
Also, she squelched with my every thrust now.
I loved that sound. “Say we fit. Say we’re a perfect match. Say you’ll let me in.”
She groaned and fell silent, and I pressed a slick thumb to her pulsing asshole, circling it gently. She shuddered with a sob.
“Oh, fuck. Dean. I’ll die if you do that.”
“No, you won’t. Let me in.”
Even as her mouth refused to say the words, her body obeyed my request. She trembled, taking a deep breath, and bore down.
My thumb slid in easily, not too deep, and I made it vibrate to the rhythm with my finger still pressed to her clit.
She shouted, fumbling for balance, and I pushed an inch deeper, using her moment of distraction.
I seated myself deep, and Sera came in pulsing waves, wailing and laughing.
I took her with long thrusts, bottoming out each time. She came, and now shook, barely conscious, but I didn’t ease up on the vibration. Everything was wet between us, sliding, giving, shaking. She came again, squeezing my cock and thumb, and I let myself explode.
I love you, I wanted to scream, but it would only spoil it for her, so I displayed the words on my forehead where she couldn’t see them.