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Milo lay in his bed, hands behind his head.
Slowly, he touched his lips with his fingers.
The echo of the three kisses had changed something in his head. It was as though a switch which had never been touched had finally been turned on.
His mind rolled on an unsteady wave. Part of it was alcohol.
Most of it was emotion.
Over and over, he told himself they weren’t human. But Tania’s words to Vesna kept repeating in his head. That our family was better than hers.
It might’ve been the alcohol, but he suddenly felt a veil lift from his eyes as he realized how important those words had been to him. And also how strongly she’d meant them.
Suddenly it didn’t matter if she was human or not. She was family. The thought of living without her, or Selma or even Mila made him feel queasy. Or was that the alcohol?
No. It was the thought.
He could taste the alcohol he’d drunk. And the food he’d eaten. But above that was the taste of each of his golem’s tongues. He licked his lips softly, still touching them with his fingers.
And then the shadows moved and Tania stepped out of them. Her camouflage dropped ,and she stood in front of him. Dressed in the short robe she wore.
She didn’t lift it this time.
She unbuttoned it. Slowly. Then she dropped the soft cloth to the floor to stand naked in front of him. She stared down at him, a question in her eyes.
As he realized that he’d been so focused on what she was, that he hadn’t spent enough time thinking about who.
Slowly, he nodded.
And she came to him.
He wasn’t sure what to say. Or what to do first.
She slid on the bed beside him, her arms reaching. He took her into his own, worried she’d feel the tremble in his body as he felt the first shivers of fear. Not fear of her, but fear of failure. And what she’d think of him.
The lewd stories he’d grown up with from the other apprentices made it clear there was a level of satisfaction a woman expected. Was he man enough to give that to her?
“It’s my first time,” he said through his teeth. “I don’t know if…”
But Tania was smiling a smile that looked just as nervous as his own.
“Milo, it’s mine, too.” She took a deep breath.
“There’s a lot of knowledge in my core. Instructions.
Ideas. But it’s all bunk, ain’t it? In the end, it’s about how we feel, right?
Let’s not think about it too much. We’re two dumb klucks and it’s the middle of the night.
We’re together. That’s all that matters. ”
“I don’t know where to start,” he admitted.
“Let’s start with necking and I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
That was good enough for him. The engineer in him liked full instructions, but was flexible enough to adapt. And that’s how he decided to think about it. Because she was right.
How could he know without experience?
He leaned in, knowing they both wanted the same thing. Their lips met, and he had a flash of memory cross his mind. A time when he was putting those lips together. He’d thought they were soft then, but they seemed so much more softer now.
And her arms around him were warm. Her lips were warm.
But her body was hot! Especially, as she slid her leg over the top of his, the area between her thighs. It was like a promise of heat and softness. And it made his own body respond.
As he felt himself start to grow hard, he was struck by the sudden thought that they weren’t actually so different after all. Her body might be a machine, but so was his.
Her tongue flicked out, and he felt a brief hesitation then lost himself to the bliss of kissing. It took a few moments before he realized his hands were moving. Sliding up her ribs. Feeling each intake of breath.
He slid his hands further down, following the curve of her spine until he found the softer curves of her ass. Instinctively, he squeezed, and she moaned into his mouth. She tasted sweet.
Yet in that sweetness was something which was ephemeral. Something which triggered a primal urge inside him. His heart pumped harder, and he felt like a man about to run the race of his life.
He kissed her harder, his fingers squeezing tighter.
Her leg lifted, and he rolled with the unspoken invitation, moving between her thighs. The heat of them around his hips made him groan, and he could feel the radiating warmth luring him towards the puffy slit between her legs.
Her hand reached down between them, and she took his rod in her fingers. Gently, she rubbed the tip, and he sucked a hissing breath. It felt too good!
He pulled his mouth off hers and grimaced as pleasure cascaded through him like nothing else he’d ever known. “Tania…”
“Please, Milo,” she whimpered, her voice more delicate than he’d ever heard. She sounded small. Hungry. Desperate. “Inside me. Come inside me.”
He let her pull him closer, her fingers nudging the tip up against her waiting sex. How many times had she lifted her skirt to show her panties to him? How many times had she just bared her cootie as though teasing him with it?
He didn’t feel teased now.
Now she was giving herself to him.
He pressed his mouth against the crook of her neck and kissed it as he slowly followed her guiding finger. Her smooth soft skin.
There was nothing about her which felt wrong. Everything just felt so right.
“Milo…”
Her fingers moved away as the head of his cock submerged into the folds of her pussy. A hot wet warmth enveloped him, almost sucking him in. He went with it, guided into her.
He knew her intimately already. How could he not? He remembered the challenge of all those intricate components needed to build where his cock was now being squeezed tightly.
But now it felt less like engineering and more like a miracle. As though he hadn’t created a golem. He’d instead created a life. His mind and heart was a whirlwind of emotions and memories as he remembered every single thing about her which had led to this.
He plunged deeper, feeling her shiver under him.
“Milo,” she panted in his ear. “Is it… Is my coochie good?”
He started moving, following a rhythm known to every man and every woman. A slow gentle one to start. One which would eventually reach a crashing crescendo. But, for now, he held his breath and felt every slippery thrust of his cock and every clenched grip of her sex on his.
“No,” he groaned. “It’s the best.”
She clung tighter to him, her arms around his neck. Her legs around his waist. She arched herself, pushing against him with her hips.
Urging him.
On and on.
Her machine Intelligence Matrix was a mystery to him. As mysterious as a human brain. But inside it, she was experiencing her own tumbling sense of awe as the man she loved gave her everything she’d been dreaming of since he’d first told her he was her engineer.
“My engineer,” she moaned, sucking on his shoulder. “My engineer!”
His thrusts kicked up a gear as her words penetrated his brain.
Arching her toes, she yipped as he began to lose all sense of control. He couldn’t think of anything except how good it felt. How good she felt. How incredible the act of touching her was.
Nothing mattered. None of his fears. None of his reservations.
Everything was lost to the raging torrent of lust which was rising between them.
“Close,” he grunted.
“Milo,” she moaned with him. “I feel… Everything’s tingling!”
He swallowed hard, feeling himself stuck on the edge as her thighs gripped him harder. Her heat was overwhelming. Her soft wetness drove him beyond the heights he could contain.
“I want to go longer,” he groaned.
“Next time,” she growled, reaching up to grab both his ears. “Milo, next time. I’m right there. Right now. So are you. Just give it to me, Milo. My engineer, I’m tingling like crazy!”
That was enough.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
And she was right.
He slammed his hips hard against her, driving as deep as he could. Sending her into throes of shuddering joy. He lost all sense of himself as an engineer. As a man. He was an animal now. A beast whose entire being was focused on one thing.
Fill her womb with seed.
As he felt his release approach like a bullet, he put everything he could into it. Gripping her ass with both hands. Squeezing every ounce of pleasure. Her legs shook violently against him as she let out a scream.
“Milo!”
Teeth gnashed together so he didn’t scream with her, he plunged.
And felt himself burst within her. It was like his dick just exploded, his cum pouring into her in hot thick ropes. Each spasm of his cock made her yelp.
Each last desperate thrust made her whimper.
And, finally, as his sweat-drenched body melted on top of hers, she let out a delicate sob and pulled him hard against her. Their bodies were still linked, his seed dripping gently from her sex.
He looked up and saw her face.
A wild cacophony of emotions was racing across it. One to the next.
“I love ya, Milo,” she said softly. Her voice was sweet in a way it had never been before. Her eyes were glistening. A few tears had already wet her cheeks. Gone was the overconfident woman, and what remained was love. “I love ya so much!”
He kissed her softly, his dick still throbbing inside her. “I love you, too.”
Her eyes were wide. “You ain’t just saying it, are ya?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I ain’t just saying it. I mean it. Every word.”
She giggled, and her whole body trembled under him, making his rod twitch again.
She looked down with a little look of shock. “Don’t tell me ya want another round, buster!” She blinked up at him. “I ain’t sure my coochie can take it! I got a feeling my hips need oiling, too.”
The absurdity of that made him smile. “I’ll oil you later,” he said, kissing her throat. “As much as you like.’
“Aww.” She giggled again. “Ya say the sweetest things.”
He started to move again. His cock somehow found new life. It wasn’t his fault. She just felt so good.
He grinned and hunched over her nipple, his mouth covering it completely while his tongue started to tease her.
This time, he promised himself, he’d take his time.
He’d really explore.
“Well,” she said with a nervous titter while biting her lip. “Maybe I could go one more time…”
Later, he lay in the dark.
Listening to the sound of her breathing. He couldn’t hear the gears inside her body. He couldn’t feel them.
Closing his eyes, he realized it didn’t matter.
And with that realization, Milo smiled for the first time in a very long time.