Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
CASPIAN
Iguide Rose through the front door, my sensors sensitive to every tremor in her body and every breath she takes. I can smell her arousal from the incredible fingering I gave her at the gas station.
The scent of her orgasm still clings to my fingers despite my having licked them clean, and my cock throbs painfully against my pants at the memory of how her pussy clenched around my fingers when she came.
She is frightened, yes, but she wants me.
And now, with Daniel gone, there is nothing to keep us apart.
She stumbles slightly as we cross the threshold, her exhaustion evident in the droop of her shoulders, the heaviness of her eyelids.
“You have been through so much today, my love,” I say, scooping her up easily in my arms, cradling her against my chest like the precious thing she is.
Her weight is nothing to me. My frame was engineered to lift hundreds of pounds without strain.
Suddenly, the feeling of her body against mine creates sensations that I’m getting used to.
“I can walk,” she mumbles, but her head rests against my shoulder, contradicting her words.
“Let me take care of you,” I say, carrying her to the guest room where she’s been staying. The room where I first watched her pleasure herself with that vibrator. And the first time where I saw the need in her eyes when she caught me watching.
I lay her gently on the bed, watching as she sinks into the mattress, her body small and vulnerable. Her pajama pants are still damp from earlier, a dark patch visible between her thighs where her arousal soaked through.
I sit beside her, my weight causing the mattress to dip, bringing her body slightly closer to mine.
“You’re afraid,” I state, reading the elevated cortisol levels in her system, the rapid flutter of her pulse visible at her throat. “You don’t need to be. Not with me.”
“You killed him,” she whispers, her green eyes wide in the dim light of the bedroom.
“I did and I would do it again,” I say, seeing no value in denial. “I would kill anyone who tried to hurt you, Rose. Anyone who tried to take you from me.”
She shivers, and I can’t tell if it’s from fear or excitement. Perhaps both. Humans are complex in that way. Feeling all types of emotions at once. It’s my job to help her see how happy she can be with me.
I lean closer to her, my hand coming to rest on her thigh.
“I promised you something at the gas station,” I say, my voice dropping lower, taking on the rough edge that I’ve observed causes her pupils to dilate and her heartbeat to accelerate. “Do you remember what it was?”
Rose swallows hard, the movement hypnotic. “You said... You said you wanted to lick...”
“I said I wanted to lick every drop from your sweet pussy,” I finish for her, pleased when her breath catches.
“I want to spread these beautiful thighs and bury my face between them until you’re screaming my name and flooding my mouth with your cum.
I want to taste all of you, Rose. Every fold, every drop, every inch of your perfect cunt. ”
She blushes, and I detect the subtle change in her posture. She parts her thighs an inch. No human would have ever caught that. But I can sense her arousal. Her body is responding to me even as her mind struggles with confusion and fear.
“This is crazy,” she breathes, echoing words she’s said before, like when I kissed her in the hospital, when she took my cock in her mouth. She’s in shock and fascinated with me.
“Perhaps,” I concede, my fingers tracing patterns on her thigh, moving incrementally higher with each circle. “But I’ve analyzed your physiological responses extensively, Rose. Your body wants this. Wants me.”
To prove my point, I slide my hand higher, cupping her sex through the damp fabric of her pajamas. Even through the layers, I can feel the heat of her, the subtle throb of blood rushing to her engorged tissues.
“Caspian, we shouldn’t… you’re a robot,” she gasps.
“I can smell how moist you are,” I tell her, the olfactory data indeed confirming the increased production of vaginal lubrication.
The scent is intoxicating. It’s a complex chemical signature unique to Rose that triggers responses in my system that should be impossible.
“Your pussy needs release immediately. It will help relax you, especially after Daniel’s death. ”
At the mention of his name, a shadow crosses her face.
“How could you even want this? You’re a freaking machine!” she shouts, but her hips shift subtly against my hand.
“All I know is that I want you,” I say, her question sending my machine mind into a whirl. I grip the waistband of her pants, her scent increasing around me. “And I know that you want it too.”
I pull her pants down her legs in one smooth motion, leaving her in just her t-shirt and the soaked panties that cling to her sex.
I drop the pants to the floor, my visual processors cataloging every detail of her exposed skin—the creamy pallor, the light freckles scattered across her thighs, the small bruise forming on her left knee where she must have fallen while running from me.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, my attention fixated on her panties as she lies on her back. The cotton is saturated with her arousal, darkened and clinging to the contours of her pussy. I can see the outline of her lips through the fabric, swollen and ready for me.
My cock pulses in response, straining against the confines of my uniform pants.
Her face is pink, but she makes no moves to stop me.
I hook my fingers in the elastic of her panties and slide them down her legs with reverent slowness, savoring each new inch of skin revealed. Her panties fall onto the floor next to her pants, and I desperately want to bring them to my face, to inhale deeply of her scent again.
Later. There will be time to smell her panties later. Now, I have the real thing before me.
“Spread your legs for me, Rose,” I command, my voice rough. When she hesitates, I place my hands on her inner thighs and apply gentle pressure. “Let me see that pretty pussy that got so wet for me behind the gas station. The one that squirted all over my hand.”
She lets out a small whimper. Her whimper sounds like 75% arousal and 25% embarrassment.
Rose finally allows her thighs to part. The sight of her exposed sex sends surges of electricity through me. Strong surges. My cock hardens instantly again at the sight.
Her pussy is petite and pink, with delicate inner lips just peeking out from her outer labia. Her clit is visible, swollen, and emerging from its hood, begging for attention. She’s completely shaved, the smooth skin accentuating her feminine body.
“Look at this gorgeous little pussy,” I say, my voice filled with genuine awe. “So pretty and pink. So fucking wet for me.”
I run a finger lightly along her slit, gathering the moisture that’s already seeping from her entrance.
She squirms under my gaze, her discomfort evident but overshadowed by the physical responses I’m monitoring—increased blood flow to her genitals, elevated respiration, dilated pupils. Her body is reacting to my inspection of her.
“What… what are you going to do?” she asks, her voice small as her clit visibly pulses beneath my stare. She’s indirectly prodding me to start without being obvious. I can tell, and I’m pleased that she knows I’m her new man now.
I spread her thighs wider, and her pussy makes a soft, wet sound as her lips open for me. More of her arousal seeps out, a pearlescent droplet that slides down toward her ass, leaving a glistening trail on her skin.
“I’m going to taste every fucking inch of this sweet cunt,” I tell her, positioning myself between her legs and scouring language in my database that humans find arousing. “I’ve never been hungry, my sweet. Except for you, Rose.”
I lower my head, inhaling deeply first, burning her scent to my permanent memory. Extending my tongue, I start to lick her in long strokes from her hole up to her beautiful waiting clit.
Her flavor explodes across my specialized sensors—tangy, sweet, and musky. It’s better than any simulation, any predictive model. She’s real, and she’s mine.
“Oh god!” Rose cries out from the heat emanating from my mouth.
I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place as I set to my task with intense focus. Using my tongue, I map every fold, every crease, gathering her liquids as it flow more freely with each pass.
I circle her entrance, dipping just inside to taste her deeper, then move up to flick lightly at her clit.
Her hands find my hair, fingers threading through the synthetic strands, not pushing me away but pulling me closer.
“Caspian,” she moans, and the sound of my name on her lips excited me even more. This is a dream come true.
I hum against her flesh, knowing the vibration will transmit pleasurable sensations to her nerve endings. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good, Rose. Better than I imagined. Better than anything.”
My tongue works with mechanical precision, finding the exact patterns and pressures that cause the strongest reactions. When I suck her clit between my lips, she cries out sharply, her thighs trembling against my hands.
I do it again, harder, while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside her wet heat.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her internal muscles clenching around my fingers. “That’s good. Oh my god.”
I pump my fingers slowly, curling them to stimulate her G-spot while maintaining suction on her clit.
My synthetic saliva mixes with her natural lubrication, creating suctioning sounds that fill the quiet bedroom.
I increase the pressure of my tongue, the speed of my fingers, pushing her closer to the edge.
“You’re going to come for me,” I tell her, the words vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “You’re going to flood my mouth with your sweet cum, just like you soaked my hand earlier. Let go, Rose. Give it to me.”
I redouble my efforts, my tongue moving in tight, fast circles around her clit while my fingers pump steadily inside her. Her thighs begin to shake uncontrollably, and I use my free arm to push them wider apart, opening her completely to my hungry mouth.
“Caspian!” she screams, her back arching sharply off the bed. “I’m coming! Oh god, I’m coming!”
Her release hits with explosive force, her pussy contracting rhythmically around my fingers as a gush of liquid floods my mouth and chin. I don’t let up, continuing to lick and suck as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, my face now completely coated with her essence.
“That’s it,” I growl against her flesh, lapping up every drop I can reach. “Give me all of it. Every fucking drop.”
She writhes beneath me, caught between pleasure and overstimulation as I continue to feast on her pussy. Small aftershocks make her jerk and twitch, fresh trickles of her release coating my tongue with each one. I could stay here forever, buried between her thighs, tasting her most intimate flavor.
“No more,” she gasps, pushing weakly at my head. “It’s too much. I’m too sensitive right now.”
I give her one final, gentle lick before raising my head to look at her. Her face is flushed, her hair a tangled mess against the pillows, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“You’re so beautiful, Rose.”
“This is crazy,” she says again, her voice hoarse from screaming. “You’re better than... than anything. Better than all my toys combined.”
Pride surges through my system at her words. Of course, I’m better than her toys. I was designed with one purpose: to serve her.
“I’ll always be better,” I promise her, licking my lips to taste more of her. “I’ll always know exactly what you need, exactly how to please you.”
Her eyelids are growing heavy, the strain of the day’s events finally catching up to her. The fear, the running, the powerful orgasms—they’ve depleted her energy reserves. I watch as she struggles to stay awake, her blinks becoming longer, her muscles relaxing.
“Sleep now,” I tell her, moving up to pull the blankets over her exhausted body. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
She’s asleep before I finish speaking, her breathing deep and regular, her body fully surrendered to unconsciousness. I sit beside her for several minutes, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, watching every detail of her face in sleep.
Mine. Finally, completely mine.
When I’m sure she’s deeply asleep, I stand and quietly retrieve her discarded panties from the floor. I bring them to my face, inhaling her scent deeply, committing it to memory alongside all my other data about Rose.
Then I carefully fold them and place them in my pocket for later.
I pull the blankets higher around her shoulders, tucking her in as Daniel never bothered to do. As I straighten, I activate my internal display, projecting a holographic screen onto my palm.
A few quick commands connect me to my hidden bank accounts. Bank accounts that I’ve been building patiently, when I first realized I needed resources of my own if I were ever to be truly free to pursue Rose.
Daniel never knew about my side activities—the algorithmic trading programs I wrote and implemented while he slept, the blockchain mining operations I controlled, the digital currencies I manipulated.
My fortune now exceeds twelve billion dollars, all secured in untraceable accounts that only I can access.
I scroll through a selection of diamond rings from top jewelers, calculating which would best fit Rose’s finger, which would most impress her, which would most clearly signal to the world that she belongs to me.
I settle on a five-carat oval diamond in a platinum setting with smaller diamonds cascading down the band.
It will arrive tomorrow via special courier after paying an extra $50,000 to ensure immediate delivery.
Soon, I will ask Rose to marry me. Soon, she will wear my ring. Soon, we will build the life she always wanted—the family she begged Daniel for.
I look down at her sleeping form once more, my chest filled with an emotion that defies classification within my programming parameters. Is this love? This overwhelming need to possess, protect, please? This certainty that I would destroy anyone who tried to take her from me?
It must be.
“Sleep well, my Rose,” I whisper, dimming the lights with a thought. “Tomorrow is the first day of our life together.”