Chapter 10
Wyl
Aura’s conversation gives me a lot to think about. She clearly knows what she wants, and I admire that she’s not afraid to tell me, even though it’s extremely risky.
In fact, I admire her resolve so much that I can’t stop thinking about it, not even later on when I’m taking a shower.
When I explained that station sensors are prohibited from scanning bathrooms in the guest quarters, Aura tried to join me.
I had to let her down gently, which visibly upset her, but it’s better than getting caught.
Meanwhile, I also had to hide the fact that her eagerness has my cock standing at attention almost constantly.
This time alone with my thoughts will give me a chance to release some of the sexual tension, and hopefully after that, I can focus on our next steps.
Once I strip out of the all-weather suit, I don’t have much time to jump under the cooling shower spray before I risk overheating.
My hope had been that the icy cold water would calm my raging cock, but instead, all it does is remind me of seeing Aura completely naked and drenched.
It had taken everything in my power not to try to get intimate right then and there; I’m honestly surprised she couldn’t tell by reading my vital signs how turned on I was, even with the distraction of her being so close to deactivation.
Now that she’s safe, though … I can let my mind wander.
I can also let my hand wander.
The shower starts off innocently enough. I lather. I scrub. But when I reach my cock, I stroke myself with a feverish intensity, completely overtaken by my unfulfilled lust.
Aura … Built to be every man’s dream, but also with her own personality, her own opinions, her own mind.
Soft and pliable outside, though simultaneously remarkably strong.
If I’m being honest with myself, I can see why Archer IX became obsessed with her model—at least physically.
I don’t think I’ll ever comprehend his twisted desire to have all of his droids programmed to be essentially slaves to his whims.
The wet slapping of my hand on my skin, combined with the hiss of the shower spray and the fact that I’m closing my eyes to focus on memories of Aura’s naked beauty, leave me completely oblivious to the sudden arrival of another body in the shower stall with me.
I only notice when Aura’s hand joins mine on my shaft.
My eyes whip open, and I stare in shock at her as she stands in front of me, completely naked.
I let go of my cock in a panic. “Aura, I thought we talked about this! We should really wait until—”
She cuts me off. “The Galactic Authority is unable to monitor us in here. If they were to try to arrest us for any acts we do in this room, it would be—to use an old Earth legal term—fruit of the poisoned tree. Inadmissible.”
“I thought we agreed to wait. Remember? No sex until we leave the station.” Not that I don’t want this, but I feel she has to weigh all the risks before we go any further.
Aura’s pupils dilate, glowing red as they scan the room.
“There are no recording devices, sensors, or other such things in this bathroom. We are alone.” She leans forward and licks a line up the side of my neck to my ear, where she sucks the lobe into her mouth and gently nibbles on it.
I shudder, and my cock twitches in her hand. “Do you wish to proceed, Wyl?”
She’s so close … so warm, even under the frigid stream. Her beauty is—God, it’s such a perfect combination of human aesthetics and exquisite, otherworldly design.
I’ve never wanted another human as much as I want her. Not any other species. Not anyone.
“Yes …”
That seems to be all the encouragement Aura needs. She keeps one hand on my shoulder while she wraps a long, shapely leg around my waist and lines me up.
With a human woman, I’d suggest a different position.
Standing like this is precarious enough, but once we add thrusting, it would be even easier to slip on the wet tile floor.
Normally in this situation, I take the woman from behind, letting her put her hands on the wall for added balance and stability—not that Aura needs extra balance and stability.
Instead, Aura has my back pinned to the wall of the shower. She’s taken the role of the aggressor, and that’s new for me.
This might be something I’m into …
Aura guides me inside her, and the way her slick inner walls hug me makes it feel like she was designed specifically for my cock.
She grinds and moans, her eyes rolling back.
Not one to leave a girl hanging or make her do all the work, I grab her hip with one hand and gently thrust up into her while I toy with her pert nipple, pinching and tweaking it between my thumb and forefinger.
Aura’s back arches, pressing her tits to my chest, and she easily meets my rhythm, matching me thrust for thrust. She lifts her face to the stream from the shower heads, and the expression of pure ecstasy is perfection.
Her android pussy is fucking sublime. As realistic as it felt when I was fingering it, that was nothing compared to this.
I can see why Archer IX became obsessed.
Locking lips with Aura, I swallow her cries of passion while my dick pounds into her. Besides her muted screams, the only sounds are the streaming water and the slapping of skin against skin.
“God, Aura, you’re so fucking tight. Hugging me perfectly …”
“Would—Ah!—Would you like me to be tighter? I am capable.”
“No!” As nice as it would be to have an even more custom fit, I’d rather not risk her crushing my dick. With her mechanical musculature, she could easily overdo it. “No, Aura. This is just right.”
The near-disastrous interpretation of my attempt at dirty talk makes me hesitate to try more.
I don’t want Aura to hurt me because I phrased something wrong again while praising her, and something tells me she wouldn’t be the type to appreciate a little degradation.
I can only imagine her reaction if I called her my “dirty little slut,” especially given Archer IX’s treatment of the earlier XR-17 models.
Only one other thing comes to mind, but I can’t say that. Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
I have to distract myself before that dangerous phrase slips out. Sliding one hand down behind Aura’s other leg, I swiftly lift it up and hook it around me, turning around so Aura’s back is now against the wall.
My turn to play.
“Wyl … You could damage yourself if you continue to hold me up.”
“Nonsense,” I say as I start fucking her into the tiled wall. “I might not have android strength, but if I can hold up a Jiinite woman, I can certainly hold you up.”
Her eyes widen, and she looks at me with awe. “You can hold up a Jiinite woman? They are—”
“Dense. Yes.” To further prove my point, I let one arm hang while the other holds her securely around her back, never once stopping in my onslaught. “You see, Aura, I can handle you; I’m not intimidated by your strength or weight or anything else you might be self-conscious about.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but whatever it would have been, it’s lost to her screams as I twist my hips, change the angle, and find a new pleasure zone inside her.
Aura clutches my shoulders and does her best to reciprocate, but I’m on a roll.
My hips slam into her, and whoever programmed her orgasm response did a phenomenal job.
Her pussy flutters and pulses around my cock exactly like a real human one would, milking my cum as her body spasms with the intensity of her climax.
I pump her full, shooting hot ropes of seed into her as I come in a powerful finish that shakes me to my core.
Apparently Aura’s reservoir has a limit, because the cum starts dripping back out, oozing down my balls to be washed away by the shower.
For all her superior strength and endurance, Aura needs help standing when I set her down on her feet. I hold her steady while her processors catch up to the sensory input, kissing her gently and stroking her wet hair.
“Where did you leave your all-weather suit?”
She points to the floor, where two empty suits lie in a tangled pile just outside the shower.
“Well, it’s going to be difficult to get that back on you when your skin is damp, so here’s a towel. I’ll retrieve your suit, and while I’m grabbing it, you dry off as quickly as you can. That way, you don’t overheat.”
Aura’s brows knit together. “What about you, Wyl? You will overheat as well if you do not get dressed fast enough.”
I shake my head. “I’ve got minutes; you’ve got seconds.”
Nothing to argue there. If she goes for the suits, she dies. If I do, there’s no problem.
By the time I’ve stepped out of the shower and sorted which suit is whose, Aura’s dry.
I toss her suit over the top of the shower stall, and she dresses so fast that I unfortunately don’t get to visually appreciate the incredible dexterity it must take to shimmy into something so skintight.
By the time I’ve got my suit turned the right way around, she’s dressed.
Patience, Wyl. You can watch her all you want after the ship is refueled.
Conversely, since I’m slower by nature, Aura gets a little show while I dress.
I, of course, have different bits to stuff than she does, and I think the suits are unfairly disproportionate on my end.
Whereas she seems to have just the right amount of chest space worked into her suit design, I have to endure a bit of mild discomfort due to the cut of the crotch.
Maybe whoever served as a model for this designer wasn’t as endowed as I am.
“How many male suits did you pack, Wyl?”
I look up at Aura, who appears to be on the verge of laughter. Must be quite a sight for her to watch me struggle with this outfit. “Three or four. Why?”
She nods and steps out of the shower, snickering. “I will alter them for you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
For good measure, I swat her shapely ass as she passes by, and she rewards me with a sly glance over her shoulder.
I wonder how many more excuses I can find to shower while we’re here …