Chapter 6
SIX
FRANKENSTEIN
Self-repair complete. Control chip unavailable.
I came back to awareness lying on the bed next to Carla.
She had insisted I lay down next to her while I healed, a choice that suddenly made sense as I took in her rapid breathing.
I opened my eyes, seeing both the screen and the side of her face as she stared at it in rapt attention, sitting upright, her flushed skin accented by the way she bit her lip and leaned forward, the writhing bodies on the screen holding her full attention.
The soft rhythmic sound of flesh moving together, the way she shifted to press her legs together, the way she breathed in as the female on the screen trilled out, arching her back as the male responded to her trills by increasing the speed at which he thrust into her.
I recognized the scene, as I had seen it before, but never with my biological suppression off.
The show she had chosen was a slow romance set over many episodes and seasons, and the episode she was on appeared to be after the characters had agreed to mate, something that hadn't made much sense to me before now.
Now the sight of it sent a zing of excitement through me.
Carla moved her arm, and I realized that she had slid her own hand inside her clothing and was touching herself.
There was a strange surge of heat through me that was abnormal, a stiffening between my legs, and I realized I shouldn't stay quiet.
"Would you like me to assist with your pleasure?" I asked. "I can lick you while you watch the scene."
Carla let out a scream and lunged sideways, falling off the bed.
"You're finally awake! It's been days!" she gasped out as I sat up. The show paused automatically. I'd set up the media screen to respond to gestures and be controllable by gaze to make it simple for her to operate it.
"Yes, repairing bone lengthens the repair cycle, but I am finished now," I said.
She flushed a rosy color. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have been... I didn't... I'm sorry, that was inexcusable. I shouldn't have been doing that in the same room as you."
"Pleasuring yourself?" I asked, and the color in her cheeks deepened.
"I am very happy you are tending to your mental well-being and feel no offense or negativity at you doing so while next to me.
If you want to continue, I would love to assist you in your pleasure, or if that isn't wanted, I can sit quietly while you finish or leave the room if you prefer privacy. "
"Do you actually want to... assist?" she asked, her eyes glancing at the screen where two of my origin species were frozen in the act of mating. "What does that mean exactly?"
"I would use my hands and mouth to bring you to the peak of your pleasure as many times as you like while you watch the show," I said.
"You wouldn't get too turned on?" she asked, her voice breathy. "You wouldn't get so excited by me that you would want to... copy the whole scene?"
"My biological suppression can prevent any arousal on my part," I said.
I should have activated the suppression already the moment I felt my mating appendage respond to the awareness of her arousal, but it hadn't occurred to me to do so. Normally, that was an automated function that the control chip handled. I would have to trigger it manually.
Her lips twitched downward in a pout, triggering a green box to pop up around the expression.
Disappointment.
I didn't understand the emotion reading in the context of the conversation.
Why would she be disappointed? I quickly pulled the plot description of the episode she was watching, reviewing the scene in question in minute detail.
In it, the male and female characters were adamant they were only friends and would never be anything more, then ended up sharing one bed for reasons that were primarily because they wanted to share a bed and both came up with overly contrived reasons for why that had to happen.
The female expressed tension, and the male offered to relieve that with his hands, phrasing it as a joke so she could reject it without tension but making his intentions clear with his tone.
She took him up on it, saying something similar to what Carla had just said to me, about him being sure he wouldn't get too turned on.
The male made it clear that if she turned him on doing that, he would aggressively mount her as he would not have control over his mating instinct, so she should be sure that was what she wanted first. The female character leaned back up against him, and as he stroked her, she rubbed up against him in a manner that was certain to turn him on, and then they mated in an enthusiastic manner.
Did she say words similar to the show because she wanted to mate with me?
The thought sent another spike of heat through me, causing my mating appendage to swell further.
The idea of experiencing a mating instinct, experiencing mating, was extremely attractive to me, not just because it would be something new, but because it would be with Carla.
She was an attractive woman, and the fact that she was willing to step forward and save me from the Vaurelcar, mere moments after I told her the horrors I was responsible for, made her all the more attractive.
She knew the worst of me, and she accepted me for it.
"I could also not engage my biological suppression," I said, trying to think of a way to match the show but also establish that this was exactly what she wanted. "If I did that, I would have no control over my mating instinct. I would inevitably mount you in an aggressive manner."
She swallowed, her eyes going wide as she stared up at me from where she remained kneeling on the floor next to the bed.
She didn't say anything, just stared at me with those huge, wide eyes.
She wasn't speaking, so I couldn't be sure.
I needed her to take action.
I spread my legs and patted the space between them.
"Sit here if you wish me to take control of this scenario and perform the actions you watched on the screen while you watch them," I said. "I will rewind the scene to the beginning and follow along with it."
She didn't hesitate as she climbed up onto the bed and sat down between my legs, leaning back against my chest.
The heat of her back against my skin made me feel delirious, and I grabbed her hips and pulled her back more firmly, so she could feel the hard length of my mating appendage press up against her back.
I increased the sensitivity of my nerve receptors and ran my hands up her back, feeling her relax as my fingers trailed along the outside of the cloth, until I came to the bottom edge of her shirt.
"This is just getting in the way," the male on the screen said as his claws dug into the bottom of the female's top. "Let me help you out of it."
He ripped it off her, the fabric tearing as the female gasped in delight.
I paused the scene, as I didn't want to rush through this part.
I was almost entirely certain that Carla wished to mate with me, but at the same time, that could be my unsuppressed biological urges making assumptions based on my own desires.
It was important to go slow, to allow the space for her mind to either settle into the choice or make a new one.
"I will remove your shirt now," I said.
"Okay," Carla said in a hushed whisper.
I carefully lifted the edge of her shirt, my fingers trailing along her bare skin, feeling over the edges of her ribs and along the curve of her chest. She arched her back as I touched her there, so instead of continuing, I slid my hands fully under her shirt, cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling the smooth skin against my callused palms. She let out a soft moan as my fingers rubbed over her peaks, so I repeated the gesture, over and over again, varying in pressure, sometimes moving my fingers closer together to roll those peaks in between them.
Her breath came faster, and the scent of her arousal thickened in the air.
"Play the scene," she murmured, and I realized I had gotten ahead of the scenario, so I set it playing again.
The male began to massage the female, his hands sliding liberally all over her body as she twitched and moaned. His hands moved to her chest, rubbing her there, and she shifted her hips back, arching her back to rub her rear up against the male.
As the female on the screen did that, Carla copied, arching her back so that her rear rubbed against the tight heat between my legs.
It was maddening.
It was easy to see why biological suppression was an essential part of controlling units.
This sensation of lust, desire, mixed in with a need to protect and possess her, to shield her from the world and provide for her every desire, it all centered on an urgent, undeniable need to be inside of her, to be one with her, to fill her with my seed and to dedicate my life to worshiping her body.
No amount of mind control could combat that undeniable urge.
The only way to stop the influence was to remove it entirely.