Hariette #3
“It would be more—invasive,” he admits. There’s a grumbling vibration, and something moves under my ass, prodding at me experimentally.
I shift, glancing between my legs, where a thick metal rod has grown from his groin. It’s warm, with textured bulbs along the shaft.
“It is based on a collection of the best selling erotic toys I could find throughout the cyberspace. But I can make modifications if you like.”
“You want to use that to extract biomatter?” I almost choke.
“There are other ways to perform the experiment. But I believe we would both prefer this method.” His voice has that same steady, rolling purr.
I can’t help smiling. “You would enjoy using that?”
“Bringing you more pleasure would bring me pleasure.”
“But—” I swallow hard. “You’ll have a good time?”
“I will have an extremely good time.” His eyes blaze red, his hand already creeping up my thigh again. Leaving tender touches and small tickling movements that heat up my skin.
I’m squirming in his lap, ready and eager, but he takes his time, still exploring my body in new ways. Touching the curve of my neck, the slope of my breast, slipping his smooth piece between my legs.
The hard press of him teases right at my entrance. He stays there, dragging himself back and forth through my wetness until I’m squirming and desperate for more.
He groans and twists his hips. Tilting me to get better access until I’m face down and ass up while he prods gently and then slides in completely.
I can barely speak. He’s so thick, but isn’t too rough.
Carrying a steady pushing rhythm, he pumps into me, slapping my ass against his metal hips.
I manage to beg him for more, needing that hard insistence.
He increases the pressure and the strength until he’s shuddering above me, finally pulling my hips back against him one last time.
Growling deep in his chest as the thick metal inside me pulses.
Vibrating and growing until I’m coming around him again, a wordless scream into the dirt.
His hand strokes along my spine in a soothing pattern, while we’re both panting, heated and spent. He collects me again, pulling me closer and tucking my back against his body.
I finally roll in his grip to see his face again. Putting my hand to it.
His eyes lock on mine, and his hands keep a firm grip on my hips as his appearance changes. Metal melts into skin. Limbs shrink and morph shape. Hair grows where hair should grow. The dangling rod between his thighs reduces. Until I’m in the arms of a human man.
Or something that looks like a human man.
With deep olive skin and black curly hair. Maybe it should be gross or scary, but seeing the way that he changes and moves almost feels more intimate than the act we just performed.
“Doug…” I say his name quietly. His appearance is so convincing this time that I would never believe he was a vehicle a few hours ago.
“Harriette.” His voice is more human but maintains a deep rumble in it that reminds me of an engine purring.
Running my hands over his chest, digging my fingers into his hair. It all feels so…real. So different. He’s absolutely beautiful, but I almost miss the other part of him.
“This is what you look like now?”
“Disappointed?” He chuckles and presses his forehead against mine.
“No. Never.”
“Now that I have accrued the biomatter necessary, I can change any time I like.” He stands, lifting me in his arms like I weigh nothing. Holding me like something precious he doesn’t want to let go. “I can find a new shape that you find more pleasing.”
“I find this very pleasing,” I assure him.
His eyes scan my torso, flashing red. “But you would enjoy experimenting with other shapes.”
My cheeks heat. “I think we both would like that.”
“Yes. I would enjoy finding many ways to please you,” he states matter-of-factly, moving us toward the locked fence.
He shifts my weight to one arm and reaches the other between the gates, wrapping his hand around the lock. He snaps the metal in two and the chain falls to the ground and pushes the gate open with a bare foot.
“Wait! You can’t go out there naked!” I insist, wiggling out in his grip until I can get my feet on the ground.
I rearrange my own clothing until I’m appropriately dressed.
Then in a moment of desperation, I grab a drop cloth and wrap it around his waist, hiding the very interesting appendage from any prying eyes.
“Where are you going?” I ask. “Where will you—stay?”
He shrugs casually. “I don’t mind parking here, in the construction area.”
“What? You can’t stay here.” I scoff. “I mean—wouldn’t you be more comfortable inside?”
“I would like that very much, Artificer.” He tips down and presses his lips to mine. Soft and warm, but firmly insistent. The kiss of a man who knows who he is, and what he wants.
His first kiss as a human.
“You’re coming home with me,” I inform him.
He grins in agreement.
I herd him into the passenger side of my truck and drive us to my apartment.
My heart skips a beat as we step over the threshold. It’s mostly empty. I haven’t had much time to buy new furniture or make it look like anyone lives here. There’s a cheap futon, with my laptop beside it for watching TV. I snag an empty pizza box and shove it into the overflowing trash.
“This is pretty much it.” I gesture to the space. It’s messy and sparse. But Doug grins like an idiot as he looks around my incredibly humble abode.
“I am grateful you allow me this intimacy to be in your living quarters.” He stands in the middle of the room like a golden god with his perfectly curved muscular body. Looking out of place amongst my cheap second hand scraps of furniture.
“I might take a shower,” I admit, feeling disgusting next to him. And when I come back and I’ll clean my apartment so I’m less embarrassed to have this absolute unit in my living space. “If you don’t mind waiting a moment.”
“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, what’s a few more minutes?” Doug’s eyes flash that bright red again.
I head to my bathroom and scrub myself clean two or three times over. I don’t regret anything we did today, but it takes three shampoos to get my hair clean again. If I came that many times while I was muddy and uncomfortable, imagine how much fun we’ll have in my bed.
If he’s interested in doing those things with me again.
I wrap my hair in one towel and my body in another and step back into the living room.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, still shaking water from my ears. “I think there’s frozen pizza or—do you eat?”
“I consume ethanol, minerals, and the materials to replace my basic elements.”
I barely hear his words. He’s standing in the middle of a clean apartment. I’m staring mouth agape.
“What happened here?” I can’t help asking.
The dishes are washed, the laundry is folded, the surfaces are clean and wiped down.
He’s even neatly folded his drop cloth and placed it near the front door.
He’s stark naked in the middle of my kitchen, a damp sponge in one hand, a dish towel in his other.
“I cleaned.” He beams broadly. It might be the hottest a man has ever looked in the history of humanity. Are cleaning supplies my kink?
“You didn’t need to do that,” I say quickly. Guilt brews in my stomach, this is my house, and my mess. I shouldn’t need him, or anyone else, to clean it for me.
“It needed to be done.” He shrugs. “I thought it would make you happy. Does it not make you happy?”
“No, no! You’re amazing. It looks great,” I admit. I’ve never had a man clean like this before. Certainly not without my explicit instruction.
“Would you like me to make the frozen pizza in the freezer? I also found the ingredients there for a vegetable soup.”
“Did you?” I step into the kitchen and open the fridge. It’s cleaned and organized too. “Marry me,” I mutter.
His brows pull together. “Gear Shifters do not normally perform such commitment ceremonies, but I will happily dedicate myself to you for the rest of our lives.”