Chapter 9 #5
Her rebellion isn’t real, I realize as I feel her not only relax under me, but into her fucking.
She wants this as badly as she has ever wanted anything.
Her provocations are designed to make me react; her refusal to stay in bed, her chatting from the hand of the Fematrix, all carefully designed to agitate me just enough to show her that I am indeed in control of her.
I wonder how out of control she felt when she was inside the machine, how free she was, but how lonely that freedom probably felt.
She has tasted power, but she does not want to remain centered in it. She has asked, the only way she knows how, for me to strip her of it, even when she was in the palm of it.
“You can have the ear and the heart of the machine,” I tell her.
“You can experience creation in ways no human ever has. But that does not mean I will allow you to disobey me. You’re mine because I love you.
And what happened to you inside that machine should never have happened.
I intend to keep you safe from now on. And if that means keeping you by my side, a long way from this place, then that is what I will do.
There is nothing more important than you, Evie. Nothing.”
She quivers around me as I hold myself deep inside her, murmuring these words into her ear. I can feel her inner walls gripping me tight, clenching as she tries to listen and fails because all she really wants right now is the physical release she cannot quite get to while being held still.
“You’re going to come for me,” I tell her. “You’re going to come with this tight ass and pussy impaled on my cocks, aren’t you?”
She makes a little whimpering sound of assent.
I thought so. This orgasm-chasing creature can think of nothing else because that is how she was made.
She was created to be fucked, and claimed, and to experience brief periods of intense submission followed by…
I growl softly as I understand her rebellion will return.
There is nothing I can do to stop it, and there might not be anything I did if I could.
Gripping her hips, I swing her around atop me and lie beneath her, holding her on top of me as I draw her up and down along both my cocks, simultaneously using her tender holes with slower strokes that force her to learn a little more patience.
The sight of her writhing above me, her naked body soft and round and so much smaller than mine, but taking me regardless because she needs me, moves me.
I use one of my free hands to stimulate the little button of her clit.
It is the one feature of her body that is truly so much like a machine.
With firm pressure and constant circles lubricated by the juices of her needy cunt, I activate her orgasmic sequence.
I see the flushing of her face and chest, the ripening of her nipples, which gain their own attention from two more of my hands.
I feel her body contract, all the muscles in her tender frame acting to support this wicked chemical reaction taking place inside her.
The air is thick with pheromones as she gives herself to me with the most darling surrender I have ever witnessed.
I adore the blush on her cheeks as she rides me to completion, the brightness in her eyes, the way every part of her seems soft and perfect and given entirely to me.
“Mine,” I remind her. “Mine forever.”
She is getting closer to that release that always betrays her darkest desires, all the impulses she struggles to contain within herself. The parts of her she wants to hide because she thinks nobody will be able to hold them. But I can, and I will.
“There is nothing you can do that will ever make me stop wanting you,” I growl against her lips, pulling her closer, making the contact so intimate it feels as though she and I are becoming much the same thing, merging as she did with the machine, but even more primally.
“You can rebel. You can steal. You can disobey. You can fly to fucking Earth and set interstellar relations back thousands of years. You can be as perfectly terrible in all your adorably human ways, and I will still want this, and you.”
I emphasize my words with the torturous play of my fingers demanding her orgasm, my cocks stretching her so wide she can barely take it even after all this time.
She will always be at her limits when she is with me and I will always be the one holding her in place, reveling in her sweetness, breeding her pussy, building a new life with her among the stars.
“What do you say, hmmm?” I cup her chin with one hand and make her look at me in the eyes as I fuck and toy her pussy toward an orgasm that is already leaving her breathless and shaking, her body slaked in sweat, her ass bouncing on my cock with every rough thrust.
“Yours,” she wails as she collapses into climax, giving me what I have wanted from her from the very moment I met her. This glimmer of submission, this little admission that comes from the very fucking core of her and will stay with us both as long as we live.
The End