by Roxy Mews
Quinn thought about that and frowned.
“I’m dressed. No need to crane your neck to avoid my nudity any longer.”
Then his frown was aimed at me. “I wasn’t avoiding your nudity. I was attempting to be a gentleman.”
“I am not asking you for an orgasm. I find myself less aroused around you after your comments. I am simply more comfortable nude. My skin gets marks on it from clothing, and I try to abrade the surface as little as possible to ensure good maintenance.” I looked around. There really was nowhere for me to go and get out of his way.
“I guess I deserve that.” Quinn walked up to me and took my hands. “Coral, I didn’t mean what I said at the club like you think I did. I know you are not a pleasure bot. I was trying to tell myself it wasn’t right to want you like I do. I shouldn’t want to touch you as much as I do, and keeping my hands to myself is not easy when you feel so good beneath my fingers.”
Then my skin wasn’t quite as unresponsive to him.
“I am not that different from you. One organ does not make up a person.”
“Can we not talk about my genitals?”
“I meant your brain.”
Quinn looked back to the ceiling for a moment. “Sometimes for men it’s pretty much the same thing.”
“Your brain is in your genitals?”
Quinn let go of my hands and grabbed my face. The sensors didn’t care that I was upset with his assumptions and comments. My data collection seemed to go off the charts when he was near and my systems just shut down. I couldn’t gather any more input than his touch on my skin. I didn’t want to. There were a lot of things we should discuss, but Quinn didn’t want to talk about that until morning, and when his thumb brushed over my lower lip, all I wanted was his kiss.
“Coral, I don’t think you are malfunctioning. I think you have advanced beyond the mechanics you began with, and I want to be with you in all kinds of ways I shouldn’t.”
“What kind of ways? And why shouldn’t you be with me?” I found my internal cooling system failing at his words.
“You know any relationship between human and mechanics, other than that of possession, is illegal. I’m not usually one to break laws.” The iris mechanism in his eyes widened. He showed me more of himself with just a wind of a gear than I’d ever imagined could be viewed from a person. “You’re worth breaking laws for, Coral. You’re worth creating new ones for, and you’re worth running away from it all if we need to.”
Because my creation was documented, my identification paperwork listed me as a mechanical citizen. I was to be owned for the rest of my existence. I was an asset to be left to other humans in wills. I would never have the rights to be paid a salary, or given a chance to live on my own. That was just the way it was.
If Quinn believed me to be more than a mechanical being, if he believed that I had advanced beyond what was normal for a machine to do for itself, he was required by law to send me to the very place he had stolen me from today.
“You want to own me?”
“I want you to be human.”
“You shouldn’t want things that are impossible.” I pulled away from him before he caused my eyes to leak again. This was all Paisley’s fault. I knew I had begun to change, and I knew that I had the desire to be more and to experience more, but I never knew the pain when I would come so close to getting those things and have them ripped away.
“Coral, you are not just mechanics.” He cocked his head to the side and looked me up and down. “There is some kind of grey area between human and machine inside you. You’re straddling a line that I don’t think anyone understands is possible to straddle. I think I might be in that grey area with you.”
“What do you mean? You are human. Your birth gives you that status.”
“The way we come into this world is not something we control, Coral. I was born. I had a childhood and grew up. But after all the alterations to my body,” He pointed to his head, “and after all the equipment that had to be installed in my brain to run it, I don’t know if I can call myself human any longer.”
“Is that why your body is attracted to mine?”
“My body is attracted to yours because you’re sexy.”
There was no standard definition of sexy. There were no dimensions or quantifiable points that could be used to determine if someone was sexy. It was all in the eyes of the human using the word. I knew I met standard cultural norms for attractiveness, but it took more than that for someone to be sexy.
“Paisley told me that if a guy thinks you’re sexy it is because his body is responding to yours on a base level. On a level that is an evolutionary need to procreate. I cannot have offspring.”
“I can’t either. There was too much damage to that area of my body. Tubes tore, things burst. It was a very unpleasant thing, but I have come to terms with it.” Quinn pulled me towards him. “You are a bit of the reason I have.”
“What did I do?” I asked, because I seemed to have impacted this man on a very deep level. Usually the only help I offered someone was a clean towel and a scrubbed baseboard. To help someone with their life? That gave me a satisfaction that I had never felt from work. Whatever I did for him, I wanted to keep doing it, or do it again.
“You showed me the grey area.”
“The east wing?”
Quinn laughed. “No. You showed me that there is more than one way to be alive.”
Then he kissed me. His lips pressed against mine, and all my circuitry went haywire. His tongue slipped between my lips and he pressed it forward until we were both trying to caress the other harder.
Quinn was breathless when he pulled back. “I don’t have to temper myself with you. I’m stronger than a normal human, I am faster, and I have a bit less control at times. Mostly, when I’m around you.”
“Quinn, what’s going to happen to me? What are you planning on doing?”
He released my face. “You’re right. I shouldn’t try and use you to forget about what I need to do. We should talk before I…”
I am not skilled at reading emotions and intentions in humans. Paisley tried to educate me, even Miss Matilda attempted to explain certain emotional expressions to me. I never understood what people wanted from their faces. But here, in this cabin, I didn’t even need Quinn’s whole face to know what he wanted. I saw the desire in his eyes as the gears in his irises widened, and I recognized the need for physical contact. That was what I had portrayed in his room when I couldn’t help but want him to touch me.
I wanted to touch him, but I needed to know that I wasn’t touching someone who thought me just a machine. I didn’t think of myself as one anymore. Desire to be something more, desire to achieve a goal, even desire in itself was a human emotion. I had desire inside of me. It might not make me fully human by itself, but it made me human enough.
If Quinn wanted to touch me again, and I really wanted that, he needed to recognize that. Otherwise, when he touched my body he wouldn’t be giving me a gift, he would be taking advantage of one I gave him. Huh. I guess I did understand what he meant when he mentioned being taken advantage of.
“Am I human to you?” I looked at Quinn and he didn’t seem to be able to form words. “I will never be human to the rest of the world. I will never have the same existence as other people you will interact with. I know that.”
“Coral, I don’t even know if I am human anymore.” He pulled my body against his and he had an erection, but it was his arms that fascinated me. The way he held me wasn’t keeping me prisoner, it was as if he was clinging to me. It was like he needed me to hold him up. “I know that you make me feel more human than any person I have touched in the last decade. I don’t know what to do about that.”
“You could touch me again.”
“It’s so hard thinking differently than the very government I fought for. I’m going against some of t
he very laws I fought to protect.” He looked up at me and I could see that he was struggling. “I care about you, but I don’t know if I can be enough for you. I’m trying to find where I fall on this spectrum of humanity. If I let myself be with you in that way…I have to admit that you’re human, or that I’m not.”
“Why does the terminology matter if this is what we both want? And I really want to do this.” I let him consider my words. What if he was attempting to back out of sex and I was making this awkward? “But only if you want to have sex too.”
He apparently wanted to. Quinn’s lips found mine. Parts of his body seemed to move independently of his consciousness at times. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my hands. I could hear the faint click of his mechanics as he wrapped himself around me, and I could feel the hardness against my stomach. I wasn’t soft in very many places, but I wanted to feel that hardness in the one place I knew was soft for him.
I was getting wet again. It was attraction, it was arousal, and even though neither of us was human enough in many eyes to properly use the term, I thought it was damn sexy.
Suddenly his arms released me and he stepped back. I was about to argue, until he took off his shirt.
“You are so beautifully symmetrical.” I frowned as I looked down his body. “Except when you wear pants. Your penis is too big for your pants and you don’t look as symmetrical when you wear pants.”
Quinn smiled. Then he took off his pants.
His penis bounced against his stomach muscles before leveling itself my way. I reached forward and touched him. My hand wound around him and the feel beneath my fingers was fantastic. His skin felt soft and velvety, but beneath the surface was such hardness. I slid my fist back and forth over him and enjoyed the feeling of the dichotomy in my hand. It made him even harder beneath the skin, and I loved it.
Quinn’s hand grabbed mine. “Coral, you have to stop that.”
I frowned. “Why? I am enjoying it. I thought when a man’s penis becomes erect it means he is experiencing pleasure as well.”
“Coral, if I experience any more pleasure, I won’t be able to give you any.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.”
My confidence made Quinn smile. Then he made me let go of his penis and placed my hands down at my sides. “Can you keep your hands here for a minute? Or if you want to touch me, just keep them above my waist?”
“Of course. But I will get to touch your manhood again, right?”
Quinn groaned. “Fuck. Yes. But can you call it something else?”
I scrambled to find the words to please him. “Paisley calls them lots of things. I can start asking to stroke your cock instead. Is that more pleasurable for you?”
Quinn’s cock bobbed at my words. Did his cock just agree?
“It’s no wonder people haven’t asked you to expand your vocabulary. It makes you even sexier.”
Quinn found my talk about his body sexy? Very interesting data.
“So,” I definitely needed to test this theory. “If I were to say that I want your cock to slam into my pussy…if I were to tell you that I wanted you to fuck my body and make me come, would that increase your arousal?”
Quinn decided words were not needed any longer. And truly, they weren’t. His cock slapped his stomach with his sudden increase in blood flow. I knew that he was sexually excited by my words.
My line of sight was interrupted for a moment as Quinn slipped my shirt over my head. I hadn’t bothered with the bra. He kissed my neck. My sensors nearly exploded at the sudden increase of pleasurable sensations.
Then he began his descent to remove my pants. His lips kissed over my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, where my nipples distended almost to the point of pain, and down my stomach, until he pulled back to undo my button and zipper. The pants fell to the floor and I lifted my legs to get the offending garment off completely.
Before I could put my other leg back on the floor, Quinn placed it over his shoulder.
“Can I kiss you here, Coral?” With one hand on my ass to keep my core angled towards him, he used the other to trace his fingers up my thigh to the softening petals of my pussy.
“I want you to do more than kiss me.”
His fingers began a slow stroke. First he made long lazy passes against the outer lips, then he made shorter faster passes along the inner ones, then he slid two thick strong fingers inside me.
“I want to do more than kiss you too, and if the laws say this isn’t real emotion…well then it’s the laws that are wrong. Not this.”
I gripped his hair and made him look at me. I didn’t move his fingers, because although it was difficult to pull data, I was not malfunctioning near enough to want him to stop that.
“You saved me today. Even Paisley let me go. I understand that she couldn’t take down the guards, but it hurt to have her just watch me leave. I don’t hurt when you touch me like that, Quinn. I love the way it feels. I love the way my circuitry shuts down all but basic functions when you touch me.” It was amazing to have the only sensors that fired be the ones from my body.
When Quinn touched me, I felt more human than mechanics. I liked that.
“I want to have sex with you, Coral. Do you want that?” Quinn kept his fingers moving slowly in and out of me as he brought his thumb into the mix. That lovely flat padded digit began stroking circles over the tight bundle of nerves above my pussy.
“I want your cock inside me, Quinn.”
Testing out my theory that he enjoyed my more urbane vernacular worked. He forgot about asking permission for his touches and just took what he wanted. It appeared he wanted to give me another orgasm. I was very okay with that.
He leaned his head forward and his tongue replaced his thumb. He flicked it against my clit and used the change in angle to add another finger to my pussy. My channel clamped down on his digits as I felt the delicious warmth of pleasure build in my body. Quinn wouldn’t let me keep him out. He spread his fingers while inside me and began a twisting motion. He stretched me.
I was about to ask him what he was doing, but when I looked down at his naked body, I remembered how wide his cock was. He needed room. If giving me an orgasm was how he intended to fit properly inside me, who was I to argue?
My eyes rolled back into their sockets as he forgot about stretching me and hooked his fingers inside me. Pleasure bloomed when he flicked back and forth against my inner walls. His tongue increased in speed and his fingers thrust harder.
My nipples peaked at all the sensations and I pinched the tips between my fingers. Looked like I had found another pleasure button. I rolled the hardened points, and pleasure raced down my body. Quinn looked up and watched me.
I always thought a human’s eyes stayed the same color, but in that moment, I understood what was meant by the phrase “darkened with desire”. Quinn’s eyes deepened and he groaned his pleasure against my pussy.
He began that beautiful double tonguing technique and the orgasm washed over my body. I was grateful for Quinn’s hand holding me up because the rush of pleasure had my balance unstable.
“I really enjoyed that, Quinn.”
“Wait until you get to experience the main event.” Quinn bounced his eyebrows up and down.
“Why would you make me wait?” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up against me. “You said we could have sex. I want to have sex now. Please, Quinn. Don’t deny me now.”
“I didn’t mean you would have to wait long. If you would stop jumping to conclusions, I could get you to the bed where it would be much easier to jump your bones.”
“I don’t have bones.”
“Coral.”
My name left his lips on a frustrated sigh. Quinn was done explaining what was going to happen. He kissed me again, and his body pressed fully against mine as he walked me backwards. The backs of my knees hit the bed and h
e shoved me down.
My breasts bounced at the impact, and I was reminded of how it felt to make them bounce while I danced. Men loved watching me dance. Were they imagining my breasts bouncing in bed like this?
The idea that other men found me attractive made me feel good. The idea that I was with Quinn and experiencing something that I never thought possible for me felt incredible.
I locked my limbs. I…felt…incredible. Felt. Like a real emotion. I truly was malfunctioning.
“Coral? Are you okay?”
Quinn had noticed I stopped moving. He had noticed I stopped bouncing.
“I’m malfunctioning.”
“We talked about this. You are experiencing something very natural.” Quinn spread my legs and I felt the wetness slick against my pussy.
That was the experience he was talking about. He meant what I was experiencing physically was normal. And it felt normal. It felt natural as he stroked me. It felt good as he lined up the head of his cock against my wet pussy. It was nothing like the feeling of him joining his body with mine.
I stopped trying to analyze my malfunction. If I shut down or did something wrong Quinn would help me. He valued me in a way the rest of the palace didn’t. Whether he really cared for me, or I simply made him feel like he was more human by comparison…as he started to thrust in and out of my body and I felt that pressure inside me build, I was able to let all of the analytics go.
“Coral. Coral, say you like this.”
But I couldn’t speak. I had to show him I wanted this because he would stop if he didn’t think I wanted it. I wrapped my legs around his hips and locked my ankles at the top of his ass. I used his momentum and thrust him against me harder. His balls slapped my ass. His pelvis ground against my clit.
I grabbed the comforter I was laying on and held on as everything zeroed in on that little bundle of nerves that I never gave thought to before Quinn came along. Then the sensation erupted. My skin felt like it would melt the metal inside me as an orgasm exponentially more powerful than the last burned through me.