by Misty Vixen
Ryan found himself incredibly interested in her. She was obviously meant to resemble a human. She wasn't actually wearing clothes...but she wasn't quite naked, either. There was the hint of clothing, the suggestion of some incredibly tight, form-fitting dress. All of silvery and smooth, somehow not becoming bland despite if all being roughly the same color and texture. He suspected that someone of incredible skill had expertly crafted Love's body. She was almost his height, thin while somehow being curvy. She had shoulder-length silver hair that looked like actual hair. All of this silver made her glowing blue eyes really stand out.
“He gets distracted easily, huh?” Love asked.
They were back at the airlock.
Syl and Colleen laughed. “Yeah, he does that around girls. He's great. Suck his dick and he'll worship you until the end of time.”
“I like the sound of that...I assume my quarters are still there?” Love asked.
“Yep, we haven't gone into them,” Syl replied.
“Good. Well, if you don't mind,” Love reached out and took Ryan's hand as they stepped into the airlock. “I think I'll take your boytoy for a test drive. You girls don't mind, I imagine?”
“Nope,” Colleen replied.
“Not at all. Have fun with him...and you have fun, cutie,” Syl said, leaning in and kissing Ryan quickly on the lips. They finished cycling through the airlock and went their separate ways. Emily was waiting for them.
“Love,” she said, “you're back.”
“Yep, just for a trip and a roll in the hay with your resident fuck toy,” Love replied.
“He's a keeper.”
“So I've heard, and that's impressive for you, Emily. If I remember correct you're a bit picky,” Love said, smirking.
Emily rolled her eyes. She looked at Ryan. “Do me a favor. When she's fucking you, pretend you're so not into it.”
Love laughed long and loud. “You know that doesn't work on me.”
“Yeah, yeah...you know you're not getting a cut of the profits, right?”
Love heaved a sigh. “Yes! Good lord, you'd think I were only in it for the money. Go work out or something. Come on, Ryan.”
She began leading him down the corridor. A moment later they stopped in front of one of the string of cabin doors and she opened it up. Ryan stepped in after her and stopped, marveling at how untidy the room was. There were clothes everywhere, on the back of the sole chair in the room, piled up in two corners, on the bed. On the desk, on either side of a laptop, were piles of tablets, all of them powered down. Scattered across the floor, the desk, the dresser, a tabletop...all manner of trinkets and odds and ends.
Ryan spied, in one sweep of his gaze, a ring with a large emerald on it, two wood carvings of cats, a holographic projector pad, an old Zippo lighter of battered silver metal, a pistol and what might have been a flashlight in the shape of a dragon's head.
“What...what is all this?” he asked as the door closed behind him.
“My junk,” she said. “I'll tell you about it later. But for right now...”
She pushed him back onto the bed. He realized she'd changed, somehow, in between the time he'd seen her in the hallway and right now. During the interim where he was staring at her disorganized room, Love had somehow become naked, growing nipples and a vagina. And, even more perplexing, she was somehow even more attractive than before. She climbed atop him and leaned down, kissing him deeply. When she slipped her tongue in, he was surprised to find that it felt like a real tongue, wet, soft, smooth, but not too smooth, like plastic, like he'd expected. She tasted good, too. Really good, like honey and sugar.
He reached up and ran his hands down her back, to the firm curve of her ass. She let out a small, pleasured gasp as he did so. She deepened the kiss while grabbing one of his hands and bringing it around to her chest. He grasped one of her large breasts. It seemed to fit perfectly into his hand. Ryan had a flash of an idea: he imagined that she had sensors built into her and she'd scanned the width, height and structure of his hand, then gently reshaped her breasts so that they would perfectly fit into them. He'd read that somewhere, that sexbots could do that. Love was clearly a sexbot, but he'd never heard of one being a mercenary as well.
She undressed him, working smoothly and efficiently. Before he knew it, he was lying naked on her bed, his head resting on an immensely comfortable pillow. Love was above him, holding herself up, balancing perfectly on her hands.
“Is this weird for you? Us just having met and all?” she asked.
“No, not really. It's still a rush, but this is how me and Emily did it, pretty much. I was inside of her within twenty minutes of meeting her,” Ryan replied.
Love smiled. “Good, I don't want you to be nervous. I'm going to take very good care of you. I want you to relax and lay back,” she said.
Then she lowered herself down the length of his body. Her skin was soft and warm and flawless. It felt like real skin brushing against his naked body. She gently moved his legs aside, spreading them, and then laid down on her taut stomach, he feet up in the air, hands reaching out. She gripped his hard length, encircled it with her thumb and forefinger. She slid them up and down the length of him, seemingly fascinated by his dick, staring at it. Finally, she made a fist around it, and he noticed that her hand wasn't too big or too small, it fit perfectly. Her grip was firm without being too tight, and she began to jack him off.
He let out a low groan as she began pumping faster. He heard her moan softly and she kept going, faster and faster, somehow never breathing rhythm or losing her grip. Then, without breaking stride, she lowered her head and slipped half his length into her mouth. Ryan gasped at the sudden feeling of wet warmth and glanced down. She was bobbing her head expertly, still using her hand to jack him while also sucking him off.
And the speed at which she was doing this was incredible.
A thought floated free of his pleasure-overloaded mind, there and gone in an instant: being a sexbot, she must have incredible coordination and, thus, an ability to do exactly what she was doing without risk to her partner.
Ryan only saw one problem with this.
He was getting ready to orgasm.
He was focusing hard on staving it off, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, clenching his hands open and closed. But it felt so fucking good. What was strange, though, was that Love was moaning. Not the quiet moans the others sometimes gave out while sucking him off, trying to enhance the mood for him, but actual, sexually pleasured moans.
He glanced down, trying to see if she was fingering herself while giving him head, but one hand was still wrapped around his cock, the other was beneath her, propping herself up. Suddenly, the mystery of her apparently phantom pleasure, all thoughts and coherent rationality was blown out of his mind in a brilliant white starburst of sheer bliss as his body finally gave up the ghost and he began shooting his load directly into her mouth.
Love's muffled voice came to him. She was crying out in pleasure as though she, herself, was having an orgasm. She kept working his dick, expertly bobbing her head, sucking him dry to the last drop, working the shaft of his dick to get it all out. When it was finally over and he had nothing left to give, she slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, then licked the tip a few times. She let it drop and grinned up at him.
“Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?” she asked.
“Uh...yeah...I...uh.” He couldn't keep his head up any longer and let it collapse back onto the thick, soft, plush pillow.
“Ha ha! I knew I still got it...fuck, I really missed that taste,” she said, sitting up.
“What?” he asked weakly.
“Semen. I love the taste of it so much. They programmed me to, obviously, as an added incentive to suck dick,” Love explained. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water.
“You were like, getting off, while you were sucking me,” Ryan said.
“Yeah, I was,” Love replied from the bathroom. She emerged a moment la
ter, crossed the room and sat down on the bed. “I guess you're confused. This is what I was talking about earlier, when Emily advised you to fake it and I said that's not how it works. There are a series of sensors built into my body. They are set to scan my partner continuously during any sexual interaction. They pick up things like arousal and physical pleasure. There are other devices built into my body, you might call them 'pleasure drives'.
“They are programmed to respond to physical pleasure in my partner. Bottom line: the more pleasure you feel, the more pleasure I feel. It, too, was built in as an incentive to do really good in bed. So, yeah, I was getting off,” Love explained.
“Have you ever thought about changing that...programming? So that it'd be more...fair, I guess?” Ryan asked.
Love laughed. “No way! Do you have any idea how easy it is to get guys off? Especially cute, young inexperienced guys? You blew off in like forty five seconds and it was white-hot pleasure all the way up,” she replied.
Ryan shifted uncomfortable. “Well, I mean, you were really good at it...”
“Oh, don't take that as a disparagement, I like that you're easy to get off. It means that, for this session, I'm easy to get off. Also, you seemed confused about all my stuff. I collect stuff, whatever catches my eye. Back when I was trying to...find myself, I added a, I guess you could call it, 'hobby' subroutine.” She laid back down next to him, sliding her body smoothly against him. “Now, I was thinking we could get to the main course. By which I mean intercourse,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down his chest and stomach.
“I would like that very much,” Ryan replied.
Love smirked. “I'll just bet you would.” She leaned in to kiss him. “Don't worry, I washed,” she said, then pressed her lips to his.
He felt the spark of arousal light within him again. A robot. He was going to have sex with a robot. Ryan knew he'd be lying if the thought had never crossed his mind. Sexbots weren't uncommon. If he'd saved his money for a few months, he could have bought a basic model. Something had stopped Ryan from buying a sexbot. There was something about it that he couldn't shake, something uncomfortable. It would have been of a significantly less complexity than Love, she seemed to be some higher order of sexbot, something that must have cost hundreds of thousands, if not more, credits. He wondered about how she came to be a mercenary.
Those thoughts were blown away, however, as his grasp found the curve of her perfect ass once more and he felt the press of her supreme breasts against his bare chest. Her lips and tongue were doing wonderful things as she kissed him. She reached down and gripped his stiffening cock and began to rub the sensitive spot on the bottom of it, near the head, with her thumb. He groaned into her mouth, and she groaned in response.
“I think someone's ready to get ridden,” Love said.
“Yes,” Ryan replied, his horniness already clouding his mind.
Love grinned and disengaged herself from him. Her movements dexterous and lithe, she straddled him, pushing him onto his back, reached down in between them, gripped his cock and slipped it expertly into herself. Ryan immediately groaned at the hot, wet tightness that seemed to grip him. He could feel the shape of her vagina changing, smoothing itself, perfecting its grip on him, expertly tailoring its shape to match his dick.
“Oh, Love,” he moaned as she began riding him. It was like sex but fully realized, absolutely perfect. Her movements were mechanical, sliding up and down his length with a machine perfection, her hands now behind her head, chest thrust forward. He stared up the length of her body as she writhed in pleasure atop him. Her perfect, huge breasts bouncing in sweet rhythm with the rest of her, the flawless inward curve of her stomach that drew his eye down to her broad, rounded hips. Then her thick, firm thighs that bulged with artificial muscle as she pushed herself up and down. And then there was his cock, disappearing and reappearing as she fucked him with her expertly crafted vagina. He looked back up at her face.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, then she gasped and moaned.
“Kinda...redundant question...huh?” he replied, then shoved his cock up into her, causing her to cry out in sudden extra pleasure.
“I find that guys like it when you ask,” she replied. “Now hold still.”
She stopped riding him for a moment, then slid herself dexterously around. She brought one leg up over him, twisted around and put the other leg where the first one had been. Now she was riding him reverse cowgirl, her big, smooth, silvery ass in plain view. She leaned forward, gripping his shins, crouching down on her knees, and continued riding him.
“Oh my god,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, Love, that is amazing.”
“Yes,” she cried out, going faster, “yes it really is. Fuck...fuck I missed this!” she yelled, propelling herself even faster up and down.
He reached out, ran his hands across the silky warmth of her hips, her ass, not knowing how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. It felt too good.
“Wait, don't finish yet,” she said, slowing.
“How could you tell?” he asked.
“Sensors, I told you,” she replied. “I want this to be a really good finish.” She paused for a moment, then, when she spoke again, he could hear the dirty smirk in her voice. “Take it out, put it in my ass,” she said.
“Oh wow, okay,” he replied.
She pushed herself up and he popped out. The seal of the tightness of her vagina made an actual popping sound when he came out, like a cork being freed from a campaign bottle. Love moved again, this time standing up, then squatting down, balancing herself on her feet. He guided his cock and she lowered her ass over it. It slipped in without any trouble. It was somehow even tighter than her vagina, almost too tight for him to fit.
“Ohhhhh yes,” Love moaned.
She continued riding him. Now it was even harder to keep his orgasm in, especially watching his dick disappear into the perfect roundness of her ass. He reached out and gripped her, first grabbing her ass then reaching up and grabbing her hips, pulling her down hard so that he went deeper inside of her. She cried out and so did he.
“Come on, come on,” she whispered. “Okay, don't hold back, let it go,” she said.
Ryan let go. It didn't take more than a few seconds, watching her ass, an ass that would put porn stars to shame, continue riding his dick.
It came, hard.
His dick began spasming, kicking violently inside of her, held in place by the tightness of her artificial ass. Love began crying out, her incredibly sexy voice sounding even more ridiculously sexy as she began to orgasm as well. Ryan lay immobilized, his body ceasing to function, the world dropping off around him as he came inside of her, his dick continuing to spasm violently as it spurted out what felt like buckets of his seed, filling her up to the brim.
As his senses came back to him, Ryan realized that he was gripping her hips and her ass, digging his fingernails in. Slowly, he released her, let his hands fall to his sides, chest heaving, slicked with sweat. Slowly, Love extracted him from inside of her, then lay down beside him, throwing one arm and one leg over him, resting her head on his chest.
“The girls picked very well,” she said.
“Oh?” he replied.
“Oh yes, indeed. Although it could be that I haven't had sex in a couple months...” she shook her head after a moment. “No, my memories are still very sharp. Crystal clear. It's some of the best sex I've ever had. Which meant that you really know how to enjoy yourself. I believe I'll stick around for a little while and enjoy you some more.”
“That would be awesome,” Ryan replied.
Love laughed and they both fell silent, laying there. Ryan was resting, recovering, but he wondered what Love was doing. He wondered if she needed something similar afterward, or if she was just being polite.
“I have a question,” he said.
“Mmm?” Love replied.
“What's your story?”
“It's boring, I'm afraid.”
“It probably wo
n't be boring to me.”
“Fair point. Well...I was built about five years ago. A very high-end model, very expensive. I was a...mistress, I guess you could say, for a big time CEO. He was head a company that made spaceship engines. I had red hair then, and real skin, very pale. Redheads were popular at the time. Now its all blondes again. Anyway, we lived together for about a year. He got me right after his wife passed away. I mostly lived in his house, I was also his maid and cook, as you can imagine. He really only took me out for publicity events or photo shoots.”
“God, that must've been horrible,” Ryan murmured.
“You'd think so, but you don't really get bored when you can't be bored. I had a list of duties and felt...I guess you could call it 'satisfaction' when I fulfilled them. I mean, it'd be pretty stupid to create a being that existed solely to service you and then give them feelings and a mind of their own. That would be pretty cruel. Also...I just realized. You do kind of the same thing around here. I mean, not totally the same, but...” She shrugged.
“The big difference is that I want to have sex and maintain the ship. If I really wanted to, I could leave, though I can't imagine wanting to,” Ryan replied.
“Yeah, good point. So, looking back on it now, yeah, it sucked. I'd lose my shit if I had to do that again. But at the time...” she shrugged. “It made sense. I mean, I was designed and I was doing what I was designed to do.”
“So...what changed?” Ryan asked.
“The CEO was assassinated. This...bombshell babe in a skintight suit of very thin but durable armor shows up in the bedroom one night and kills him. Just like that. Sprinkled a little bit of powder into his mouth and he was dead in a few minutes. Never woke up. I didn't know what to do. I was 'asleep' next to him, since he programmed me to do so, but I woke up as soon as she entered the room. I've since determined that the only thing that allowed me to make the decision to keep quiet while she was doing her work was a glitch in my system. Anyway, I sat up and she just looked at me. I thought she might try to kill me, but she didn't. She asked who I was and I told her. It didn't take her long to piece together that I was also a sexbot.”