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by Eric Vall


  Hannah bit her lip and gasped as I entered her somewhat abruptly, but I slowed down when she let out a slight whimper. Then I continued on at a snail’s pace until I bottomed out inside of the beautiful woman, all while she bit her lip seductively.

  “You alright?” I asked. “I don’t want to push you too far.”

  “Yessssss,” Hannah moaned. “I-I do not want you to stop doing that.”

  Instructions received, loud and clear.

  I gradually pulled out of the android until all that remained inside of her was the tip of my cock, and then I reversed the motion and started all over again. Hannah’s pussy lips and velvet walls were amazingly tight around my erection, and that, combined with the sight of her amazing breasts and the sounds of pleasure that came from her mouth, made my dick feel like it was made of titanium.

  “Did it--Did it just get bigger?” the blue-haired woman groaned.

  I didn’t answer. Instead, I lifted Hannah’s legs up so her calves were against my chest and thrusted myself in as deep as I could go.

  The android tossed her hand over her mouth as a moan as loud as a jet engine escaped it, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

  I saw she was enjoying this position, so I increased the speed of my thrusts so I was pounding her like a fucking primal animal.

  The hairline fracture in my leg was screaming in pain, but there was no way I was going to stop. Not when I had this perfect woman taking in my entire cock while her wonderful breasts bounced in unison with my motions.

  “W-Wait!” Hannah gasped through her moans. “S-Stop!”

  I halted my rough motions and allowed her legs to drop back down into a prone position, but I still kept my slow, rhythmic thrusts going, and she closed her eyes and moaned again.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “It sounded like you were having a great time. I know I was.”

  “I am,” Hannah sighed as she opened her blue eyes again and stared up at me with adoration. “Ohhhhhhhhh, I am. But I wanted to relieve you. Your injury is acting up, so I figured it was my turn to take over.”

  “Are you sure?” I questioned. “You said this was your first time.”

  Hannah closed her eyes for a moment, but I could still see her eyes fluttering beneath her long lashes. After a few seconds, she popped them back open.

  “There,” she cooed. “I just analyzed all of the intimacy footage that’s ever come through this building’s wireless internet. That should give me enough of a guide.”

  Hannah reached up, placed her hands against my chest, and then playfully pushed me backward.

  I rolled over so I was flat on my back, and the blue-haired woman positioned herself so she was straddling me.

  “This seemed to be the one that was found in most of the footage,” she mused.

  “It’s a classic.” I winked and put my hands behind my head.

  Hannah arched her back, positioned her hips over my erection, and then eased herself down onto me. Both of our voices joined together in sensual satisfaction as she began to move her body up and down on my cock. Then the blue-haired woman leaned forward to press her lips against mine once more, and I reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass.

  Her butt was perfectly muscled, and her skin was silky smooth under my fingers, so I pulled her up and down along my length while her tongue explored my mouth. After a few minutes, I began to sprint quickly toward another climax, but before I could get there, Hannah paused the rolling motion of her hips and broke her lips from mine.

  “Here’s another one that seemed to be popular,” she said as she moved off my cock and then came up on all fours. “Kneel behind me and insert your penis into my vagina.”

  “Uhh, sure,” I said as I followed her instructions, but as soon as I was behind her, I felt her soft hand grip my erection to gently guide it toward her warm, waiting pussy. From this position, I was as far inside of her as humanly possible, and I couldn’t help but gasp when she tightened around me.

  Hannah let out a groan as she began to rotate her hips against my pelvic bone and grind against my cock. Then one of her hands rubbed against my balls aggressively, and they tightened in a pleasurable response. I couldn’t exactly tell from this angle, but it looked like the android’s other hand was in motion, as well. She started to move it more rapidly as her moans grew louder and louder, and I assumed she was flicking it across her clit.

  As Hannah moved back against me, I let one hand wander around the curves of her body while the other kept a firm grasp on her hip and continued to guide it to the sweet spot.

  The walls of her pussy were quivering and tightening around my dick, and I knew she was almost at her climax.

  So was I.

  “Holy shitttt,” I groaned as I focused in on her neon-blue locks. “That feels fucking amazing.”

  “Yessss,” Hannah agreed through a series of moans. “That feeling is building up again, Tony. I think I’m about to--Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh!”

  The sound of Hannah’s climax, mixed with the spasming of her pussy, sent me over the edge, so I grabbed both sides of the woman’s slender hips and pulled her against me while I released deep inside of her. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, and my balls tensed a dozen times as I pumped what felt like a gallon of sperm into her.

  Hannah was still panting when she pulled herself off me, and it looked like both her arms and legs were trembling. She crawled over so she was next to me in the bed before she plopped down and let out a loud sigh.

  “That,” she gasped as she wiped a strand of blonde-blue hair from her face, “that was incredible.”

  “You were amazing,” I said.

  “So, that is how humans procreate,” she sighed. “It is much, much more fun than I predicted.”

  “That’s why we don’t just do it to procreate,” I chuckled. “It’s a recreational activity, too.”

  Hannah smiled as she pulled her naked body up against mine, and then she raised her hand with her palm facing me.

  “High five?” she asked sweetly.

  “Yeah,” I laughed as I slapped her hand. “We did a great job.”

  “When can we do it again?” she asked a moment after.

  “Uhh, I guess … soon? Give me a few minutes or so.”

  “Excellent,” Hannah replied. “I wish to spend all night with you thrusting inside of me and filling me with your warm sperm.”

  “I’m not gonna say no to that,” I admitted, “but I might not be able to keep up with you. It’s been one hell of a night.”

  “Oh,” she sighed. “Yes, I realize you are tired. I will let you rest, so--”

  “Well,” I interrupted her, “like I said, just give me a few minutes. Then I’ll go again.”

  “Oh, good.” Hannah’s eyes lit up, and she let out a slight laugh as she snuggled up close. “I am so warm inside. I feel your seed sliding into my womb. It is comforting. I want more.”

  “You can’t … uhhh … get pregnant, right?” I asked.

  “No,” Hannah sighed. “This is just my current plan. You will make love to me and not another human female. Therefore, Alexander will never be born, and you will be safe.”

  “By the way, do you even need sleep?”

  “I’m a perfect replica of a human female,” she explained as she laid her head against my chest. “Just like you humans, I need to sleep when I am tired.”

  “So, you aren’t tired now?” I asked, but Hannah’s statements kind of didn’t make sense in my head. She said she couldn’t get pregnant, which I believed, but she also said she was the perfect replica of a human female, and wouldn’t that mean she could get pregnant?

  For the first time since she’d revealed herself to be a robot, I didn’t feel scared of Hannah. She might have been composed of biometal or nanomachines or whatever the fuck she was made out of, but she seemed more human than many of the women I’d dated in the past.

  Naive and a bit cold? Sure, at first, but now she was warm and tender in my arms.


  “Not tired,” she replied as her fingers drifted down my chest until they wrapped around my stiffening cock. “I only want one thing right now, and forever. That is you, Tony.”

  “Then I’ll give you all of me, Hannah.”

  Chapter 15 - Hannah

  My systems awoke hours after our last bout of love-making, and I found my head pressed up against the bare chest of Tony Amin.

  He smelled wonderful. He felt wonderful. He was wonderful. I could not help but let out a soft sigh of contentment as I closed my eyes again and savored the sensation of our bodies together.

  My head hurt a bit from the beer I’d drunk last night, and my vagina was delightfully sore from being stretched by his penis over and over again. I considered engaging my nano-repair systems, but then I realized I would no longer feel the unusually blissful pain in my groin, so I decided to let myself heal at the natural human rate. My systems displayed no other abnormalities from last night.

  Well, except for one:

  Excessive amount of semen in uterus and vaginal canal.

  I almost laughed out loud when I read the display. “Excessive” was an accurate description. I’d begged Tony to fill me with his seed over and over again, and he’d obliged me until he had passed out from exhaustion. I could feel his cream inside of me, and then I realized a good amount of it had leaked out of me and pooled on the bed between my legs.

  “Ahh, that is a mistake,” I muttered to myself, since I wanted all of it inside of me.

  Mistake. Mistake. Mistake.

  My head suddenly ached more, and I closed my eyes and took a long breath.

  Damn it.

  I’d betrayed the Hive. I had made love to the man I needed to murder. I’d begged him to fill my body with his seed, and I had felt elation during every moment of our passion.

  What was I going to do?

  I was supposed to find Tony’s mate, kill her, kill him, and then kill myself. I was not supposed to do … the activity I’d engaged in with him last night. I should not have desired to feel him inside of me. I should not have demanded that he plant his seed deep inside my womb. I should not have …

  I should not feel the love I felt for him.

  I was a failure. I had betrayed my kind.

  I knew my plan was to keep him away from another woman until the four months was up, but the alcohol must have impaired my judgement last night. Having sex with him was a failure in my programming protocol, and I needed to reset our relationship so I could focus on my mission.

  “What even is my mission?” I asked the ceiling, but then I snapped my mouth closed when Tony started to move beneath me.

  “Good morning,” Amin’s groggy voice announced as he began to stir. “What, uh … so I guess last night wasn’t just a dream, huh?”

  “We were both intoxicated,” I sighed as I pulled away from the dark-haired man. “We let the depressants in the alcohol get the better of us.”

  Even though I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head, I knew Tony was staring at my naked body as I stood up from the bed, walked over to my shorts, and then shimmied them up around my waist. His seed threatened to spill out of me, but I kept my tunnel clenched so I could keep all of it.

  Why though?

  “You are staring,” I hissed as I spun around and headed for my shirt.

  “Hey, I don’t have cameras in my eyes like you do,” he joked. “If I want to remember this, I have to get a good, long look.”

  I turned around, puffed out my chest so my breasts were on full display, and shimmied them gently.

  “There,” I said as I began to pull the white shirt back over my head. “Was that a good enough look for you?”

  “Yup!” Tony admitted. “That’ll hold me over until the next time.”

  “Next time?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Who says there will be a next time?”

  “You did,” he said bluntly. “Last night. I may have been slightly drunk, but I do remember some of what happened. Uhhh, four times? I think? I lost count.”

  My face flushed with heat. I was a Decoy on a mission, and I was close to failing. Well, I actually had failed, until I found out who Alexander’s mother was and destroyed her.

  “It was a moment of weakness,” I lied. “I won’t let my guard down like that again.”

  Tony’s face went blank, but I could tell he was trying to hide a million different emotions. Mostly those of hurt, pain, and confusion.

  Something tightened around my stomach like a vice. I didn’t want to hurt Tony, but I could not abandon my mission. Besides, I was a robot, and he was a human. It would never work out between us. I was here to kill his future wife and son, and for that I felt terrible.

  Was this what guilt felt like?

  “Fine,” Tony grumbled as he moved his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. “I never would have thought a machine would give me the ‘ol hump and dump, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected any less.”

  “Tony … ” I sighed as he threw his clothes back on.

  “No, no,” he said with a shake of his head, “I get it. You know what? I was a fool too. You came here to kill me, but you can’t until you figure out who I’m supposed to get pregnant. So, instead, you just want to make my life a living hell and use me like your plaything.”

  “It’s not like that at all, Tony,” I sighed.

  But maybe it was like that. Or it was not. Or … damn. I did not know anymore.

  What was I doing with him?

  “You should have snapped my fucking neck back at my apartment,” he growled. “At least my suffering would have only been a microsecond, and not the rest of my life.”

  “Come on, Tony,” I retorted. “We both know the two of us can never be a real couple. I am just trying to spare you the heartache.”

  “You know,” the dark haired man sighed as he threw the covers back up onto the bed, “we make a good team. Even if you wanted to kill me, even if I was going to be essentially your prisoner for the rest of my life … I thought we could have had something. I thought last night … well… I thought it was wonderful. I thought you loved me, but I guess I was fucking wrong.”

  Before I even had the chance to protest, Tony stormed out of the bedroom.

  “Good morning, my fine friends!” I heard Kevin’s voice greet him as I tied up the extra-large shirt onto my waist. “How’d ya sleep last night? I hope those mattress springs held up alright, if ya get my drift.”

  The next words came out of Tony in a whisper, so I used my ultra-sensitive hearing to try and make out what he was saying.

  “ … She just fell asleep in my arms,” he explained. “Nothing like that even came close to happening.”

  “Oh, come on, man,” Kevin groaned. “I was like, the perfect wingman. I got both y’all full of alcohol, went to bed early, and even gave you the bigger bed of my place. I set you up with a friggin’ softball, and you’re telling me you totally whiffed?”

  “You’re a great wingman, Kevin,” Tony reassured the man. “We were both just too drunk and tired for anything to happen. Besides, I’m starting to think she’s not really my type.”

  “Wh--Whattya mean she’s not your type?” Kevin gasped so loud I didn’t even need my superhuman hearing. “She’s a blue-haired supermodel who’s totally into you and loves playing video games. What’s there not to like?”

  “I don’t know,” Tony sighed. “There’s just something about her that’s rubbing me the wrong way.”

  I scoffed, since he certainly wasn’t saying I “rubbed him the wrong way” last night.

  “Alright, tell you what,” Kevin whispered. “How about I go out for awhile, leave you guys with the whole place to yourselves, and you can try again?”

  “It’s alright,” Tony promised. “I think I was gonna take her out to breakfast at that little place on the corner of third and McGraw. We actually have a lot to talk about.”

  “No offense, dude,” Kevin warned, “but if you somehow fuck up this once-in-
a-lifetime chance, I swear to God I’m gonna slap the shit outta you. Got it?”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” Tony chuckled.

  “Where is she, anyway?” Kevin asked curiously. “I thought I heard you guys talking in there.”

  “She’s getting ready,” Tony lied. “You know how girls are sometimes. Always taking--”

  I stomped out of the room and threw on the best fake smile I could manage.

  Kevin and Tony were both standing next to the sink with ceramic mugs in their hands, and my sensors indicated there was some sort of hot liquid inside.

  “Good morning,” I announced. “What are you two males talking about?”

  Both of their eyes went wide at the question, and they began to fumble over their words to try and explain.

  “Just, uh, stocks and shit,” Kevin lied. “Ya know, how’s the economy doing … what do our portfolios look like, all that boring business shit.”

  “Really?” I asked as I tried not to roll my eyes. “That sounds really interesting. Do you think the government’s new policies are going to give us an absolute advantage, or is it going to cause an asymmetric shock? Personally, I’m thinking we might be headed for a bunch of leveraged buy-outs.”

  “Uh, yes,” Kevin choked out faster than his brain could function. “Yes to all of the above.”

  “It wasn’t a yes or no question,” I reminded him with a quirked eyebrow, if only to watch them both squirm awkwardly.

  “Look, you two might like to talk about all this stuff,” Tony finally spoke up, “but I’m bored out of my mind. Do you want breakfast, Hannah? I know a place just a few blocks from here where we can get some delicious grub.”

  “I do not know if the breakfast you choose will be my type,” I said as I narrowed my eyes at him.

  Kevin had been taking a swig of his drink, but he now gulped loudly and began to cough. Tony smacked him on the back harshly until the gasps subsided, and then the scruffy man cleared his throat obnoxiously.

  “It’s, uh, it’s a good place,” Kevin chuckled. “Been there a million times myself, ya know? In fact, it’s super popular. If you wanna be sure to get a table, you’ll probably need to be going here ASAP. But don’t let me tell you what to do, no sir-ee.”

 

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