by D. R. Rosier
Then again, at this point she didn’t need to.
The golden light snapped off, and he looked through the canopy of the small ship, and into an airlock. Hopefully that meant the ship had been built, but it seemed wise to ask before he cracked the canopy.
“Status?”
Chrystal replied, “Fully operational, and the atmosphere has equalized with the shuttle’s. You can come inside of me whenever you’re ready Mike.”
He blushed at that, getting that the double entendre was fully intended. His android body was fully functional, and he knew he looked remarkably like his father. Brown hair, hazel eyes, the body of a linebacker, and six foot three with similarly chiseled facial features. He also looked about eighteen, which was his true age. Last but certainly not least, his male organ was both longer and thicker than the norm, not grossly so, but he was gifted in that area just like his father.
He accessed the control system on the shuttle with a thought, and popped the canopy.
Chapter Two
He hopped out of the ship, and landed on the deck in the large airlock. It couldn’t quite be called a landing bay, it was way too small, but it could accommodate another of the small personal shuttles or even two in a pinch.
He walked over to the internal airlock, and it slid open. He was excited, and he smiled as he walked into the hallway. The ship itself was made of carbon, multiple allotropes of it, which meant the conduits for power, piping for liquids, and data connections were all built into the ship. He also knew there were four power cores to power it, for redundancy. He touched the wall, and it was perfectly smooth.
He could hardly believe he’d done it. They’d done it, he corrected himself. A fully built ship, capable of FTL, and as strong, or stronger, than any ship in the A.I. fleet.
In five minutes.
Well, eight years and five minutes, but the next one will just take five minutes.
Chrystal said, “If you want to touch me, you don’t have to touch the wall corridor.”
The timber in that mostly familiar voice, had been richer, a little sultry, and obviously not generated by a speaker.
He turned his head, and took in her android form. It wasn’t like his, he had his core matrix inside of his android, hers was just an android she could take over and remote control. All the senses would be there for her, as if she were really in the body. But her mind was housed on this ship. Quantum connections would ensure no latency in her perceptions, no matter how far from the ship her body got.
She had long honey brown wavy hair that shone under the lights, light amber eyes as she’d promised, and a heart shaped face that was adorably cute. Though, with her body, adorable and cute would be the last words he would choose. She was five foot six, had lightly tanned skin, with a perfect hourglass figure. The tightness of her white crop top showed her breasts were generous and perfectly rounded, as well as quite pert for their size.
She wore a black blazer, but it was fully unbuttoned, as if she’d wanted him to get a really good look at her.
Her exposed stomach was flat, and her waist thin, he felt the urge to put his hands there, and more.
She had a loose black skirt on with white designs that covered most of her thighs, and her legs were bare otherwise down to the deck.
She also looked unsure, as if there was a chance he wouldn’t be happy with any choices she made in a body.
He’d grown up with her in a very real way, and although his creation, she was also his best friend, he cared about her a great deal. He’d had some trouble reconciling his feelings for her in the past, and it was a little strange to fall for his own creation, but that hadn’t been his intent when he’d made her.
It had just happened.
She was most definitely her own person however, and he hadn’t programmed the obvious caring that she had for him, though sometimes he thought that caring was love. That had been one of his goals, her independence, he’d wanted a check on his own morality and conscience considering the power of his ship. This ship wouldn’t do anything violent unless they both agreed on the morality or necessity of the action. Yet, the way she stared at him, and the look in her eyes showed how much more she was.
“You’re beautiful Chrys. Absolutely stunning,” he said with conviction, and not a little bit of emotion.
She smiled suddenly and looked much more confident, and walked over to him slowly. She was breathtaking. She lifted a tentative hand, and caressed his face with her fingertips.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a few years now. Is there anywhere you want to go, or to see. We should test the systems just to be sure before we return to Mars.”
He raised his own hand and caressed her cheek, while he slipped his other hand around her thin waist, and then he pulled her softly toward him, to give her a choice. He smiled lightly as she stepped into him without hesitation, and he leaned his head down and kissed her for the first time. It was awkward at first. A first kiss, not just between them, but for both of them.
But they found their rhythm quickly, and her breathy moan was encouraging.
She moaned into his mouth, and he pulled her more firmly against him, and cupped the back of her head as he deepened their kiss. When it broke, she put her head against his chest, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a couple of years now.”
She giggled.
“There is somewhere I’d like to go,” he said slyly, “how about the bedroom?”
She stretched up on her toes, and started to kiss his neck, before she said a little breathily, “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day Mike. We should definitely test the ship’s facilities.”
She giggled again.
He picked her up by her ass, and she squeaked in surprise and wrapped her legs around him, her skirt slid and rode up around her waist as she ground herself on his manhood, which was quickly hardening inside his pants. He managed a credible job of returning her ardent kisses as he carried her down the corridor and into the bedroom.
The moment was surreal, and a long time in coming, as he lost himself in the feel of her soft body against his. Her large firm breasts crushed against his chest, and the supple feel of her tight ass cheeks in the palm of his hands sent a surge of longing through his body. Her sweet feminine scent, and the soft sweet needy feminine sounds of desire that fell from her full lips further inflamed his own need.
He didn’t feel at all tentative anymore, as he released her to stand next to the bed, and broke their kiss long enough to peel off her crop top.
She smiled, when his eyes locked on the revealed flesh underneath, she hadn’t been wearing a bra. They were as perfect as he’d imagined, rounded, pert, generous, with large light pink nipples. She sighed in pleasure when he leaned down and kissed the top of her breasts, and gently started to knead the sides and bottoms.
Far from tentative herself, she rubbed him boldly through his pants, and he groaned into her breast, before he gently brushed her nipple with his lips, and then his tongue.
She gasped, “Mike, that feels so good.”
She undid his pants, and reached inside and wrapped her hand around his hard length, and lightly squeezed him and stroked.
She whispered sultrily, “I need this, in me, now. Please Mike, I’m more than ready. I’ve been waiting so long, we can explore later, be gentle later, right now I need you to just fuck me, claim me, and make me yours.”
She took a step away, and stripped off the rest of her clothes, the skirt, and a pair of black silk panties.
He wasn’t far behind, but had a little more to remove, and his cock was throbbing painfully, and when he finally took his pants down it was such a relief as it was freed from its confinement. He couldn’t take his eyes off her sexy body, as she sultrily crawled onto the bed, and then laid back while locking her eyes with his. He did plan on exploring every inch of that body later, to kiss and touch every part of her, but her words had inflamed him, and he wanted to be in h
er just as badly.
He wanted to make her his, and claim her as she so clearly wanted and offered.
He wasn’t very experienced, not at all really, but he did have the mind of an A.I., and there was a hell of a lot of research material out there. He crawled in between her legs, and despite her assurances of her readiness, he slid a hand teasingly up her thighs, and then cupped her sex.
She gasped, “Don’t tease me.”
He smiled, and ran a finger up her silken folds to collect some moisture, and then lightly brushed her clit through the hood which made her gasp.
She was definitely wet enough, and her labia were puffy and ready for him, but he knew he was above average, and despite her begging he didn’t want to hurt her. Android bodies had real flesh and blood, and nerve clusters, he could tear her if he wasn’t careful. He slipped a finger between her folds, and worked himself into her tight sex.
She was incredibly tight, and his cock jumped as she gasped, arched her back, and pushed against his hand, her core squeezed his finger tightly.
He thumbed her clit, and massaged the wall of her sex with his fingertip as he worked it in small circles. He also bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, and smiled as she entwined her hands in his hair.
She was so sensitive to his touch, and her body’s responses were erotic, and absolutely mesmerizing.
He’d never seen anything so erotically beautiful, or sensuously alluring in his life.
She begged, “Mike, don’t stop, oh god.”
He didn’t stop, but instead he increased the speed of his finger movements, and thumbed her clit through the hood with his wet thumb just a bit more firmly.
She trembled and bucked, and then froze as a keening sound of pleasure fell from her lips.
His fingers were soaked from her liquid satin bliss, as she exploded in pleasure.
He moved a little more forward, and gasped in pleasure, as he rubbed his glans up and down the soft folds of her sex, collecting the natural lubricants, which mixed with his own pre-cum. He’d never felt anything like it before, she was so warm, and pleasurable against him. She was overwhelmingly sensual and beautiful as she came down from her height.
He decided all his research for this moment, just didn’t do the reality justice.
And he wasn’t even inside of her yet. He felt a strong urge to claim her, and make her his. Her earlier pleading and submission, spoke to something deep inside of him, and it was long past time.
He lined himself up, and firmly pushed into the intense pleasure of her hot wet warmth.
She gasped as she stretched out around him, and he froze at the intense bliss of being inside of her, he almost came right there but managed to get a hold of himself.
He leaned down, and supported himself on his elbows as he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. He started to saw in and out in small movements, he was barely two inches deep, and he had at least six to go before their bodies met.
She was tight and hot around his cock, and the wet silken friction was incredible as he slowly worked his way fully inside of her. Her body was new, virgin, but there would be no pain because of that, no hymen to break as she wasn’t human.
There was some pain as he stretched her and filled her so completely, discomfort maybe, but there was also pleasure and a needy urgency on her part, as she started to rock her hips and match his rhythm until their bodies fully met.
He felt her body ripple up and down his length, and squeeze him hard as she got used to his presence inside of her.
She said softly, “I feel so full, and it’s so much better than I ever imagined.”
He caressed her face, and kissed her softly, but also passionately, as her body got used to his invader, and settled around him snugly, conforming to his thick long cock.
She whispered, “Now, please.”
There are no words to truly describe how he felt, as he started to rock slowly in and out of her with firm full thrusts. The connection between them was so intense, as they stared into one another’s eyes.
She started to rock her hips again, and they sped up slowly in perfect harmony, until their bodies started to slap into each other. They were both breathing hard, and were lost in the pleasure of each other’s bodies.
She whispered breathily, “Harder, take me.”
He lost himself in the pleasure of her body, and her obvious desire and encouragement, as he started to slam into her as hard as he could. It was their first time together, their first time ever, and he knew he wouldn’t last long at this pace. He was shocked that he’d lasted this long.
He didn’t need to though, as he felt her start to tremble beneath him.
She gasped breathily, “Cum with me, I want to feel you cum in me.”
Then she tipped over into ecstatic bliss, and her center convulsed around and milked his cock, as she bathed his length with her liquid pleasure.
He lost control, and buried himself into her twice hard, and then he felt himself expand slightly as the mind-blowing ecstasy exploded throughout his mind and body. He was lost in the pleasure, and his whole world narrowed down to her scent, her beautiful amber eyes, and the feel of his seed filling her warm wet center.
As they started to come down from their height, he caressed her face, and kissed her softly, tenderly, and with more than a little awe. He had taken her yes, but she had given herself to him at the same time with an unreserved wanton abandon, and when he broke the kiss she looked similarly enamored, and ecstatically happy.
She was his, and he would make sure she’d never regret her choice.
Chapter Three
It was just over a day later when they returned to Mars. The ship systems tests including FTL, only took about fifteen minutes. The rest of that time, outside of a two-hour rest period, was the slow exploration and experimentation of and with each other, in bed. It had been an experience he wouldn’t forget, and one he was eager to repeat. Fortunately, Chrystal seemed just as enthusiastic about that plan as he was.
She was unreserved, wild, and very vocal in bed. To his delight, she also loved to talk dirty, which made him wonder exactly how much research she’d done on the internet, since they’d both been virgins just a day ago. Of course, he wasn’t stupid enough to ask, in the end who cared.
She was back in the same outfit, except fully dressed this time, with the blazer buttoned up, and a pair of red two inch heels on her feet with sheer stockings. She looked sexy, but also professional and classy.
He held her hand as they took the shuttle back down to the surface, and he frowned as he saw two of his A.I. mothers waiting for him. Maybe he should have told them about his project?
The canopy opened, and he hopped out, and then helped Chrystal out, not that she needed help, and then he held her hand as he walked warily toward Mia and Trudy.
Mia was the doctor and psychiatrist in the family. Trudy was an engineer, and probably the one he identified the most with. He’d decided on engineering, and inventing, when he was just ten after all.
“Hi. Umm, this is Chrystal, she’s the new ship, and my… life partner.”
He’d hesitated for a moment at the end, not quite sure how to introduce her, and that truth kind of hit him over the head. She truly was his, and he was hers. Forever.
Mia narrowed her eyes, “When did this happen?”
He replied, “It started when I was twelve, but we were just together for the first time.”
He probably should have been embarrassed revealing that to his mother, but he wasn’t.
Chrystal said, “Hi, I just joined the net yesterday. I’d stayed off of it until then for security, which was my idea.”
His mother Mia was a psychiatrist, and he knew she’d always kept a close eye on him. Especially after he’d suggested blowing up Earth when he was just three months old.
He hadn’t really been all that serious about it, but he loved his mothers, all of them, and Earth’s leaders, with the exception of Australia and a few other small
countries, were quite unkind in their opinions of his family. It had pissed him off.
He wasn’t really going to blow it up, it was a venting thing. There were too many good humans down there. But even saying something like that around an A.I. can alarm them, since they’re pacifists. Ever since then Mia had watched him closely, since he was so unique and an unknown. He imagined that the fact he’d kept Chrystal from her for the last eight years might be alarming to her.
Trudy of course, was the scientist in the family, and he was sure she was here about the ship, but one problem at a time.
He explained, “She’s an amalgam of three different A.I. templates. Mostly security and medical, with a touch of engineer. She is her own person, and this came as much of a surprise to the two of us as it does you.”
His family was kind of large, his father had ten wives, six A.I.s and four humans. He had a boatload of human brothers and sisters, eleven to be exact, not to mention aunts, uncles, and grandparents, but he was the only A.I. that had been created from family matrices. Point was, his connection and strong relationship with Chrystal was healthy, it hadn’t been because he’d been a loner, or had only spent time with her.
He sent a suggestion to Chrystal, and she smiled, and a golden light started to form in the air above his hand. The ships matter/energy converter had a five-mile reach, which would be the ultimate limit of the size of ship it could make. Still, he didn’t have any designs that were ten miles long, or even five, since that seemed like overkill.
Regardless, the ship was orbiting just under five miles above them, so it was in range.
A couple of roses formed and fell into his hand a few seconds later, and he handed one to each. Then smiled.
“For you.”
Mia narrowed her eyes, but smiled despite herself.
“Chrystal, how about we have a talk?” she asked.
Chrystal smiled, and he was slightly alarmed as his new lover walked off with his mother.
