Authors: Eva Lefoy
He blinked. Suddenly the picture came into focus. Anti-technology. Tree-hugging. Back-to-lander.
Bingo
. While he considered the news, she bolted for the door. He caught her easily before her hand reached the control panel and held her in the safety of his embrace. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have to go check on my cows! Get off me you big metal goon.” She slapped his chest.
The sudden rush spearing through him from holding her in his arms deflated. She felt so warm, so soft, and her hair smelled clean as polished bushings right off the assembly line. Her proximity stirred a brand new desire within him almost as hot as her temper. But her snarled insult raked him bare. How could he tell her how much her words had hurt? These feelings were all so new to him…. “Look, Miss Gold, I—”
She threw her hands in the air. “Would you stop that? Stop calling me Miss Gold. You sound like…like one of those damn mechanoid parking lot attendants. God, I hate those things.”
The side of his mouth quirked into a smirk. “They are rather dull conversationalists.”
She shoved at his chest again. “I don’t care. I said, let. Me. Go.”
He shook his head, amused at her girlish lack of strength which he found charming and utterly feminine. But her weakness only drove home in him the need to protect her. He found himself strangely unwilling to let her go. “I’m sorry, I can’t do what you ask. The men after you are still out there.”
“Why should you care if they want to take me away to some prison camp for the deranged?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Deranged? Miss Gold, I’ve been assigned to protect you. In fact, I—”
She rolled her eyes. “But you’re not even human. Just like the goons chasing me.”
“I’m the perfect person for the job, Miss Gold. I’m programmed to do whatever it takes to protect you. Even if I have to die in the process.”
She seemed to study him for a long moment as though seeing him for the first time. Then she blinked and shook her head. “What do they want with me anyway? I’ve never done anything wrong. I milk my cows and make my own protein loaf. How am I a danger to society?”
He gazed into her deep brown eyes thinking her plenty dangerous to him. In fact, her proximity increased the force of his desire until it nearly bowled him over. His attention slid down to her plump lips. Aware he still held her, he forced his focus away from his groin and back to her anguished eyes. “They want information your father sent to you. They will kill you to get it, just like they killed him.” She sagged a little in his arms. Was she going to faint? He held her close and tried to ignore the sudden stiffening of his cock.
“M-my father? He’s dead?” Her voice had lost its fight. She licked her lips and shook her head. “No, you can’t be right. I haven’t even seen him in over ten years. He hasn’t sent me anything. I would have known.”
“He didn’t send a package, Samantha.”
“Yes. But….”
“He sent you information.” He loosened one arm and raised his hand. He gave a tap-tap to her noggin with his sturdy index finger. “He used his considerable knowledge and transferred the data here wirelessly the second he died. It’s somewhere in here, Samantha. And they won’t stop until they get it.”
“But how he could do that? I’m only human.”
“So was he. But it could have been a message compartment your father set up years ago when you were little. You wouldn’t have had to know. He may have even forgotten about the whole arrangement. But the man following you won’t forget you have the data. Ever.”
She tilted her head and gave him such a stunned look the world stopped for a few seconds. He’d never experienced this—someone, a woman gazing at him silently and intently. So close, so becoming. So lost and…heart achingly beautiful. He watched as the reality of her terrible situation hit her and felt her pain. Her eyes turned glassy and she trembled in his arms. Then she began to shake. Tears worked their way down her cheek.
“Everett, wh-what am I going to do?”
“Shhh. I’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay. I promise.”
“But how can you be sure?”
He couldn’t stand seeing her lip quiver, seeing her so sad and vulnerable. He did the only thing he could think to do to comfort her. He lowered his head. “Sam,” he whispered, and kissed her.
She mewled into his mouth as his lips touched hers and he kissed her harder, his body morphing into heat.
He’d never felt this before—a surging need to possess, to claim a woman. A human woman. He remembered the upgrades.
The Emo
. He’d been programmed to fall in love with her because it would improve her chances of survival. Right now, the chance of her surviving the night without him fucking her up against the wall were slim. Very slim. He needed to get his head back in the game. He needed to focus on a plan to save her life. He needed to get rid of his solidly stiff penis currently sucking up too much electricity and making thinking difficult.
He popped his mouth off hers and gently pushed her panting form back. He ached. If he didn’t draw her back into his arms once more he’d die. Everett wasn’t sure exactly what it took to make an android die but didn’t want to find out.
Engage brain
. “Miss Gold…Samantha. I-I think you should go in the bedroom now and get some rest. You’ll need it. I’ll fetch you when it’s time to leave.”
She nodded vacantly and wandered toward the room as if in a stupor. He watched her go, and then slipped into the bathroom. Unzipping his pants, he grabbed the source of his concentration problems, gave it a clockwise turn and a good forceful yank. The penis came off and laid there warm and vibrating his hand. “Aahhh.” Sighing with relief he opened the medicine cabinet and stowed it on an empty shelf, then shut the door and went back to the main room where he sat with his head in his hands desperately trying to locate the Emo protocols and shut them down before he lost all touch with the reality he used to know.
The one that existed before he loved Samantha Gold.
“Soon, you won’t be able to tell mechanoid from human, technology from the real thing.” —Simon Gold.
Heart shaking against the wall of her chest, she closed the door behind her.
This can’t be happening. It can’t be true
. She perched on the edge of the bed and stared at the blank wall.
Father’s dead? And his work? Done? Over?
She knew she ought to be concerned over who killed him and why they were now after her, but after all these years of hating what her father did, the things he made, the thought his horrible work had been stopped forever stunned her. Part of her wanted to feel happy, elated. But she’d never see her father again, and knowing she’d lost the chance to make amends with him squashed her glee.
Yes, she’d moved out of the house as soon as her schooling had ended, telling him she could no longer live with a man who loved robots more than his human daughter. She’d even told him she wished his own creations would one day rise up and try to destroy him, so he would see the error of his ways. But deep inside her heart she’d never stopped loving him. He was her
father
. Her eyes flooded with tears and she sniffled.
True, she’d hated his work and what it had done to humanity, but she never stopped hoping one day he’d see things her way and they could reunite. With him gone, all her hopes for a peaceful resolution were dashed.
I’ll never see him again
. Her heart went hollow, her body numb. Except her mouth.
She raised a hand and touched her lips. They still tingled from Everett’s strangely possessive kiss. Why had he kissed her? And why were his lips so pliant and warm? Weren’t robots supposed to be stiff and cold? But his lips weren’t. They’d heated her insides to the melting point in the few seconds they’d touched mouths. His arms were warm, too. They’d held her securely when she began to faint and she’d been grateful for their protection at the time. Now she didn’t know what to think.
She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. Nothing about this day made sense. She wished to be home in her simple hut with her cows and her vegetables where she belonged. The life she had chosen to make a point to her father that humans were meant to live off the land. After the coming technology collapse, which she believed would happen regardless of what her father and his cronies said, humans would need to go back to the old ways and she’d be ready to help them along. Unless the bad guys killed her today.
Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself and curled into a ball on top of the covers. Everett had suggested she get some sleep.
The hell
. She was
way
too freaked out, stressed, and wound up for sleep to happen. But Everett’s plan of course made sense. They’d be on the run in the morning wouldn’t they? She forced herself up.
“Maybe I can find something to help me sleep.” She wandered into the adjacent bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet expecting to find a sleeping aid. Instead, she found a dildo. “What the…?”
There it stood, proudly erect and alone on the shelf. Nothing else in the entire cabinet.
Weird. What’s it doing here?
She glanced behind her, though nobody was there watching. Seeing the thing sitting there all by itself made her a teensy bit uncomfortable.
Had the thing been used?
She shook her head.
I must be way too sheltered. Living on the farm has isolated me from modern man
. Perhaps this is what normal citizens did to relax and she needed to follow the crowd on this one. She captured her bottom lip with her top teeth and puzzled. Well…she’d heard orgasms had relaxing properties, and her lips were still tingling from Everett’s kiss. Would it hurt to try?
“This is crazy. A crazy end to an awful day,” she said, taking the unit out of the cabinet and heading back to the bed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
She listened by the door to see if she could hear Everett. She didn’t. But she opened the door a crack to check on his whereabouts. Ah, he sat with his back to her across the room.
Perfect
. She shut the door quickly and jumped back on the bed. Shucking her clothes, she grabbed the unit and crawled under the coverlet. The bed was still warm from her body heat and the dildo was strangely warm, too. And a nice size. In fact, the girth and length were precisely to her tastes. “Hmm.”
Feeling only slightly damp between her legs, she lowered her hand to her pussy, parting her nether lips with her fingers. She needed a warm-up before the main act. But God, what could she concentrate on? As far as guys went, most of them thought her a nut.
Except for Everett
.
Well, he hadn’t looked at her funny when she’d mentioned her cows. He’d looked concerned. And unlike the other men she’d met, he hadn’t backed away and left the vicinity calling her a throwback freak. But he was there to protect her anyway, so of course he wouldn’t. He hadn’t needed to kiss her though. Why on earth had she let him? And why the hell did her pussy immediately dampen when remembering the slide of his mouth against hers?
Biting her lip, she dipped her finger in her pussy and brought a tiny bit of moisture up to her clit. Circling the bud with two fingers she closed her eyes and attempted to relax. It sort of worked.
Her other hand caressed the dildo positioned at her entrance. The fine texture of the form felt almost skin-like. So soft. So smooth.
Sort of like Everett’s skin
. She gasped. Why did she think of that comparison? She’d only been next to him for a few seconds.
Uh-unh
, her brain chided.
You clung to him for a long time. All the while he ran you were plastered to his body like a new coat of paint
.
“Oh shit, it’s true.” Not only that, but he smelled divine. She relaxed into the memory, and the head of the unit popped inside. “Mmm.” The slight fullness made her wetter. She repositioned her legs and tilted her hips for easier insertion. “Yes, this is nice.” Fingers still working her nub, she pressed the dildo a little further in. As it stretched and filled her, she relaxed a little more. “Oh yeah.”
Feeling like a lunatic for having fun after the day she’d had, she inserted it deeper anyway and moaned. The thickness was perfect. It filled but didn’t overfill and the tip curved slightly at the end hitting all the right places. She wanted it all the way in though there wasn’t much to grab onto.
Didn’t dildos have handles?
She shook her head and pushed on the end of the unit. Suddenly it moved. She suppressed a scream–barely–and pulled it out. The whole unit vibrated but it also…gyrated. “What the heck?”
The upper portion swirled around independently while the base stayed still. No wait. It grew in her hand. It thickened, swelling in circumference.
“Oh my God. That’s really kinky. Who designed this thing?” A sex expert most likely. The skin softly pulsed with warmth. After a moment’s hesitation, she knew she’d have to try it or she’d always regret missing the chance. She quickly lay back on the bed and re-inserted. Knowing what to expect this time, she braced herself for the odd sensations. But they didn’t feel odd at all. They felt…good. Awesome, actually. In seconds she hovered on the brink of orgasm.
Excited, she brought her fingers back to her clit and pressed. Immediately the first tingling waves spread through her. Her legs fell open as the dildo wriggled inside her, pleasuring her in spots she’d never been touched before. The base enlarged as though to hold itself in but it needn’t have bothered. She wasn’t letting this wonderful instrument out any time soon. Its supple yet firm texture and ability to vibrate and pleasure her everywhere at once gave her the most complete, long-lasting orgasm of her life. Her pussy threatened to explode with overwhelming glee. God, she wanted to scream!
Panting, she cast a glance at the door and decided she ought to stop before she did scream out loud. She reached a hand down and touched the button on the end. It stopped gyrating so wildly and instead made a different kind of motion. The head pulled back then shot forward over and over, thumping against her cervix in a soft yet maddening pattern. Curious to see where this went, she delayed her plans and moved her fingers back to her clit. Circling in time with the unit’s rhythm proved to be very pleasurable. She bit her lip and moaned. “Oh man. I can’t believe this.”