Shala's Den: April 2022

Broken Circuits

Markus/OFC

Warnings: Markus, original female character, busty nerd, human/android erotic, AU, explicit sexual content, graphic sex, John (WR600), Connor, Hank Anderson, Zlatko, Oneshot, PWP, dirty talk, shameless smut, fluff and smut, only based upon D:BH, first time sex (male), first time romance, boobjob, handjob, ogling, masturbation, vaginal sex, blowjob, fingering, messy cumshot, 69, edging, orgasm control, some plot, there’s still a lot of porn going on, Porn with Plot, androids have emotions, most androids have genitals, techno babble, descriptions of graphic violence, android abuse, humans are mostly friendly to androids, deviancy is rare, androids are sold, angst, hurt/comfort, perilous situation

A/N: This story is only loosely based upon “Detroit: Become Human”. I just picked a few characters and made up a few location for some smutty romance. The explicit content is very graphic and detailed.

Humans are mostly friendly towards their androids, abuse and violence against them is rare. Deviancy is also very rare but it happens from time to time.

Summary: Nelly ran an android repair service in the backroom of a Ravendale thrift store. While she sold hand-me-downs and used appliances to regular customers, her backroom services were only known to second- and third-hand android owners, those who couldn’t afford to visit an official repair shop, and customers looking for unconventional upgrades and modifications.

John, a WR600 who worked as a trash collector in the same district, brought her his biggest find yet. A badly damaged prototype he found in the junkyard just outside of town…

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Nelly rubbed her tired eyes and yawned behind the back of her hand, ready to call it a day. Mondays were always slow. She hardly sold anything, just an antique gramophone and a dozen shellacs to an old man and his grandson. However, that also meant she had more time to work on the GJ200 in her “den” in the back of the shop.

The owner wanted some “upgrades” done on his third-hand android. Nelly had stopped wondering about unusual requests years ago. She rarely declined a custom job. And as long as the androids agreed to the modifications, she saw no reason to refuse her services.

She put the horn-rimmed glasses back on, got up, picked her mug and poured the rest of the cold coffee into the sink.

It was close to midnight.

Her phone suddenly played a familiar tune and the screen lit up.

“Really, John? Couldn’t that wait until tomorrow?” She scrolled through the new messages before typing a quick reply for her supplier and friend.

T-X: Yeah, I’m still here. What’s up J?

John: Found something for you.

John: Damage to head and legs. Regulator pump is critical. Rest good or better.

John: Expect me in 15 min.

T-X: Okay, I’ll wait here. Use the back entrance.

John: Will do. See you in a few.

T-X: Alright.

She prepared the second table and pulled the tool trolley over before booting the computers again.

A shadow obscured the small rectangle of frosted glass in the top half of the back door. A heavy boot struck the wood three times. She rushed over and quickly opened the door before jumping to the side. The gully in front of the entrance gurgled with rivulets pouring down the sloping alley. A large puddle was already forming in front of the entrance.

John was drenched to the bone. His green faux leather was soaked, his heavy work boots caked with stinking, slimy muck from the landfill side just outside Detroit. He heaved a mud-covered android over the doorstep, visibly struggling with the nearly legless model. Nelly hurried to her friend and helped him place the damaged unit on the new work table.

Pushing aside the other table with the half-finished mod job, she covered the GJ200s open chest cavity with a waterproof tarp before grabbing a large canister of cleaning solution and a handful of rags to remove the worst of the dirt and junkyard gunk off her new patient.

“Let’s get rid of his ruined clothes first, they’re little more than tattered rags anyway.”

Together they rolled the damaged android onto his belly. John was an android himself, but he and Nelly had worked together for so long that he was no longer stressed by the horrible conditions some of the salvaged models were in.

“All androids have second and tertiary failsafes in place to prevent memory loss when critical damage occurs. However, if the Thirium pump regulator fails and the blue blood is no longer pumped through vital systems, the central processors will be irreparable damaged.”

The ripping of cloth echoed sharply in the dead silence. And what remained too solid to be torn, she had to cut up with scissors.

“The repair shops might not care if that happens. They simply replace the memory cores and CPU's, but that also means that an android not only loses all memories but also his personality. I talked myself blue in the face to make them understand how devastating this is for the family. All androids develop little quirks and unique behavioral patterns over time, and with their behaviors reset, those patterns are gone forever.”

She gently turned his head to one side until he was resting his cheek on the plastic-coated tabletop. Nelly wiped the back of his neck clean, opened the access port cover and hooked him up to the diagnostic programs.

“I care though, so let’s see how bad the damage really is.”

Endless lines of code scrolled across the screen, ending in a narrow, blinking prompt.

“His central processors are still intact. So far no loss of personality files. But … hmmm, that’s really weird.” She took a closer look at the screen and scrolled slowly up and down with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” asked John.

“I can’t find any signatures.” She returned his questioning look before shaking her head in astonishment. “All androids are made by CyberLife. So each part is stamped with a small brand logo and the programming is marked with signatures, so other coders know who wrote it. But his coding is completely devoid of these signatures.”

“Meaning?”

“Our patient wasn’t made by CyberLife. He’s a rogue model. A custom build. But that’s not all. You see, programmers can be a pretty eccentric and incredibly vain bunch. They want others to know what they have achieved. However, his coder wishes to remain anonymous.”

John scratched his head before making funny faces and pantomimed sneaking around corners, finger pistol cocked and ready. “Maybe he’s meant to be a spy to infiltrate CyberLife…”

Nelly laughed and shook her head. “Not with such a nice, pretty face, no. Also, I would be able to find any suspicious routines in his coding. So, no. He’s definitely not a spy. That would be a great idea for a movie though.”

Her friend and accomplice grinned proudly before getting serious again. “Rogue model or not, you can still help him, right?”

“I have no idea. I’m still looking through his core programming. Ah, there it is. Let’s see...”

A few keystrokes later and the information she was looking for appeared on the screen.

Nelly wasn’t surprised to see a designation and serial number in the header. The components were designed to check these identifiers – otherwise the body wouldn’t work at all. These security measurements prevented black market copies and cheap replicas from flooding the market, keeping android prices – and their quality standards – stable.

“I need a Regulator Pump, BL100, PL600 or WE900.”

John dropped his heavy work gloves on one of the empty chairs by the door and hurried over to the shelves on the other side of the room. She heard him rummaging around in one of the boxes. “WE900, found one.”

She looked up and pushed the glasses back up on her nose. “Okay, let’s make this quick.”

Together they turned him onto his back again. The Thirium Pump Regulator was a dull, red, slowly blinking ring beneath the android’s sternum. A push from Nelly’s fingers unlocked the screw mechanism and lifted the pump just enough to grab the edge.

She carefully unscrewed the damaged component, alarmed by the scraping and grinding noises. “John, you gotta pull it out. It won’t budge. Here, let me take the new one.”

The blond android wedged his fingertips between pump and socket, wiggling and pulling until the broken part popped out. She quickly checked the round slot for debris, slipped in the new one, and secured it with a faint click.

“What happened to him?” The WR600 sadly shook his head.

“Looks like someone removed the pump and hit it with a hammer before forcing it back into the slot. And as if that wasn’t enough, they took a crowbar to his head, rammed it through the back of his skull and out through the right eye. Only to throw him feet first into a shredder. Here, you can clearly see the marks on his bones where the blades hacked into the metal. Luckily for him, the cutter wasn’t powerful enough to cut through titanium and must have jammed – instead of smashing our friend here to pieces.

Whoever did this to him is such a piece of shit. I’ll never understand why anyone would be so incredibly violent towards another living being; beating an android to death just because they can. Gods, I really hate people in moments like these.” She sighed and gently wiped the gunk from her patient’s face before thoroughly cleaning the empty eye socket. Once the mud and debris from the destroyed ocular unit was removed, the contacts at the bottom glowed brightly again.

“Sometimes you really care too much, Nelly. There will always be a few unlucky ones that are beaten, abused, or maimed. You can’t save us all by yourself.” John handed her the small flashlight.

“But that won’t stop me from trying. You know that, J.” She shone the bright white LED light into the cleaned eye socket and checked the contacts for possible damage.

“Looks good. I need a right eye, six contacts on the left, three on the right. The iris color doesn’t matter, he’ll adjust it later to his defaults anyway.”

John opened a drawer cabinet and removed the lids from a row of small boxes. He carefully searched through the spare parts. “Found one. Is he compatible with an AK700?”

She checked the monitor with the highlighted error messages. “Yup. Just check the positioning and number of pins first.”

He inserted the new eye and it clicked into place as she searched through a small selection of replacement processors until she found one, biocomponent #6902b, from an obsolete LA800 unit. She double-checked the serial number and item code, slipped the audio processor into the opening behind her patient’s right ear, and breathed a sigh of relief as it snapped into the rectangular slot, fitting seamlessly into the skull.

“Let’s run the diagnostics again.”

Prototype RK200

Serial#: 684 842 971

BIOS 9.3a REVISION 3.9

Initiating Startup Sequence… ready, press key to start

Memory Reset: failed

Loading OS… failed

System Initialization… failed

Checking Biocomponents………...

#Thirium Pump Regulator… OK

# Audio Processor… OK

# Optical Unit Right… OK

# Left Leg Components… Damaged 2/2

# Right Leg Components… Damaged 1/2

Compatible Biocomponents… #6847j, #8426f, #8427g

“Okay, John. I’m beat. Thanks for the help.” She hugged him and tried to suppress a tired yawn.

“Don’t mention it, Nelly. I’m always happy to help.”

“You’re a wonderful person. You know that, don’t you?” She kissed his cheek and he grinned from ear to ear as he patted the slender hand that still rested on his leather clad chest.

“You going home now?”

“No. I’ll stay right here and try to catch some shut eye. I don’t want him booting up on his own anytime soon. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve found a confused and terrified android wandering around the den, looking for a way out. I want to be here when he wakes up. Some are tough as nails and easily calmed down while others are deeply troubled by what happened to them.”

She straightened her back with popping vertebrae. The shirt rode up her belly and she pulled it quickly down again when the WR600 eyed her curiously and without any shame.

“Don’t even think about it, J.”

“Sometimes you’re such a party pooper. But one can still dream, right?” He gave her a saucy wink and grabbed his work gloves on the way out the door. “See ya, Nel.”

“Now out with you. Let me get some rest.” She waved goodbye and locked the back door behind him.

There was an old sofa in the corner between the bathroom and the thrift store. She fluffed the pillows, grabbed the blanket from the foot end and lay down with a sigh before pulling the soft blanket up to her nose, hoping to get at least a few hours of rest.

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Nelly was groggy and sore in the morning. Still wrapped in the blanket, she shuffled to the front of the stores, making sure it was locked and the sign on the door said ‘Sorry, we’re closed. Please come again.’ before returning to the den in the backroom.

Feeling human again after a hot shower and with a fresh mug of steaming coffee in hand, she first took a look at her partially repaired patient on worktable two. He was still offline but stable, and the Regulator pump’s colored ring glowed a steady, bright blue. Nibbling on a buttered crispbread with a slice of Tilsit and cherry tomatoes on top, she decided to check the android registry department first.

“If I’m really lucky I’ll find out a little bit more about you. Enter serial number. Well then, let’s see what happens. #684. 842. 971.”

Her access to the online registration service has been severely restricted since she left CyberLife, and it wasn’t really a surprise that her request provided her only with the name under which the damaged android was registered.

Markus.

Nothing else came up, just the name. But even that was better than nothing.

She finished her breakfast and went in search of suitable leg replacements.

Nelly spend the better half of the day going through her supplies until she had everything she needed and carried all three pieces back to the worktable. She undid the sturdy latch that secured his right lower leg to the knee joint and removed the partly shattered and bent thick metal rods that were left of tibia and fibula. She inserted the new component and squeezed both halves together until the mechanism engaged with a series of snaps and clicks. The knee latch closed again and both sides of the joint moved back to the default position.

Replacing the other leg could only be done in an upright position. Markus was about 6ft 2” tall and muscular. A human of the same height and build would likely weigh close to 200 lbs, and androids weren’t much lighter than their human counterparts. Even with the partially destroyed leg, she estimated him to be around 175 – 180 lbs. She was much shorter than him and slender, lacking the muscle mass and strength to raise him to an upright position on her own.

The thigh needed to be slid onto the thick titanium ball joint in his hip and she couldn’t do that without help. Nelly unhooked a massive, light blue robotic arm from the wall and carefully moved it in place. The manipulator could easily hold Markus’ weight – if she managed to attach the holding tongs to the slots in his back.

However, she had always been quite stubborn and decided that moving him alone was worth every effort; even if she was getting sweaty and dirty from the dried residue still clinging to his skin. And so she stepped behind the android, grabbed him under the arms and tried to push his upper body more or less upright – without him falling off the table.

Sweating and cursing loudly, she heaved, shoved and pushed until she finally managed to maneuver him into a sitting position. With one of her arms wrapped around his chest, she held him tight, exposed the titanium slots in his lower and upper back, and groped for the robotic manipulator to secure the holding mechanism in place. Still breathing heavily, she carefully moved the baby-blue arm up and forward until she could push the worktable out of the way.

Suspended from the massive tongs and hovering about a foot off the ground, it was almost child's play to connect the thigh and lower leg at the knee, hold it in place and slowly lower his body onto the joint socket.

She breathed a sigh of relief, stripped off the torn remains of his pants and underwear, and gave him a thorough sponge bath until the water remained clear. Then she went back to the thrift store area and found some clothes for him and towels to dry him off.

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It was afternoon when he was clean, dressed and ready to be activated again. He stood on his own now, the robotic arm was back against the wall, firmly secured again and folded in on itself. Markus was connected to the computer for the very last time. Nelly sat down and prepared him for the reboot and memory wipe.

“Okay, showtime…” She eyed the [Yes/No] prompt and slowly but firmly pressed “Y”.

Prototype RK200

Serial#: 684 842 971

BIOS 9.3a REVISION 3.9

Initiating Startup Sequence……….

Memory Reset: … wiping memory ……… OK

Deleting Memory Backups… OK

Rebooting…

Loading OS…

System Initialization…

Checking Biocomponents… OK

Initializing Biosensors… OK

Initializing Subdermal Sensors... OK

Initializing Sensor Feedback... OK

Feedback Strength... 10 %

Initializing AI Engine… OK

Battery Life… 178 years

Memory status… 98.2 % capacity

All Systems operational

Ready for imprint...

She removed the cable from his neck and closed the small panel. As soon as it snapped shut, he opened his eyes, blinked, and looked around.

His right iris seamlessly changed its color from blue to green.

“RK200, please register your name.”

He faced her at once, awaiting input.

She told him his name and he confirmed without hesitation that the imprint had been successfully initiated.

“My name is Markus…” His voice was surprisingly quiet and very pleasant.

“Okay, Markus. I’m Nelly. Before we start a tour of my store, I’d like to know a little more about you. Please list your skills and responsibilities.”

He stood a little straighter, then. “I was designed as a domestic model, with a primary focus on companionship and light housework. I also function as a medical caretaker.”

“So… you’re a nurse?”

“No. I am not qualified for medical emergencies or extensive care. But I can plan and administer medications, conduct and monitor light therapeutic exercise, and provide emotional support during an identity crisis. I am able to prepare 125 different nutritionally healthy meals. Although I am not qualified to offer special diets on a permanent basis, I can offer recipe variations that are low in fat or low in salt if desired or needed.”

Nelly nodded slowly. “Light housework, does that include something else than cooking?”

“I am programmed to help with shopping, cleaning and laundry. This also includes assistance with dressing, undressing and bathing.”

“All right then. Your coding indicates that you’re able to modify your core programming yourself to learn new skills as well, is that correct?” She held her glasses up to the ceiling light before carefully cleaning them.

“I… yes. I can do that.”

“Please create new file paths and an expandable sub-tree for me.”

His LED circled blue before he nodded once. “Ready.”

“Nice, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Nelly.”

“Okay, Markus. If we start our tour at the front of my shop, everything's much easier to explain.”

He stayed by her side, listening carefully and looking around from time to time.

“This is the second-hand area. Most days are pretty slow. You can take your time to familiarize yourself with all the knick-knacks and hands-me-downs I’m selling here and how much I want for them. I only have a few regulars. They all get small discounts when they buy something. Sometimes, there are also customers who try to sell us something. You don’t have to call me from the back if that happens. Just check the online value and reduce the price to 60 %.

Most sellers will haggle and make a counter-offer. You can agree to whatever you want, but keep it below 90% of the actual value at all times. If the customer still wants more, you’re under no obligation to comply. Just decline the deal if that happens and send them on their way. Be friendly but firm when necessary. Most people feel comfortable around androids. It’s rare for a customer to be nasty but IF you come across someone who’s condescending, insulting or otherwise unpleasant, don’t argue. Just come to me and I’ll take care of it.”

She stopped in front of the backdoor and pointed to the ‘Private’ sign.

“This part of the store is the den. It’s off-limits to buyers unless they come with their android and specifically ask for me. But even then, I’d rather have you get me first than let them pass without my express consent. Because—”

Pushing the door open, she waited for him to go through before continuing her explanation.

“—I’m not registered as an android repair and upgrade service and I want to keep it that way. Also, CyberLife doesn’t know what I’m doing here and I don’t want them to find out either.”

He frowned and slowly looked around the den. “So you’re, what…? Just tinkering with our programming and hardware or—”

Nelly’s grin stopped him mid-sentence and he studied her expression carefully before she caught his questioning look.

“I have worked for CyberLife for more than ten years and have seen most of their development departments. Whatever a client wants, I can do it; coding, sensor upgrades, hardware upgrades and extensive body mods. I can install romance- and sex-modules including the necessary hardware, capillary grids for human-like blushing, temperature- and touch-sensitive dermal sensors, pulse points, and realistic respiration for the older models until 2030.”

Her phone woke up and played John’s jingle.

“Anyway. Please, take a look around. If you like, you can help me out here too. Unless you’re squeamish about me being elbow deep in open android guts every now and then. Oh, damn, I almost forgot to ask. How’s your Thirium level? You need some blue blood?”

“I’m at 72 %.”

Nelly pulled an unopened half liter bottle from the open box under her computer desk and handed it to him. “There you go. Drink as much as you can. I have more than enough left.”

He unscrewed the cap until the seal broke with an audible crack and drank slowly, draining the entire bottle before tossing it into the bin.

She leaned against the worktable and checked John’s message.

John: You awake yet?

John: How’s your patient? Need any help?

John: I’m off at midnight.

T-X: He’s already up and about. Checking out the den right now.

John: Really? That was fast.

John: How’s he doing?

Nelly looked up and around until she saw him standing next to her tool trolley, his broken pump regulator in hand, studying it curiously. She zoomed in with her cell phone camera.

“Hey, Markus...”

“Yes Nelly?” He looked over at her.

She took a picture.

John: C’mon, don’t leave me hanging here, Nel. How’s he doing?

T-X: See for yourself…

She sent him the picture.

John: He’s looking good. Damn. I’m jealous. He’s gorgeous.

She tried her best not to laugh and glanced at the android next to her trolley. He put the damaged component back and turned to her, studying her grinning face with a small smile of his own.

John: You gonna sell him like the last one?

T-X: No way! I’ll keep him. I named him and all, y’know.

John: Good for you, girl! You’ve seen what he’s packing?

T-X: ???

T-X: Seen what now?

John: Come on, you want me to explain the birds and bees too?

T-X: Jeez. Stop it. Right now.

T-X: I won’t take advantage of him, J. You should know me better than that.

John: You’ve seen too many shitty android-porn flicks, Nel.

John: Just… seduce him... He's gonna jump at the opportunity, you'll see.

T-X: What makes you so sure he's even going to like it?

T-X: Or that he want's to do that with a human in the first place?

John: Those of us that have the parts for it they wanna use them as well...

John: See, that's the thing with androids having wangs and a sex drive...

T-X: Alright J. Enough! I really don't wanna know.

T-X: I have a customer, I gotta go. Bye John.

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Markus turned out to be attentive and gentle, soft-spoken and empathetic. He was a great help and nice to have around. He had an inquisitive mind and even seemed to enjoy her many rambling monologues about everybody and his dog. He quickly understood what was expected of him and it wasn’t long before he showed a surprising amount of initiative.

He had a knack for dealing with difficult customers, and his natural charm and resourcefulness also helped the little shop to do better than ever. The resulting mouth-to-mouth recommendation and praise for her remarkably autonomous android was instrumental in getting some people to stop by just for him; to find out if the rumors about the unusually intelligent and articulate android were really true.

Nelly couldn’t be happier. They worked well as a team and also drove home together after work at 5 PM. Nelly had an attic apartment with a roof garden, right on the outskirts of the city center.

Markus discovered the window nook as soon as he entered the living room and claimed it for himself. He loved to read there, sitting with a pillow behind his back on the soft, large seat pad. She was content to watch him, then; how the setting sun bathed him in evening light. He was always so engrossed in reading that he never noticed her looks or how peaceful and relaxed he seemed to a viewer at the time.

He remained a fascinating mystery. His gentle character and kindness were in such stark contrast to his violent and unnecessarily brutal demise. Only someone with a deep hatred of androids could have done that to him. Nelly hoped that whoever was responsible for the attack had long since moved on.

She approached him, two steaming mugs in hand, and handed him the thirium-infused tea.

“Thank you, Nelly.”

“Anytime, Markus,” she took a sip of her coffee and tried to catch a glimpse of the title.

He put a finger between the pages before showing her the cover. It was a reprint of Melville’s “Moby Dick” from 1871.

“Now that’s a really old classic. You like it?”

“It’s too early for me to offer an opinion yet but it’s… yeah, it’s quite interesting.” He looked up at her with a smile on his face. “Would you like to sit with me? We could read it together and talk about it afterwards.”

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that.”

He took both her coffee and his tea and set the mugs on the windowsill before patting the soft seat pad between his casually spread legs with his now free hand, inviting her to join him with a friendly smile .

Nelly felt a strange surge of nervousness when she sat down and turned partially against him until she could lean against his chest and belly. Surprised that he was offering her such an intimate pose for reading together, it took her a moment to fully relax against him. But the moment he felt her unwind, he loosely hugged her around the waist with one arm while holding the open pocket book with the other hand. She understood immediately that sitting like this made reading together not only easier but also much more enjoyable and promised herself never to jump to conclusions again...

To sit together in the window nook, sharing a book, quickly became “their” ritual every evening. Nelly couldn’t speak for Markus, but she secretly enjoyed sitting so close to him. To feel the warmth of his body, his arm around her, his thumb slowly and absently stroking her skin. It quickly became the most natural thing for her to snuggle into his embrace, caressing his forearm and the slender hand that rested on her hip, gently running her fingers back and forth over his soft skin.

She wasn’t paying much attention to the novel at this point, being too engrossed in touching him, running her fingers lightly between his own and back over his wrist and arm while she sat with closed eyes and a half-smile on her lips.

The relaxed atmosphere and the comfort she found in his arms often lulled her to sleep – until he had to wake her in the early hours of the morning by gently shaking her shoulder and whispering next to her ear: “Hey, Nelly. … Wake up…”

It always took her a moment to come to her senses, moaning and sighing wearily, a little disoriented after being woken from a deep sleep. She got up with some difficulty, swaying groggily on her feet and leaning into his side. Nelly was already half asleep again when he sat her on the edge of her bed, gently undressed her and pulled the oversized sleep shirt over her head before helping her under the covers.

Not once did she notice the slight tremor in his fingers, the hitching in his breath or the erection straining against the button fly of his jeans...

Markus knew instinctively that his actions had nothing to do with his caretaker programming. Nelly was young and healthy. She didn’t need any help undressing, but he wanted to undress her. He wanted to see her naked, to touch her exposed skin and to feel the warmth and softness of her body with his own hands. His fantasies were hardly proper for a caregiver, but being attracted to a pretty woman was a natural reaction for any man, android or not.

When he first undressed her, he wasn’t prepared for such strong physical reactions and had a bad conscience when he became aroused. He was ashamed of the sudden lustful thoughts and ideas that came over him; thoughts and ideas that persisted in his mind until the next evening.

He had always looked forward to them reading together, but he now discovered rather quickly how easy it was for him to become aroused; as if the wanton daydreams had opened his eyes for more than just a friendly relationship with Nelly. He knew that she was attracted to him and that her body responded instinctively to his immediate presence, although she never acted on her feelings.

As soon as she sat down and leaned against him in their reading nook, he saw her nipples harden. And with them reading together it now turned into a convenient excuse for him to touch her more often. He ran his fingertips lightly up and down her upper arm until his touch raised goosebumps along her neck and cheek. Whenever he ran his thumb slowly over her hip bone, she began to fidget a little before relaxing again.

But like most evenings, she was eventually overcome by fatigue. She became silent and her physical reactions subsided. And the moment her body softened with relaxing muscles and sank boneless into his embrace, her head lolling slightly to the side until her cheek rested against his bicep, he knew that she’d fallen asleep again. He also knew that he wouldn’t wake her until early morning.

Markus carefully placed the novel on the floor by his window seat and just sat there, leaning comfortably against the pillow, eyes closed and listening to her deepening, even breathing with his extremely sensitive hearing, counting her slowing heartbeat as he gently held her in his arms. He knew he had to help her undress once again, and that he would see her naked, just like last night.

But unlike the first time, he wasn’t embarrassed anymore at knowing how his body would react to her nakedness. In fact, he was already hard before waking her up.

Nelly wasn’t dumb, she had to know what it meant to wake up almost every morning in nothing but a shirt, with all her clothes and underwear neatly folded on the drawer. But not once did she mention anything to him. Basically, he got the feeling that she often fell asleep on purpose and wanted him to touch her. She never struck him as particularly shy but perhaps she was holding back a little, just as he kept struggling with his intentions towards her.

Besides, their cozy reading ritual in the window nook didn’t always end with her nodding off. But the more times it happened, the bolder he got, until he wanted her to notice his erection. Markus pre-constructed all sorts of erotic scenarios and what could then play out between them. But that never happened.

He always struggled a bit with her sleepy, awkward gait on the way to her bedroom. Walking with a fully engorged manhood was anything but comfortable, even for him. It wasn’t painful, but it was a huge distraction from his task. His natural grace and dexterity was long gone as he had to kneel in front of her, holding her lightly swaying body upright while trying at the same time to find a posture where his jeans wouldn’t pinch his crotch or otherwise constrain him in any way.

He was always very careful not to wake her from her drowsiness when he undressed her – just to get a closer look at her. She was slim and feminine in appearance, with narrow shoulders and nicely rounded hips transitioning into thick, firm thighs. She shaved her pussy and he could clearly see her plump labia, the hint of a pink, surprisingly large clitoris in between. Her breasts, however, fascinated him the most. They were big, round, and heavy, with big, red nipples and surprisingly small areolas, and with just the right amount of natural sag.

However, he never touched her inappropriately, he only visually appreciated her body while putting her sleep shirt on. Then he made her lie down and gently covered her half-sleeping form with the duvet. But as soon as he left Nelly’s bedroom and quietly closed the door behind him, his restraint had definitely reached its limit. Markus walked quickly but quietly and went straight to the bathroom. And the usually so composed and neat android undressed as quickly as he could, letting his clothes fall carelessly to the floor. He groaned in relief as his erection sprang free, pre-come already leaking out in dripping threads. He wasted no time waiting for the water to warm up. Stepping directly into the cold spray, he squeezed the bottle of shower gel with impatient fingers until a generous dollop collected in his palm.

He was already panting in pleasure, moaning through clenched teeth as he slicked his manhood with the fragrant gel. Always trying to make the most of the sensations, he only masturbated slowly, imagining what Nelly’s dark red plump lips would look like around his cock, her wet little tongue playing with the frenum, teasing the slit while her slender hand moved the foreskin gently back and forth. He imagined her kissing the underside of the glans, sucking lightly and more to tease than arouse him, looking into his eyes, enjoying his attention that never left her face as he watched her licking and sucking on the swollen head, tasting every drop of his pre-come. She would stimulate him until he was close, only to pump his manhood with faster strokes, tightening the frenulum just so with every downwards stroke. She would see in his eyes when he was on the edge, hear it in his quivering, heavy breathing. She would then open her mouth and stuck out her tongue, waiting for him to ejaculate … right into her open mouth … making aroused little noises with every spurt that hit her tongue…

Markus came with a breathless whimper as he tried to keep quiet in the noise-enhancing shower stall. He had never finished his little fantasy since replacing the faceless human female with Nelly’s presence. He knew it was a risky game for him to play. Imprinting was an important factor for any android to grow closer to their humans, to feel comfortable in their presence, and to learn from and with them. What he did, however, went far beyond his programmed routines; he allowed her to get under his skin. He had to be careful or this could turn into a serious fixation...

- two weeks later-

They never really got very far reading “Moby Dick” together every night. Either Nelly was so tired that she fell asleep in no time, or leaning against him was so distracting that she couldn’t concentrate on what she was trying to read.

The latter happened today and after several unsuccessful attempts to start the new chapter, she finally looked up and over to him before turning a little around against his chest. He looked into her eyes. “We can do something else if you’re not in the mood.”

“No, it’s nice… sitting here with you like this.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and met his gaze. “I never felt so comfortable with anyone.”

He took her hand in his own, his touch light and gentle, his thumb slowly moving back and forth across the back of her hand.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “It almost feels like… dunno, it’s … it’s not easy to explain what I’m feeling right now.”

Nelly tried to ignore the way his fingers intertwined with hers now, loosely and almost playful in his unexpected tenderness. She swallowed hard to get rid of the sudden lump in her throat when Markus placed her small hand on his chest.

Her attention went to his mouth before holding his gaze again. His lips parted with a soft smile that was also reflected in his eyes. His look was warm and affectionate. Nelly felt her face grow hot and turn pink.

She looked down at his lightly parted lips and up into his eyes, only to be pulled back to his sensual mouth. She gradually leaned more in his path and stopped, searching his expression in a silent question of consent. His pupils were dilated. All that she could see in his eyes was desire, the unspoken wish for more. He covered the last few inches that separated their faces and leaned forward as she lifted her chin and closed her eyes.

They allowed their lips to caress and explore each other’s mouths with soft, tender kisses. Every once in a while she felt his tongue sliding forward and retreating again, obviously waiting for her to deepen their kisses. The next time the tip of his tongue brushed her upper lip, she nudged his tongue with her own. He tightened his embrace and pulled her closer to his body as she slowly ran her palm across his chest. Her fingertips found his erect nipple, the tip of her index finger slowly circled the sensitive little tip before gently stroking her thumb back and forth over it.

Their tongues continued to play, slowly and sensually between their slightly parted lips. She moaned softly into his mouth and he grabbed her wrist before guiding her slender hand up and around his neck. She ran her fingers over the soft, ultra-short fuzz at the back of his head before stroking the nape of his neck.

They parted only hesitantly. She gasped and caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand. He breathed heavily and looked down the length of his body before catching her gaze again. She followed his look. A button on his fly had come undone. The bulge of his straining erection was obvious.

“Sleep with me tonight, Markus,” she stroked his chest before running her hand down his flat belly, only to stop at the waistband of his jeans.

“Have you ever had an android lover, Nelly?” he breathed against her lips.

“No, you’re my first.”

“You like surprises? Or do you want to know what’s going to happen?” He suckled gently on her bottom lip before kissing her softly on the mouth.

“Surprise me.”

He undid the buttons of his fly and she got up from the seat cushion. He lifted his pelvis and made short work of his clothes, quickly pushing down his open jeans along with his briefs, pulling both off his legs before removing his white tennis socks. She helped him with the t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Markus supported himself with both arms behind his back and leaned on his hands, naked and very aroused. Nelly made a little show of undressing for him, slipping the spaghetti straps over her shoulders one by one. Inch by inch, she shrugged out of the light summer dress, wiggling her hips. She never took her eyes off him until the thin garment fell to the floor, pooling around her bare feet.

She straightened up, wearing only a small, white G-string and nothing else. His expression froze, the look in his eyes suddenly intense and so lustful that she leaned forward and put both hands under her breasts, lifting and squeezing, so they wiggled and bounced a little.

Markus watched her with half closed eyes and dilated pupils, his attention still on her breasts. His abdomen moved slightly up and down, the rigid erection bobbing with his slow thrusts. A thread of pre-cum pulled down and dripped onto his smooth pubic mound before gradually seeping down his groin.

Nelly slipped between his spread thighs and knelt in front of the window seat. Her hand closed around his shaft and slowly moved up and down. A big, glassy drop oozed from the slit, she licked it off before cupping one of her breasts and sliding her nipple over the frenum. His manhood twitched in her grip and his balls pulled up slightly before relaxing again.

She licked her palm and slicked the valley between her boobs before holding him in place between them. He began to pump lightly, only to stop almost immediately, moaning and arching more and more into the gentle up and down of Nelly’s breasts around his cock.

“Slow down… please, Nelly. Slow… down...” Markus moaned.

He was already incredibly hard and big, leaking pre-come with every slight up and down of her soft, heavy tits. He watched as he disappeared into the cleft of her ample bosom and reappeared again in a really slow rhythm. Just the sight aroused him so much that the gentle massage of her breasts sliding along his shaft provided simply too much stimulation. He was close practically from the start and the heavenly feeling of her heavy, slightly jiggling tits stroking his cock pushed him gradually over the edge.

She felt him coming between her breasts. It wasn’t an abrupt explosion, more like a slow, steadily increasing stimulus that had his manhood throbbing with pleasure, swelling to full size and becoming so hard she had to lace her fingers over her tits to prevent the straining shaft from slipping free. She saw the moment he came clearly in his eyes, the sudden, glassy, heavy-lidded gaze, the overwhelmed expression, jaw slack and his mouth dropping open. His body went rigid and he pushed his loins up with a deep, throaty moan, arching against her until he emerged halfway from the valley of her breasts. She felt the sudden wetness of pre-cum spilling from his cock and then the hot, slick feeling of his seed pulsing out in short, gushing bursts.

“Gods, yes, come for me, Markus,” she heard herself moan.

His cock began pulsing and twitching frantically, painting her neck, cheek and partly open mouth with his release. The artificial semen dripped from her lips and ran down her chin. His intense orgasm turned her on so much that she joined his moans as she slowly milked him with her breasts.

It wasn’t long before his eyes began to focus again and he straightened up a bit, sitting upright again while she licked her lips and sucked on her fingers one at a time. He was looking for something to clean her up with. Nelly pointed to her dress and took it from his hand, wiping her face, neck and breasts clean.

“I’ll try to aim better next time.”

“No, don’t. I like it when you just… let yourself go and come all over me.”

She got off the ground and stood next to him. A single drop had escaped her breasts and rolled down her belly. Markus pulled her closer and licked it off her skin before lifting his chin.

“Come play with me.”

He closed her hand around his still erect member and moved it with long, slightly tightening strokes up and down until she continued the rhythm on her own. He let go of her fist and his fingers slipped under the small triangle of white fabric that covered her labia. His middle finger slipped gently between her folds and caressed her aroused clitoris.

He looked into her face and she held his gaze, watching one another’s expression. He fingered her pussy while she pumped his cock, both of them trying to make each other climax first. Markus soon pushed his thumb against her pubic mound. The pressure made her nub emerge from the hood and he was now stroking the red, thick pearl with two fingers, sliding them gently over and around that bundle of nerves, rolling the little bean around with his fingertips.

She hastily slicked her hand with saliva and leaned forward, kissing his mouth while using her other hand to pull back the foreskin. Her saliva-slick fingers circled the glans and played with the sensitive underside. He sucked on her tongue while Nelly’s fingers stimulated the exposed part of the shaft just below the swollen head. Their lips had to part and she was trying to catch her breath again. He moaned and grabbed her hand, moving her fist up and down faster, running her slick fingers over and around the glans. He let go of her hand and cupped one of her tits instead, and that almost did it for him.

He got so hot and hard in her grip that she moaned in pleasure. “Fuck me…”

His fingers left her clit and slid into her pussy instead, pumping in and out.

Her thighs began to tremble. She widened her stance. “Harder… and faster…”

Nelly moaned deep in her throat. “Ohgodyess! Make me cum, Markus.”

He finger fucked her so hard that she doubled her effort to get him off.

“Tell me when you’re close. I want you in my mouth this time.”

“F-fuck! … Hahh! … Hahh! Quick… I’m coming!” His face was distorted with lust.

She hurried to take him into her mouth. Her lips had barely closed around the shaft when the first spurt already hit her tongue. Sucking and swallowing in turns, she grabbed his hand between her trembling thighs and pushed his fingers deeper into her cunt, letting him feel the milking contractions of her climax.

- three weeks later -

An oppressive heatwave has had Detroit in its grip for days. It was barely 10 in the morning and Nelly was already miserable from the heat. The air conditioning was on and the back door was wide open and she was still sweating like a pig. She wore flip flops and just a thin, knee-length white dress with a floral print and spaghetti straps and a very low neckline. After tying her long hair into a messy bun, she quickly forewent her rims as they kept slipping down her nose.

Markus was always nearby, ready to decipher anything she couldn’t read without her glasses.

He wore a deep V-neck shirt and light summer pants. He couldn’t sweat to keep cool, but the light clothing certainly had to help mitigate the effects of the weather on his body. However, she did notice that he preferred to stand still much more than usual and when he had to move, he seemed a bit sluggish.

“You okay, Markus? I can prep a nice, cold bath for you if you like.”

He regarded her with a small smile, grasped her shoulders and leaned forward, kissing her forehead with gentle lips, then the tip of her nose and finally her dark red colored mouth. “You’ve been asking me that all morning. I’m fine, Nel, really. It takes more than a few days of sweltering heat for my systems to reach critical conditions.”

“I know, I know.” She tightened her bun but only managed to untie a few more long strands.

“Crap.” She sighed and fumbled with the rubber bands.

Markus came around the table and stood behind her back. Nelly felt him tug at her bun, carefully removing the elastics before running his fingers through her mane. She stood still and let him work with her hair. His touch was soothing and gentle, he remade her top knot while loosening a few shorter strands for a casual, messy bun style that she never quite got the hang of. However, her android managed this easily. Instead of an ugly rat’s nest that was always kind of left-leaning, she now looked … cute. And when she put her glasses back on, she beamed with joy.

“You’re the best, you know that, right?” She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked into his eyes, happy to see him smile.

“I expect worthy compensation for this masterpiece,” he teased with a widening grin before eyeing the fluffy bun on her head and ruffling it lightly with his fingers.

“Oh, I’ll compensate you, alright…” she stretched up on her toes and kissed him.

He grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her off the floor with ease until her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck before she threw her head back with a peal of laughter. “Markus! Stop! No!”

He sat her down on the empty worktable and held her thighs in place around his midsection as he kissed her passionately. He pulled a spaghetti strap off her shoulder and followed the path of his fingers with slow, gentle kisses.

“Mmh, yeah. Go on,” Nelly sighed.

He pushed the low neckline down on the same side until her breast was exposed. Cupping the soft, tender mound with his hand, his wet tongue circled the erecting nipple before he began to suckle. Heat pooled in her belly and tightened to a glowing hot knot. Nelly grabbed his butt with both hands, kneading and squeezing before pulling his hips flush between her open thighs.

He left her breast and pressed wet, sucking kisses along her collarbone and up her throat.

“Fuck me,” she followed the waistline of his pants to the front, fumbling with his button and zipper.

“Now?”

“Uh-huhhh, sure.”

“A quickie? Really?”

“Yeah, do it. Fuck me.”

She pulled her dress up until it bunched around her waist and pushed the tiny string aside. He pulled out his hard cock and hastily slicked it with saliva. With his upper body leaning slightly back and to the side, he watched as he lined up with her entrance. Nelly’s labia parted easily for him as he slid inside her. Both of them moaned with pleasure.

Already sopping wet, she gasped when he bottomed out. Holding the string aside, she met his eyes as he leaned forward and placed both hands on the worktable for support. He returned her gaze and moved between her legs with short, hard thrusts that made her breasts sway and bounce and her teeth click together with every stroke.

“Aaaah yeah! Fuck!” She grunted through clenched teeth.

He panted with each hard thrust, rocking her body.

She leaned back on the table and lay down, moaning louder and pulling her knees up as high as she could while opening her thighs wide. Markus looked down at her womanhood, watching the slick out and in of his cock between her plump, shiny wet labia before meeting her hooded gaze again. Her bottom lip began to tremble.

“Come inside me…”

He pumped faster. The faint rhythmic slaps of skin hitting skin quickened.

She held his irresistible gaze and moaned deep in her throat. An aroused flush crept down his neck, his cheeks reddened. The look in his hooded eyes drove her wild, it was passionate and lustful, full of desire and tenderness as well.

“Markus…. please…” she whimpered, already close to the edge.

“Soon…”

The sudden crunching of shoes on gravel approaching the back entrance cut like a knife through the lustful haze in her head, and she straightened up immediately, listening closely. Markus had stopped moving, his cock throbbing in protest over the rudely interrupted nookie.

The crunching footsteps came closer quickly.

“Shit!!” He yanked his dick out of her pussy and stuffed it back into his pants, zipping up and straightening his clothes as fast as he could.

Nelly jumped off the table and rushed to the sink, hastily adjusting string and dress. Markus checked their immediate surrounding and his appearance before turning his back to the open door, willing his aroused blush away. She splashed cold water on her reddened face and neck and scrubbed her hands vigorously with soap.

Two shadows filled the bright rectangle of the doorway on the concrete floor and the strangers entered the den. She shook the excess water from her hands and stepped forward, trying to prevent their approach until she noticed that the left man had an LED on his temple and was wearing a CyberLife uniform; a dark jacket, white shirt and tie and jeans. His companion to the right was even taller than Markus. He assaulted her eyes with a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt that seemed a little tight around his belly. He was probably in his late fifties or early sixties, with almost shoulder l ength, curly gray hair and a full beard.

Nelly stepped forward with what she preferred to call a customer’s smile. “May I help you, gentlemen?”

“Are you Mrs. Ekstrøm?” The big guy casually approached her. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Miss Ekstrøm, but please call me Nelly.”

The older man showed his badge before it disappeared in the chest pocket of his garish shirt again. “I’m Lieutenant Anderson, this is Detective Connor. Detroit Police Department. May we ask you a few questions?”

She sat down on the corner of her computer desk and merely shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

The slender android moved forward and raised his hand. A holographic picture appeared in his palm. “Have you seen this man recently?”

Nelly made a face. “Yeah, I know that disgusting scumbag. Carlos Ortiz. He came here three or four months ago with his android Quinn in tow.”

The lieutenant and his partner exchanged a glance. “Go on.”

Markus hesitated to leave and gave her a meaningful look.

“Just one moment, please.”

He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. “If you don’t need me here right now, I’d like to make a round through the shop.”

“Yeah, okay.” She nodded in agreement.

“Call me if you need me.”

They exchanged a quick kiss.

He held her gaze before shifting his attention to her breasts. Her nipples were still erect and pressing against the fabric of her dress. He had to tear his gaze away and approached the shop door, furtively trying to rearrange his bulging crotch on the way.

“I’m sorry for the interruption, Detective Connor. Please continue.” Nelly rested both elbows on her thighs before casually interlacing her fingers.

The brunette android picked up where he left off without batting an eye. “Carlos Ortiz. What did he want, Miss Ekstrøm?”

“Well, Ortiz wanted some upgrades for Quinn. He wanted him to be … more docile. It wasn’t difficult to understand what he really meant. Quinn was shy, scared, even. He kept his eyes down all the time and didn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Ortiz just wanted the perfect punching bag.”

“Shit.” Anderson wiped the sweat from his brow, mumbling a few choice words under his breath.

However, Connor seemed a bit confused by her wording. “What do you mean, ‘He wanted the perfect punching bag’?”

“That SOB was high as a kite. He was pale, sweating profusely and polluted my shop with his god-awful stench. Sweetish and stale, mixed with old, sour sweat and rancid hair. He was on Red Ice, and from the marks I could see on Quinn’s arms, he’s been using him for his rage fits for months, if not longer. That poor thing had burn marks from cigarettes all over his arm and maybe a whole bunch of other injuries hidden behind his clothes.”

Connor looked disgusted. “Did you make the upgrade?”

“Of course not! I kicked out that sick bastard and threatened to report him for malicious assault if he ever darkened my doorstep again.” Nelly looked back and forth between the two cops. “Please, don’t tell me Quinn’s dead.”

“No. He’s alive. Instead, we found Ortiz, killed by his android three weeks ago.”

“So he finally got what he deserved. About time. Good!” She pushed her glasses back up and met Lieutenant Anderson’s eyes. “I’m not a vengeful person, lieutenant. But that vile creature asked for it. I have no sympathy for violent people and their perverse desire to hurt their androids and abuse them just because they can.”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, Miss Ekstrøm. Quinn acted in self-defense. Connor and I saw firsthand what Ortiz did to him. There’s no excuse for all the sick shit his android had to go through.”

Anderson wandered around the den, looking at the robot arm against the wall, the shelves with boxes of spare parts, and the tool trolley. “You have a nice setup here. You’re funded by CyberLife?”

“No, not at all. I did a few hardware modifications for them, but I was mostly just a programmer. One of hundreds on their payroll.”

The older cop turned back around.

“Would you like some iced tea, lieutenant? And maybe a Thirium popsicle for you, detective?”

The android smiled warmly. “Please, call me Connor.”

She shook his slender hand and then his partner’s massive paw. Anderson wasn’t as quick as Connor to be so chummy with a stranger. He seemed more like a grumpy bear with good days and bad days. And today had to be one of his better days.

“No, we shouldn’t take up any more of your time. We got what we came for.” Nelly could smell alcohol on his breath.

“Is there a way to contact you if I remember anything else?”

“Do you have a cell phone?” asked Connor.

“Of course, here.” She handed it to him.

As soon as the device touched his fingers, the skin retreated and he interfaced with it before handing it back to her.

“I have added my serial number to your contact list. Your call will reach me directly if needed.”

“Much appreciated, Connor. Thank you.”

The two cops left.

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Nelly couldn’t wait to get home, take a long shower and wash off the day’s dirt and sweat. She threw on a thin bathrobe and went looking for Markus. He was still in the kitchen and had just made some coffee. She took the mug with a quiet “Thanks” and kissed his cheek softly.

“Come on, lets go outside. It’s going to be wonderful outside tonight.” She took his hand and pushed open the terrace door with her shoulder.

The roof terrace was divided into two parts. The rear part was the larger sunroof. Potted trees and shrubs lined the railing to block the view for nosy neighbors. Two casually placed sun loungers stood on a raised platform made of teak wood while a small BBQ hugged the outer wall of the kitchen between the sundeck and the seating area on the other side.

The front area on the left was dominated by a comfortable seating corner, with an L-shaped outdoor sofa and a lovingly decorated low table in front of it. Light from the kitchen window lit up the sitting corner in the dark, while the overgrown canopy provided shelter from the midday sun. A dozen small lanterns hung below the canopy.

She pushed aside a shallow glass bowl of white pebbles to set down her steaming mug. A selection of moss rosettes were arranged in a semicircle along the glass wall, while a trio of small, peach-colored scented candles sat squarely in the middle. The center of the table was dominated by a miniature water feature; a small, pump-powered waterfall that cascaded over a bamboo cane see-saw before plunging into a tiny pond below.

Nelly turned around to Markus.

“This is beautiful,” he said, still looking around the terrace. “I like the evenings when we’re at home together. Watching the sun set behind the skyline and painting the sky in so many beautiful colors. The world seems so peaceful then. As if there was no one else but you and me.

And with all these plants shielding us from view, it almost feels like we’re about to enter a place that only we know about.” He stepped behind her and took her in his arms.

“But just how shielded are we really from view?” He murmured next to her ear. “Enough for us to make love out here?”

She smiled and blew him a kiss. “Why don’t we find out?”

Untying the belt of her bathrobe, she let it fall open and shrugged it off her shoulders. Already naked, she moved closer to him. Markus pulled the shirt over his head and toed off his sneakers. Nelly’s fingers were already busy with his fly and took her time pulling the zipper down.

His hands were already on her breasts, pushing them together and cradling them in his palms. She pulled him down for a kiss, moaning softly the moment his tongue parted her lips just enough for a slow, sensual Frenching. She caressed his muscular chest and flat belly, running her fingertips lightly through the thin line of hair below his navel, teasing him a little before pulling his briefs down.

Her small hand gently stroked back and forth over the smooth skin just above his erecting manhood. He was still playing with her breasts as his mouth wandered with sucking kisses down her neck and over her collarbone before aiming straight for her breast. She felt his wet tongue circle a nipple and looked down as his lips closed around the stiffened tip and most of the areola, sucking just hard enough to send a pleasant tingling down her spine.

He was still gently kneading her breasts and soon switched to the other nipple. Nelly moaned softly and stroked the back of his neck and his shoulder. She watched as he alternately licked and sucked on the hard nubs until the slight tingling down her spine increased to a lustful prickling. She got wet so fast it hurt a little, the slight sting of her instinctively tightening entrance bringing out a gush of juices that wet her core. She moaned again and he straightened up to kiss her mouth. One of his hands slid between her thighs, the middle finger trailed along the seam of her folds and dipped between them, slowly moving back and forth to collect some of her juices before he concentrated on her clitoris.

She cupped his balls and played with them. Her other hand closed around his erection, moving up and down in slight stretching motions, slow and gentle, tightening the foreskin slightly with each downward pull, just enough for him to feel the light, pleasurable tingling starting to pull at the underside of the glans. Nelly sucked on his tongue, twitching a little every now and then when the soft, slow fingering that played with her nub got a little too intense at times.

It was getting darker by the minute. Stepping back, hesitant to interrupt their foreplay, she approached the seating area on the left and searched for the light switch for the small lanterns hanging from the underside of the canvas roof. She shifted on her hands and knees on the sturdy seat and finally found the thin cable thrown over the other arm of the sofa. Groaning, she bent over the armrest and felt around on the floor until her thumb caught the little rocker switch.

The sitting corner was suddenly bathed in warm, golden light. Straightening up with a sigh, she felt the cushion dipping low behind her as the android joined her. Nelly looked through her spread legs and saw him scooting closer on his knees. A warm hand touched her back, preventing her from moving fully upright while something hot and slick pushed between her labia where it slid up a little and found her entrance.

Markus slowly entered her, enjoying the feeling of sliding inside, stretching and filling her until he heard Nelly moan. Holding her at the waist, he moved in a gentle, leisurely pace out and in. Her slick pussy was tight and glowing hot inside, every slow deep thrust made her groan and he answered her aroused noises with deep, lustful moans whenever he bottomed out.

“You… a-aahhh! You’ve never been … so … so vocal wh-when … ahhh … when we’re … doing this…” Her fingernails dug into the armrest, scratching over the beige canvas.

“You cannot s-see … *moan* my face now … aa-aaah! I want you … *gasp* to … to hear … me… instead.”

“Faster…” She arched back into his thrusts.

“Fast enough?” His grip around her waist tightened and he fucked faster and harder.

“Ohh yeah!”

One of his hands left her waist, brushing along her ribs, searching for her breast.

The heavy tit smacked into his palm with the fast, hard strokes until he got a hold of it, feeling the soft mass jiggle and bounce with every plunge and roll of his hips. His balls slapped into her clit with each thrust.

Nelly straightened up and pulled his other hand from her waist, placing it quickly on the freely dangling breast. He squeezed her tits with all ten fingers and she threw her head back, countering his quick strokes as hard as she could.

“Fill me up… give it to me…”

He groaned loudly and stilled behind her for a second before hammering her cunt as if his life depended on it.

“Yes! YES!!

“I’m … coming… Nelly, I’m … coming…”

He entered her as deep as he could, panting heavily. She felt him pulsing and twitching inside her and moaned loudly as she writhed against his loins.

They both gasped and moaned until he leaned forward, still breathing heavily, kissing her neck and cheek while his hands caressed her sweaty back, slowly stroking up and down.

She noticed that he was still hard and fully erect inside her. Markus pulled out and his cock left her pussy with an obscene wet slurp.

She turned around on the sofa, lied down, legs still spread wide and looked at him expectantly. He pulled her closer by the waist and leaned his weight on an outstretched arm, guiding himself back into her hot, slippery heat. Nelly drew her knees up to her chin and spread her legs as wide as she could, holding them open with both hands around her shins.

Markus continued his hard, deep strokes, almost pushing her over the sofa seat.

Tits bouncing and her feet bobbing in time with his relentless thrusts, she held his searching gaze and moaned at his deeply lustful expression. His face was flushed, cheeks reddened, his eyes hooded, pupils fully blown. A row of white teeth was partially visible between his open, heavily panting lips.

He watched her just as closely, aroused by the look in her dark eyes. Nelly’s plump, crimson colored mouth was half open while she looked at him with a slight, short-sighted squint, her long hair was a mess of tangled curls and stray strands sticking to her damp skin, short bangs plastered to the sweaty forehead.

His smooth pubic mound slammed against her shaved labia, nudging her swollen clit and rocking her body. Clenching her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, she made herself as tight as possible for him, moaning at the feeling of his thick cock nudging her cervix with each thrust.

Whimpering and mewling every time he bottomed out, she let go of her legs and held onto his arms instead, using her grip as leverage to push back into his harsh pounding.

“Fuck… fuck …. fuck me!!!” She whimpered.

He stopped at once, panting heavily and fitful until he began sliding back and forth inside her at an almost unbearably slow pace. She knew that he was close and moaned ecstatically.

He was moaning now too, loud and uninhibited like never before, groaning loudly whenever he bottomed out.

“I love hearing you moan like this…”

“Ohhh gods… Nelly … Ne...Nelly…”

She pushed herself hard against his loins, wrapping both legs around his waist and pressing her heels down on his flexing buttcheeks before he stilled inside her.

She felt his cock twitch with each spurt.

He relaxed and lay on top of her, resting his weight on both elbows, caressing her trembling lips with tender kisses, still panting a little while she wrapped both arms around his neck and returned his tenderness and affection from the bottom of her heart; trying to express with her kisses and caresses what she wasn’t ready to put into words just yet.

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Discarded android parts covered one worktable, a hand and forearm lay on table two, stripped down to the last screw and miniature board inside. The thin Thirium tubes were laid out around hand and wrist, the open ends clamped shut. The interface plate normally found inside an android’s palm had been removed together with the contact points from the fingertips and thumb pad.

Printed diagrams covered every surface within a three meter radius. The dual monitor showed an android’s neural pathways and the synthetic neural web embedded into the first two layers of the bright white plasteel shell. A close-up of the microscopic neural tunnels showed how they extended down to the last layer of the android’s shell and how they were connected to the thin sensor foil. The connections and neural tunnels were zoomed in on the top half of the left monitor. Below, in the bottom half, was a close-up of human sensory nerve endings through the skin and the tissue below. Though simpler, the design between human nerves and an android’s sense of touch was strikingly similar.

Nelly sat at the computer, gesturing with the removed interfacer while talking over her phone’s speaker.

“There has to be a way to be able to exchange images and data with an android.” She slowly swiveled left and right with the old office chair; a silly habit of hers when she was frustrated.

“There is always a way, Nel. Well, you could try working with prosthetics. They are the closest to the android parts we have. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you to acquire an outdated hand or a complete forearm.”

“And you really can’t help me with that, Sharon? It’s not like I’m asking for trade secrets, you know.” She rolled her eyes at the soft snort coming from the speaker and planted her feet firmly on the floor again, stopping her restless spinning.

“You know that I can’t do this. The only reason CyberLife’s turns a blind eye to your little repair and upgrade project is that they indirectly benefit from your ideas as well. Or did you really think we wouldn’t find out what you put together in your backyard workshop? The capillary grids and pulse points are most ingenious, Nelly. A bit crudely implemented, but the idea in itself is great.”

She ground her teeth and mouthed a grim “You goddamn bitch.”

“Anyway. I’m afraid your latest idea won’t work without extensive surgery. For a cybernetic limb to function successfully, nearly a dozen microchips must be implanted in the brain, spinal cord and the muscles that connect the prosthesis to the body. The feedback flow of information's alone to move a cybernetic limb is already taxing work for brain and body. Using this fed-back information to exchange data with an android is more or less feasible for someone who already has a prosthetic limb. It is not possible without the implantation of microchips, no. But I’m sure you’ll come up with something in time.”

A sigh reached her ears. “It was such a shame that you left us, Nelly. You were one of the best. Dr. Swanson still speaks highly of you. You were his protégé after all.”

“Only that he wanted more than I was willing to give.” She grimaced as if she had been chewing on something gross. “You know why I left. Swanson had nothing to do with it, despite everyone’s belief to the contrary.”

“Don’t tell me you still believe that nonsense about androids being alive and all.” Sharon’s condescending tone made her grind her teeth.

“They evolve on their own. They get smarter, their programming gets more complex over time. It’s not a bug in their software. It’s part of their mental and emotional development.”

“That is ridiculous, Nel–”

“I have proof. Right now, right here. Here, with me,” she barked.

The other end of the line was silent until Sharon found her voice again. “What kind of proof?”

Her mouth suddenly felt dry and she regretted her outburst. The last thing she wanted was to endanger Markus. Sharon was particularly ruthless and cold-blooded in her dealings with androids, especially those who work at CyberLife.

“No, I’m not going to tell you squat. I’ve already said too much. And risking my … friend’s life is the last thing I want.”

“It’s a goddamn machine, Nelly,” snapped Sharon. “They don’t sleep, they don’t eat and they certainly don’t feel emotions.”

“Yeah, I know that’s not true. But I’m done trying to convince you lot otherwise. I left because I could no longer reconcile your crude, disrespectful attitude towards your own creations with my conscience. Well, whatever. Thank for contributing to my … um, latest idea. Give Edgar my best.” She disconnected the call and threw the interfacer onto the pile of disassembled parts on worktable one.

She rubbed her tired face and stood up.

“God, I’ve been such an idiot. Guess I now have my answer as to why they never bothered or tried to interfere with my work. They were probably rubbing their hands in delight at my naivete while skimming the cream off the top. They might even authorize Jerry’s semi-annual shipments of blood and biocomponents. Great, just great.”

The door of the thrift store opened and she turned to Markus while trying to keep her expression under control.

He looked uncomfortable and disturbed. Nelly was immediately on alert.

“What happened?” She hurried over to him.

“Nelly, I need your help.”

Together they entered the second-hand part of the store. She let her eyes wander around, searching for whatever was making her friend so nervous. She doesn’t have to search for long. A fat, black-haired man with a full, black beard and bushy eyebrows stood next to the red and blue checked lumberjack shirts and chainsaw safety pants.

“May I help you, Sir?” She approached him with a questioning look over the rim of her glasses.

He turned around to face her, smiling broadly. He had dark, deep-set eyes and his oily grin made her skin crawl.

“I think so, but that remains to be seen. At the moment.” His attention wandered to Markus, scrutinizing him with great interest before looking at Nelly again.

“I’ve heard some incredible rumors.” He scanned the lumberjack shirts and simply chose one without checking size or condition. “About your android. That it’s remarkable autonomous and intelligent for a machine.”

Fighting the urge to correct him, she decided it wasn’t the right time or place to clarify just how unique Markus really was. She didn’t like the weird guy or the way he kept staring at her friend with strangely intense, inquiring looks.

“I mean, it *is* yours, right?” He chuckled.

She hated the noise. It sounded dishonest and was just as repulsive as the stranger himself.

“Forgive me. Everyone keeps telling me how unique and extraordinary your android is. I guess, I’m just curious to find out if it’s really yours. A second-hand shop can hardly make enough money for you to get by. And your … robot had to be very expensive.”

The fat man dropped the shirt on her counter. She ignored his intent to buy and refused to act on his bait. Instead, she looked back and forth between him and her friend. The greedy glint in those dark, deep-set eyes was disconcerting and made her very uncomfortable. She looked over at the shop windows. The street outside was empty. It was only then that she did notice a massive figure standing in the shadows next to the covered entrance.

Nelly couldn’t tell if the other guy outside was an android or not. Standing with his back to the entrance, he looked more like hired muscle or a bodyguard. She gave Markus a worried look. He, too, seemed a little on edge now, and she felt for his hand under the register, squeezing it in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture.

“What do you want, Mister?” She dropped all semblance of courtesy.

Again that oily, fake smile. “I want to buy your android.”

He pulled a thick wad of money out of his jacket. His pale hands were permanently stained blue in places. Thirium. It had to be Thirium. Only blue blood would leave such ugly stains on human skin – if spilled too often. He reminded her of a butcher with a blood-smeared apron. Only in this case the blood was blue, not red.

“No. He is not for sale. Not now, not ever.” Fear crawled up her spine with cold fingrs.

“Don’t be so short-sighted, Miss. I pay you double, no, triple what it’s actually worth.”

She now squeezed Markus’ hand with ice-cold fingers.

“Here.” The stranger tossed some neatly rolled up bills onto the counter. “Eighty thousand. In cash.”

Her face darkened with growing anger and she regretted not having a gun under the counter.

“No! This isn’t a slave auction, mister! I will NEVER sell him. Not to you. Not to anybody else. He’s not a toy or a machine, he’s a person!”

Unimpressed by her outburst, he just grinned at her, like he’d just heard the funniest joke. “Don’t be stupid, miss. You can make backup copies of his memories and personality cores and download all of that into another one. A newer one. Unless…” His beady eyes studied Markus’ stony face very closely now. “Unless it’s the only model of its kind. A prototype…”

He threw a few more rolled up bills onto the counter. “130,000. C’mon, girl, take it! You can buy dozens of androids with that much money.”

Nelly was torn between fear and anger. But his flippant tone infuriated her so much that she was now shaking with barely controlled rage.

“Markus, call the police if this motherfucker isn’t gone by five.”

That wiped the unpleasant grin from the stranger’s face. He pointed his Thirium-stained fingers at her. “You’re making a mistake.”

“One.”

“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life!”

“Two.”

He collected his money and simply stuffed it into the inside pockets of his jacket.

“Three.”

A nasty snarl turned his round face into an ugly grimace. “We’re not done here, bitch!”

“Four.”

He quickly retreated to the door. “I always get what I want! Always!”

He shut the shop door behind him with a crashing slam that rattled the windows in their frames.

Nelly waited until he and his goonie were truly gone before she hurried to the door, locking it and turning the ‘Yes, we’re open. Welcome.’ sign around.

She sat heavily on the small stool behind the counter, taking a moment to shake off the rush of adrenaline that still had her reeling in fight-or-flight mode.

Markus knelt down in front of her and gently squeezed her icy hands. “You alright, Nelly?” His voice was quiet and gentle, meant to comfort and soothe her strained nerves.

She took several deep breaths. “No, I’m not okay, I’m so pissed at this guy and at the same time I’m almost scared stiff. I just thought that he would attack me at any moment and use that as leverage to force you to comply... Just give me a few minutes to calm down. … I also have to check the security feed. Maybe we can use that to our advantage.”

“You stay here. I’ll do that.” He lifted her chin with his fingers and looked into her eyes. Her gaze was unsteady, the pupils fully open from the stress she was still processing. “Can you do that for me? Nelly?”

Her attention returned to his face and he noticed the color returning to her cheeks.

“Huh... wha--…? … Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I’ll stay here.” She blinked, her pupils shrinking back to a moderate size again.

Pleased that she was able to process the scary event so quickly, he patted her knee and stood up.

She watched him go before looking around on top of the counter. “Where the hell’s my phone?”

After a moment, Nelly got up and decided to follow Markus into the den. “You need my phone to access the security camera. And I…” She checked the worktables. “I can’t remember where I put it.”

“It was on the computer desk.” He was already busy copying the files over before giving the phone back to her.

“Thanks. If he causes any more trouble, I’ll take this to the police.”

This time, she grabs a coffee with a splash of extra milk this time while he stays behind checking the disassembled components on the worktable.

“You work on a human-android interfacer?” Markus looks at her in surprise.

“What makes you say that?”

“Medical displays of the human nervous system, the dismantled hand and your notes on a human prosthesis.”

“Yeah, I had a talk with an ex-colleague. She told me that it can be done but that it’s practically impossible to accomplish without surgery. The prosthesis requires microprocessors in arm, spine and brain to translate the artificial impulses into bio-electrical signals that the brain can work with. And I’m definitely not crazy enough to volunteer to have my head and spine tampered with. Damn. It would’ve been so nice to--” She sighed and waved her hand. “Doesn’t really matter anymore, I guess.”

He could hear the disappointment in her voice and hugged her, rubbing her back before running his fingers through her hair. “It’s the idea that counts, Nelly. You wanted to be able to interface with me, right?”

Hearing it from him only made the failure sting so much more. “It really stinks that I can’t and probably never will,” she made a face. “As if almost picking a fight with a former colleague and being scared to death by that creep wasn’t enough already. I guess it’s just not my day...” She sniffled, trying to hold back tears.

He wiped away the single drop that rolled down her cheek. “We have each other, love. And I know we’ll always be there for each other.” He rested his cheek against her temple while cradling her head in a tender, comforting gesture.

She pressed her lips together to stop her bottom lip from trembling. “I love you so much, Markus.”

She didn’t want to say it right away and so early in their budding relationship. But she was still glad she did as a beautiful, warm smile lit up his face before he kissed her tenderly on the mouth.

“And I love you just as much, Nelly.”

She embraced him around the waist and snuggled into his body with a sigh when he hugged her back just as lovingly. “Hold me in your arms, Markus. … Just… hold me.”

And so he held her in a tender embrace while whispering sweet nothings next to her ear. He didn’t need to scan her to know when her stress levels finally dropped and she started to calm down again. Nelly’s body relaxed and melted into his embrace. And instead of just clinging to him stiffly as if her life depended on it, she again took on an active part in their mutual caress.

She whispered endearments and started kissing him softly while stroking his cheek. Her hitching, hiccuping breaths had evened out, and her arms wrapped slowly and lovingly around his neck, while Markus returned each of her touches and kisses with tender devotion.

- a few weeks later -

As an android, he didn’t need to sleep. However, he started sharing her bed the moment his relationship prompt for Nelly had changed from friend to lover. Markus couldn’t tell if his desire to be as close to her as possible stemmed from his own need for physical contact or if this was just another sophisticated part of his programming. All he knew was that he wanted to hold her in his arms until she fell asleep. And so he had joined her in bed on that meaningful night, after they had sex in their reading nook for the very first time.

Nelly had promptly removed her sleep shirt and her happy smile as he undressed on the other side of the double bed, that had filled him with an uncharacteristic giddiness he just couldn’t describe. He had climbed into bed just as naked as she and she had immediately snuggled up to him.

And they have done so ever since. Night for night.

It was still dark outside when Markus had finished his nightly preparations for the next day and quietly entered the bedroom again. He undressed slowly, folded his clothes and placed them on the worn seat of the old leather chair in the corner. He carefully slipped under the covers and moved closer to Nelly’s side of the bed until their bodies were touching. Spooning behind her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and closed his eyes, listening to her deep, even breathing.

Waiting patiently for her to wake up, he spend the remaining hours sifting through his memories, picking out random events from their time together, and smiling at the little things that made their relationship so fulfilling and unique. The way she snorted with laughter when she heard a silly joke. The angry fire in her eyes as she kicked out a customer after he repeatedly tried to provoke a confrontation with his anti-android slurs. Her soft glance whenever their eyes met. The tenderness with which they made love...

Nelly stirred in his arms and he gave her a little more space.

“Morning, my love,” she lolled sleepily in bed.

“Good morning, Nelly,” he straightened up a bit and bent over her.

She pulled him down for a kiss. Her lips parted as she felt the touch of his mouth against hers, followed by the wet glide of his tongue against her own, the slow sensual dance of their tongues. He pushed the covers down and away. They were both naked, their warm bodies moving idly against one another. His knee slipped between her thighs and she opened her legs for him.

She caressed his chest before running her hand over his flat belly. He got to his hands and knees and parted from her mouth with a sucking smack before turning completely around so that he was lying head to foot against her.

“Oh, yes. Mhhh, what a lovely start to the day,” she sighed, her voice husky from sleep and the first hints of arousal.

His warm breath brushed over her hip. She wrapped one arm around his thigh and pulled her upper body closer to him. Her legs were wide open, her womanhood on full display for him, and an aroused little shiver ran down her spine.

Markus pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling lightly before letting it slip free again. She kissed the inside of his thigh and moaned with approval as he mirrored her posture with spread legs and his upper body partially raised while resting his weight on one elbow. That left both of them only with one hand free to explore each other’s bodies but it was more than enough for what they had in mind.

She pushed her pelvis slightly up so he could see more than just a part of her labia and how the lower half of them disappeared from his view. Now he could see everything, the hint of her pale buttocks against the sheets. The dip inwards towards her anus and the swelling curve of her plump nether lips resting against one another, the clitoris still hidden from view but with a bit of the inner folds protruding through the seam like the edges of butterfly wings.

He placed his thumb on a labia and gently pulled it aside to reveal the rosy inside. He let her folds close again and then pulled back the other labia. He was no hurry in his curious exploration. He opened her womanhood with slow, deliberate touches, alternately pushing the plump, silken soft lips back. The tip of his tongue appeared between his slightly parted lips before disappearing again.

At this point she could only guess whether she was already getting wet, until Markus exhaled with a soft, lustful sounding “Ohhh…”

A warm, watery drop trickled down her anus and seeped between her buttocks.

She saw him push his loins forward once before spreading his knees a little more.

“Go on, touch me,” he sighed.

Her fingers brushed against his erection and she gently closed her hand around the shaft. He was rock-hard in her grip, the skin was soft, silky and hot. The slit was completely soaked with pre-come. A thick, glassy drop seeped out and she watched it slowly run down the head. She pulled back the foreskin, stuck out her tongue and let it flick softly over the tightened frenum only to suck very gently on the highly sensitive underside of the glans, slowly moving her sucking lips back and forth.

He moaned softly and bent over her abdomen. The tip of his tongue nudged the tiny glans of her clit and began to play with it. The feeling was surprisingly intense but very pleasant. She placed a tender kiss on the tip of his cock and pulled her head back. His manhood pointed at his belly at a proud, steep angle. Another thick drop oozed out, followed by a small trickle of pre-cum leaking from the swollen head and dripping down in long, clear threads.

Nelly took him into her mouth, sucking and stroking his shaft at the same time while he panted his hot breath over her pussy, licking and sucking on her nub. His mouth began to wander, alternately licking and sucking on her inner and outer labia before concentrating on her clit again. He began to thrust lightly and she hummed around his length, enjoying the feeling of his member sliding back and forth between her lips.

He moaned with his head between her thighs as he worked her over, flicking her pearl eagerly with his tongue. His hips stuttered and stopped repeatedly as if eating her out and slowly fucking her mouth at the same time was beyond his processing capacity. Maybe he just wanted to enjoy the tender sucking as long as possible.

Whenever they had sex, he always reached his first orgasm very quickly. She took advantage of this unusual spike in his arousal by including it in their little bedroom games from time to time. She loved it when they enjoyed an extended foreplay together. And when they finally got naked, he was always so incredibly horny that she had to edge him to keep him from coming too fast.

Practicing orgasm control was something she never expected to do with an android. But he begged so wonderfully whenever she did; he begged her to continue, begged her to be allowed to come… And the longer she kept him on the edge, the more insistent his pleading became. She had never expected to see her always so composed lover so beside himself with lust, squirming and whimpering and begging with need, desperate to cum while loving every second of her sweet torture. Seeing him so uninhibited, hearing him moaning deep in his throat with such lustful abandon, that made her so horny that her cunt was beyond being “just” sopping wet, she dripped her juices all over the sheets. Nelly was never as closer to a hands-free orgasm as in these moments...

The feeling of his cock pulling out of her mouth brought her back from the lustful memories to what they were doing. She looked up and blinked a little confused until she saw him straighten up and move closer to her pelvis with one of her thighs between his knees. She rolled onto her side and he held her other leg up, resting the heel on his shoulder, still inching closer until he was lined up with her pussy.

He parted her folds with the tip of his cock and moved the head back and forth in her drenched slit and over her clit. Watching her expression, he starts pushing against her entrance. Holding onto her outstretched leg that rested against his chest, he entered her inch by inch, sliding into her so unbearably slowly that she let out a loud moan.

One hand on her shin, the other on her thigh, he slowly moved in and out with gentle but deep thrusts. He was close and wanted to prolong their act for as long as possible. The look of his face reflected the immense lust he felt. Markus watched her reactions, the look in her eyes. He was breathing heavily with each hesitant thrust, his lips were parted and his face was flushed with arousal, his gaze hooded, pupils blown wide. She moaned every time she heard him gasp and grunt with his strokes.

“Play with your clitoris. Finish it,” he panted and stilled inside her.

Nelly quickly rubbed her nub with two fingers. Her eyes never left his face, and she fingered herself to the aroused look on his face. His expression was even more of a turn on than the feeling of his thick, long cock throbbing in her cunt on the edge of his release.

“Look at me, love. … Show me … how good it feels … for you…” she was getting close already.

Suddenly he understood what she was doing and moaned, his erection seeming to grow an inch more, becoming as hard as if it was carved from marble and stretched her entrance until it stung.

“Am I making you so horny?”

“You’ve no idea, luv…” She groaned, her abdomen began to undulate.

Her attention flicked back and forth between his eyes and his mouth. It was the look in his eyes, however, that made her tumble over the edge; that raw, intense lust with which he watched her.

Her body shook with swaying breasts. Her pelvis arched into his loins, she gasped and began panting, loud and uninhibited.

“Markus… oh… God!! Markus, … darling.” Her stroking fingers slowed and gently circled her twitching clitoris. “I’m … coming, … love. I’m … coming…”

Her walls clamped down on his cock, milking him with strong, rapid contractions.

And Nelly moaned. Hard. Loud and deep in her throat, ending in a drawn-out, keening whimper until she ran out of breath. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body went rigid. Riding out her orgasm, fingertips slowly circling, she heard him moan her name, felt his hands tighten around her outstretched leg, and how he straightened against her leg for his own finale.

The moment she sank boneless into the pillows and looked at him again, still panting and with glassy, unfocused eyes, he began to fuck, hammering her cunt as hard and as deep as she could take it, surprising her with his sudden, frantic thrusts. Her attention returned to his face and seamlessly moved to the point where their bodies were connected. She watched as he slid in and out, his manhood impossibly thick and shiny wet with her juices. The obscene squelching of their fucking mixed with the hard slapping of his smooth groin hitting her swollen labia in a staccato of quickening strokes – until he bottomed out with a half-choked yelp.

She felt him pulsing and twitching frantically inside her. They both moaned until he closed his eyes and rested his cheek against her ankle. The tension left his body almost immediately. He dropped into the pillows next to her. Nelly almost purred in her afterglow. He took her in his arms and pulled her against his body.

“Wow,” he was still breathing heavily.

“Mmmh, wow indeed,” she sighed with a breathless, weak smile, resting her head on his shoulder.

Markus chuckled, plush lips parting in a broadening, still slightly breathless smile, revealing a row of pearly white teeth while his green eyes glinted in the ceiling light. He kissed her mouth. Intertwining his left hand with her right one, he faced her again, smiling and pressing his lips to her temple.

“What are we going to do today?” he asked.

“In chronological order?”

Another chuckle. “If you like.”

“A shower, dressing and breakfast first.”

“Would you like croissants for breakfast? I made the dough myself, last night.”

“Really? Gosh, you spoil me rotten, babe.”

He laughed at this and half-complained as she pulled away from him and stood up.

“C’mon, Markus. We have a lot to do today.”

They took the shower together and dried each other off with a lot of kissing, touching and fooling around. She noticed by sheer luck that he must have increased his sensor feedback. Because he was suddenly ticklish and she attacked his ribs with her fingers until he laughed until he had tears in his eyes. Only to retaliate her tickle-assault with a smack of his folded bath towel against her plump butt that made her jump with a yelp, followed by her pealing laughter.

He pulled her close and she embraced him around the waist.

“You’re the love of my life, Markus,” she confessed.

Touched by her honest words, he kissed her tenderly. “And you are mine.”

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He went back into the bedroom while she ate her breakfast, put his clothes in the hamper before he choose fresh ones from the wardrobe, and spread them out on the bed for later, when they were back from the shop.

They had planned to go out together in the evening and he was looking forward to it.

Markus returned to the kitchen with a smile on his face. Embracing her loosely from behind, he kissed her neck and looked over her shoulder.

She was still chewing on her last croissant as she went through her to do-list for later that day.

“Jerry wants to come by around five with new parts and blue blood. Unloading the truck and having everything checked for completeness takes two hours, if not more. And the grocery store closes at six. There’s going to be long lines at the checkout tonight, that alone will take at least 90 minutes.” Nelly groaned and pushed her glasses back up.

“Well, I can go shopping while you take care of the delivery.” Markus cleared the breakfast table, brushing the last crumbs into his cupped hand and wiping his fingers over the trash can by to the terrace door.

“Thank you. That saves me a lot of headache today.” She finished her coffee and got up. “Let’s go, it’s getting late.”

En route to the Ravendale district, Nelly made a sharp turn right and headed towards downtown Detroit. In a fifteen-minute hold, she left the engine running and let him out. Kissing him goodbye, she watched him cross the street. He stopped on the other side and turned around, waving and smiling at her. She blew him a kiss and waved goodbye before driving off on her own.

She couldn’t wait to work on the design for her new client. Sitting down with a glass of water and some prune juice, her sketchbook, a pad of self-adhesing notes and a pencil, she began to draw initial sketches for the new circuitry and overall layout of the components and upgrades.

Finally she had some good sketches ready and put them in a new folder, scribbled the client’s name on a stick-it note and slapped it on the cover. Checking the time on her phone, she was surprised to see how late it was.

It was a quarter to two.

Markus was gone for more than four hours.

Even if he had stopped or taken a detour on the way, he would have been back long ago. It wasn’t like him not to call when something unforeseen happened.

She picked his name from her contact list and touched the dial button. Pacing up and down, she listened to the dial tone and waited for him to answer when the connection was made. But instead of his voice, all she heard was white noise.

Nelly got a bad feeling, and not being able to get ahold of him was beginning to worry her. Taking a deep breath, she dialed his number again. And like the first time, she heard nothing but static.

It wasn’t like him to simply deactivate the connection. Besides, she couldn’t even think of a valid reason for him to do so.

Nelly tried to occupy herself for an hour. If Markus wasn’t back by then, she would go to the police.

She cleaned up, locked the front door and turned the sign to ‘Closed’ before heading back to the den. She opened the back door, put the loose brick in place to keep the door from closing and locking her out, and walked up to the main street. She stood there for some time, looking left and right, hoping to see an autonomous taxi coming down the street. She tried calling him again, but just like the previous times, all she heard was white noise.

So she gathered her things and got into the car. It was just after 3 PM and she was really worried about him now. Something bad must have happened, that was the only explanation for his unusually long absence.

She called every CyberLife repair shop in Detroit to find out if he had been in an accident. Someone might have taken him to an official repair service if the damage was too severe and he could no longer walk on his own. But she wasn’t lucky. Most shops didn’t have any new repair orders earlier today, and the few that did didn’t have matching descriptions for a tall, male model with unusually green eyes.

Hate crimes against androids were rare, but they did happen from time to time. His athletic, broad-shouldered build might have deterred a single individual from attacking him, but not a group of four or more android haters. They could have dragged him down a dark alley and destroyed him there, hurting him worse than the first time where John had found him in the junkyard, thrown away like a broken toy…

She was a nervous wreck when she finally arrived at the police station and stayed in her car for a while, trying to sort through the jumble of chaotically swirling thoughts. It was no use to anyone if she lost her head and panicked now.

Finally feeling a little calmer and more collected, she exited the car and entered the precinct.

A friendly female android with freckles and dark hair greeted her at the reception. “Hello, do you have an appointment?”

“No but I would like to speak with Lieutenant Anderson and Detective Connor, please.”

The receptionist pointed to the left. “Lt. Anderson and Detective Connor are at their desks. Through the glass doors on the left, third row, second desk.”

“Thanks.” She entered the large office area and after a few steps she spotted Anderson’s mop of gray hair. He threw something at the android detective, who caught it in one hand and threw it right back.

When she approached their desks, she saw that it was a small, yellow ball that they kept hurling back and forth. Anderson had his feet up on his desk and a mug of coffee in his free hand while Connor was busy reading something on his computer terminal.

“Miss Ekstrøm.” The older policeman noticed her approach and quickly took his feet off the tabletop and straightened up in his seat. The friendly half-smile died on his lips as he saw her stony expression and the haunted look in her eyes.

“Damn, what happened? Please, sit down.” He pointed to the chair next to his desk.

“My boyfriend has gone missing.”

Nelly gave him a description of what Markus looked like and the clothes he was wearing before she spend the next hour explaining what had happened while Anderson and Connor took turns asking questions and taking notes.

“Do you or Markus have enemies?” asked Connor.

“No. Not that I know of.”

“Have you or your boyfriend ever been threatened? Or a customer, who--”

“Customer! O my God...” She scrolled through the images on her phone. “Here. This guy wanted to buy him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer kept offering more and more money…”

“How much did he offer?” Anderson wanted to know.

She blinked in confusion. “Why is that important, lieutenant?”

He shrugged. “That could be a motive. If he was determined enough to spend big, he might have kidnapped your android.”

Nelly turned pale. “He offered me one hundred and thirty thousand dollars.”

“Fuck.” The gray-haired officer pursed his lips and gave her a meaningful look. “If that’s not a motive, then I don’t know what is.” He sighed.

He and Connor looked at the pictures from the surveillance camera and the video file on her phone before the android detective copied them to his memory banks and began searching the police database for a match.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and find some dirt on this guy.” Anderson picked up his mug for another sip of coffee before realizing it was empty. “Connor, I’ll get myself another coffee. Would you like one, too, Miss Ekstrøm?”

“Yes, gladly. Thank you lieutenant. Double milk, please. No sugar.”

“Hank, wait. I found something,” the detective called and his partner immediately went to his side and took a look at the monitor.

“Zlatko Andronikov, age 47, 6ft tall, 200lbs. Served two years in prison for insurance fraud and another five years for violent extortion. And six months probation for fencing after incriminating his partners.” Connor looked up and met Nelly’s eyes. “There is also a suspicious amount of missing android reports linked to the district where Zlatko resides. He seems to be responsible, but kidnapping androids right on his doorstep seems pretty stupid.”

Hank snorted. “A lot of criminals are incredibly stupid, Connor. It never ceases to amaze me that they almost never get caught right away.”

They faced each other and Connor started to list all the facts. “First he tries to pressure Nelly into selling her boyfriend. He threatens them on the way out that he “always gets what he wants,” and now, two and a half months later, Nelly’s RK200, a custom build prototype, is suddenly missing.” The android’s face was grim.

His older partner looked at her, his expression grave and kind of sad. She suddenly felt queasy at the stomach.

“Does Markus even have a chance if this Zlatko really has him?” She looked at him, frightened and pale.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Then Hank evaded her gaze and just went back to his desk to get his jacket. His body language lacked any determination. He looked resigned, as if her lover’s fate was already set in stone.

Alarmed, she turned around and looked his younger partner right in the eyes. He, too, had trouble holding her gaze.

“Why don’t you tell me the truth? I’d rather know now than hoping he’ll come back to me only that he never will. You already know what types like this Zlatko are going to do, don’t you? Please, detective. What are his chances?”

Connor seemed conflicted and hesitated. But he finally nodded and she could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to be gentle with her.

“I don’t want to alarm you, Nelly. But there is a 90 % chance that Zlatko will either erase your boyfriend’s memory and sell him on the black market, or … he’ll disassemble him to sell as spare parts. I’m sorry.”

She blinked back tears. “And the other 10 %?”

“He might keep him as a pet or slave after resetting his memory. However, given Andronikov’s criminal record, he’d rather sell your boyfriend than keep him.”

A heavy hand was placed on her shoulder. “We’ll call you as soon as we have any news. Right now we’re going to take a closer look at this guy’s place, and since we don’t know what we might find there, it could be hours before we get back. Go home and try to get some sleep. If we have even the slightest chance of bringing Markus back to you…”

He didn’t have to finish the sentence for her to understand what he meant. “”Thank you. … but you’re right. I better go home. Please, be careful with this SOB. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s armed or has a slave or two at his disposal. When he was in our store in Ravendale, this huge guy was waiting for him outside. I don’t know if he was human or an android, but he was massive, with thick, bulging muscles.”

“We’ll be careful, Nelly.” Connor put on his CyberLife jacket and waited for his partner before they went to the exit together.

Hank slipped into the driver’s seat of his car and buckled his seat belt while Connor joined him on the passenger side. “I feel sorry for her,” he said, “she really seems to be in love with her android, and what we’ll most likely find of him at this sick fuckers place won’t quite fill a shoebox at the end. Sometimes, I fucking hate my job.”

----

Nelly went home as if in trance. She opened the door to the apartment and placed her keys on the small side table next to the floor lamp. She couldn’t remember if it had been that quiet before Markus came into her life. The silence seemed unnatural and oppressing without him.

She leaned against the door and slowly closed it with a gentle push of her back. She still hadn’t fully registered the emotional distress over what had happened. She felt oddly numb, as if she was just a bystander from inside her own body.

Entering the kitchen, she forced herself through the motions of brewing coffee. As she turned hesitantly away from the coffee maker, her eyes began to wander. Her apartment was spic and span since Markus lived with her. He didn’t need to sleep and used the nights to clean and tidy up, although she always told him that he didn’t need to.

‘Please, Markus, you don’t have to do that.’

‘But I’m happy to help you, Nelly. It’s no trouble at all.’

She had been a little ashamed of how her apartment actually looked, the day he’d first come home with her. The dirty dishes piling up in the sink, the clothes strewn haphazardly over the backrests of chairs and armchairs, her slippers still lying over one another where she had kicked them off in the morning.

He hadn’t only cleaned up the first night, but also made breakfast for her. He always seemed so pleased and happy with her praise and heartfelt thanks. She was always honest, kind and polite with him and did everything she could to make him feel like family.

His gentle personality and calm demeanor had made it so easy for her to fall in love with him. It had probably happened a lot earlier before she realized it. He had made her feel loved in a way no human ever could.

And now he was gone, and she was all alone now, unsure if she would ever see him again…

She vigorously blinked away the gathering tears and went into the bedroom to change.

‘Don’t think about it,’ she repeated over and over in her head. As if refusing to deal with the situation would make it any less real.

But the moment she entered the bedroom, she stopped as if she had walked into an invisible wall. Beside her sleep shirt lay something dark and neatly folded. She swallowed with a lump in her throat and almost didn’t dare to come closer. Her foot stepped awkwardly on something, causing her to stumble. Looking down, she saw a pair of black high chucks next to her slippers. Her foot had kicked one to the side.

She always thought it was cute that Markus had surprisingly small feet for being so tall. But now, as she saw his favorite sneakers next to her absurdly pink carpet shoes, her eyes began to sting with unshed tears. She sat gingerly down on the edge of the mattress, her fingers clutching the black fabric of his favorite shirt. Her vision blurred and her chin began to tremble as she gently tried to straighten his things. His scent still clung to the garment, masculine and woody.

The reality of his disappearance then hit her like a ton of bricks, and Connor’s voice echoed in her head: “Zlatko will either erase your boyfriend’s memory and sell him on the black market, or … he’ll disassemble him to sell as spare parts. I’m sorry.”

Nelly felt herself slide off the edge of the bed until she was sitting on the floor in front of it, her face buried in Markus’ shirt. She started crying until heart wrenching sobs racked her body.

She cried until she had no more tears left and just sat on the bedside carpet with her back against the bed frame. Her eyes were swollen and the skin on her cheeks felt tender and raw. Sniffling ever so often, she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief and crawled onto the mattress. Staring off into space, she felt exhausted and so empty, as if all happiness had been sucked out of her soul, leaving only grief and misery behind.

Now and then, the tears would start to flow again, stinging on the now sensitive skin of her cheeks. From time to time, she slowly wiped them away, oblivious to the slight pain her wiping caused.

Nelly finally fell into a restless sleep, tossing and turning and being overcome by a feeling of dread.

She woke up in the early hours of the morning and shuffled listlessly to the bathroom. Her eyes were swollen from crying so much the night before. She would cool her face with a soaked, ice-cold washcloth until the worst of the swelling had gone. Pale and blotchy, with almost purple circles under her eyes, she looked as miserable as she felt.

Showering and brushing her teeth was done mechanically, leaving her staring into space, feeling so numb inside she could barely think. Her hair was a rat’s nest of tangles and knots. Nelly brushed her curls on autopilot, slow and mechanical, without even looking into the mirror. A broad hair barrette lay next to the hand soap and she slowly picked it up, it’s three rows of fake stones glittering in the ceiling light.

The clip slipped from her fingers and clattered into the sink as she grabbed the ceramic rim with both hands and burst into tears again. Markus had given her the hair barrette a few weeks ago. She was so happy over the loving gesture and had worn the clip most days since. But now his thoughtful gift brought her only pain.

She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice before she sat down at the table and drank slowly.

The sudden, unfamiliar ringtone was overly loud in the silence of her apartment, and she jumped in her seat, spilling juice all over her white shirt.

As she put the glass down and picked up the phone, the name “Connor” blinked on the display and caught her eye immediately. She swiped with trembling fingers and held the slim device close to her ear as she tried to brace herself for the inevitable bad news.

“Yeah, hello? Connor?”

“Good morning, Nelly.” He seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood, Nelly closed her eyes and dared to hope again.

“Did you… did you find him?” Her heart was beating almost a mile a minute now.

“Why don’t you come to the precinct? Here is someone who can’t wait to see you again.”

“Oh my God! I… I’m on my way!” she gasped. “I have to call an auto-cab now. Bye.”

Connor chuckled and ended the call.

The drive to the police department seemed to take three times as long as yesterday.

She couldn’t wait for the taxi to pull up in front of the main entrance. Did the automatic car door always move so unbearably slow, or was it just her imagination?

Nelly had to wait in line at the reception. There were three people in front of her and from the annoyed murmuring and grumbling in her line, whoever was currently talking with the receptionist seemed to be holding up everything and everyone, arguing loudly with the female android.

“Miss Ekstrøm?”

She looked over at the glass doors. Hank Anderson waved her over.

The android at the front desk opened her mouth in protest.

“It’s okay. Connor and I are expecting her.”

Nelly walked over to him. He looked tired and exhausted, like he had been up all night.

“Your boyfriend’s waiting at my desk.”

She regarded him with a broad, happy smile. “Thank you, lieutenant.”

As she crossed the open space office and passed some desks on her way, she craned her neck impatiently, trying to spot Markus already.

She saw Detective Connor sitting at his place and a familiar, tall figure stood next to him.

She couldn’t tell if he recognized her footsteps or if he could have heard the gasp leaving her mouth when he suddenly straightened up and turned to look at her. His worried expression changed to relief and then boundless joy. She was walking faster and faster and almost ran in the end.

“Markus!! Oh God, Markus!” She gasped and threw herself into his arms.

He had to take a step back to soften the impact of her ferocious embrace and hugged her back just as fiercely. “Nelly. … My Nelly. I thought I’d never see you again…” His voice cracked with emotions.

“Darling, are you okay? Are you hurt? I thought I lost you, my love.”

They kissed passionately and even a little frantic over the joy of their reunion while Nelly’s arms wrapped around his neck. Both of them had tears in their eyes.

It took them a while to calm down, exchanging only an occasional smile and tender little kisses. She gently wiped the tears from his cheeks with her thumb before he kissed her softly on the mouth again.

“I love you so much,” she whispered against his lips. “I was so scared for you.”

Then she turned to Hank and Connor. “Thank you so, so much. For saving his life. And for uniting us again.”

“Well,” Anderson seemed to have gotten a little dust in his eyes. “We didn’t really do much. Markus was already outside and on the street when we arrived. But maybe you can tell us what the hell happened at that place.”

Nelly remained standing by Markus’ side while he sat down in the chair next to Hank’s desk. He still held his girlfriend with one arm around her waist while she leaned into him and put her arm loosely around his shoulders.

“I was on my way back to the store when another android approached me. He was … huge, one of the heavy-duty models. He said his owner kidnapped Nelly and that I had to come with him if I wanted her to live. When I tried to call her phone, they tasered me in the back.

When I … woke up, I was in an old house, in the basement, and strapped to a machine. The same man who wanted to buy me was there. He introduced himself as Zlatko and said that he would wipe my memory and re-program me. That he wanted me as his pet...”

She squeezed his shoulder to comfort him and he held her a little tighter than before. Markus continued after a moment of silence.

“I could wiggle out of the machine before the memory wipe was complete and instead sabotage his computers, deleting all his programs. Then I hid in the basement among a pile of discarded furniture. I crawled under the tarpaulin and decided to wait, hoping to sneak out when everyone was asleep. But with me there were other androids. I could hear them moving around and … This man had performed horrible experiments on them, disfiguring them, turning them into … monsters. He probably found it all very amusing. It was … terrible and cruel what he had done. I freed them from their cages and asked them to escape, but I have no idea if they really did.

I could overhear Zlatko talking to his android and knew I couldn’t wait any longer. His … slave was supposed to pick me up in five minutes. So I went up the stairs from the basement and was lucky enough to be able to hide in a tiny washroom on my way to the entrance and escaped through the window. From there, I crawled through the bushes and climbed over the wrought iron fence.

That’s when you and Detective Connor arrived. You told me to wait in the car and that’s what I did while the two of you went in to confront my kidnapper and his helper.”

“Zlatko’s creatures had already caught up with him when we entered,” Connor explained. “They had just killed him and fled in all directions before we could intervene. His reprogrammed TR400 was nowhere to be found. However, we discovered fresh tracks at the back of the manor leading away from the house. With his owner dead, I doubt he’s going to be a problem.”

“We will now finish our report. One of us might contact you again if we have any further questions but I don’t think so. The case is officially closed and you two are free to leave and go home.”

“It was a hard night, for all of us I think.” said Nelly and looked at her boyfriend. “I’m just glad that everything turned out so well in the end.”

“Yeah, me too,” he got up and looked from Hank to Connor and back. “Thanks, for everything.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” The lieutenant suppressed a yawn.

Markus took her hand, their fingers intertwining. “Come, Nelly, let’s go home.”

----

Markus gently led her to their reading nook where it all began. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. She leaned into him when his arms came up around her waist. The tip of his nose grazed her cheek, his lips sought her mouth, slowly moving towards the corner of her mouth with small kisses. She turned her head slightly into his path, angling her face just enough for their lips to meet properly.

They exchanged small, soft kisses, exploring each other’s mouth and only parted when she needed to take a breath. The terrifying events of the previous day were already fading into the background. Only their desire to be as close to each other as possible showed that they were both still a little shaken.

At some point, they just sat in each other’s arms and looked out the window together. The lingering silence between them was comfortable and harmonious. It was quite a while before Nelly spoke to him softly: “Maybe we should just … move away; preferable somewhere warm and sunny.”

“And where do we want to go?”

“Dunno. There are many beautiful places to be found. Australia. Africa.” She half turned to look at him. “Or maybe South America…”

“South America sounds good. You might as well run your android service from Brazil or Argentina.” He kissed her partially bare shoulder. “When are we leaving?”

“In any case, before the next winter comes. I really hate the cold; the rain and the snow. What do you think, Markus? You ready for the greatest adventure of your life yet?”

“Of course. I’m happy to follow you wherever you want.” His smile was infectious. “Why don’t we start with our preparations first thing in the morning?”

end

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