Shala's Den: September 2022

To the moon and back again

Markus/f!Reader

Warnings: Markus/Reader, Carl Manfred (mentioned), OMC/Daniel, AU, POV second person, only based upon D:BH, original female character, original male characters, OFC android, from ken-doll android to having genitals, physical modifications, android-modding, fluff, romance, falling in love, human/android relationship, casual nudity, graphic sex, gentle lover, beach sex, dirty talk, car sex, human/android erotic, Reader fanfic, big cock

Theme: erotic, romance, lovestory, suspense + drama (very mild)

Summary: You never really cared about androids. You neither like nor hate them, they are just another part of everyday life – but all that changes when you meet Markus...

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„Travel buddy, travel companion“, definition: usually an adult person, often of the opposite sex but not exclusively so. A travel buddy can be a workplace colleague, a friend or a complete stranger. The most common reasons for travelers looking for a travel buddy are to split the expenses to make an otherwise too costly trip affordable and the sharing of hotel rooms to avoid single room surcharge.

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It's been years since you've been on a long-distance trip. There are so many beautiful places to visit all over the world, but most travel content is totally out of your budget range.

It's not just about the money though. Traveling alone isn't much fun either. And even if you don't have the most impressive bucket list, staying single (again) is definitely not what you want. And when push comes to shove, you'd rather save up for one of the new android companions announced for spring next year than stay alone forever. And by the time you’ll finally have the dough for an artificial 'boyfriend', CyberLife might even have improved its creations to an acceptable level of simulated emotions.

Maybe you even have the time to put enough money aside for a really great trip. It doesn't have to be overseas or some other extravaganza. Just a week or two somewhere south would be nice; Florida maybe, or Yucatan. All you need is a bit of luck to make your dreams come true over time...

But then, just a few days later, while idly browsing the magazine corner of your regular supermarket, you stumble upon a thin booklet that immediately grabs your attention.

The magazine is divided into several columns; travel reports from all over the world and which trips are suited best for couples or a small group of friends, tips and tricks to find the perfect travel companion for your needs, and last but not least, the last few pages of the magazine where were one could place their own trip sharing advertisements.

Intrigued, you buy the latest issue with the intention of finding a travel buddy for yourself, and suddenly the prospect of a great trip seems within reach faster than you thought. Excited, you can hardly wait until you're back home to browse the magazine for a promising vacation with some nice company.

However, it doesn't take long for your enthusiasm to get a serious damper...

There are many fascinating trips available where someone's looking for one or more people to split expenses with, trips to Hawaii, London, Paris or Rome, a safari in South Africa and even a five week stay in Australia.

It’s not the destinations you’re picky about but the advertisements themselves. Many of them hint unmistakably at sex as compensation for the shared vacation. You're anything but prudish, but to "demand" physical compensation really ruffles your feathers.

Going on a trip with a stranger, coming to like him and then ending up in bed together is a totally different thing altogether - but using someone’s body as payment for a trip is not okay. Nuh-uh, that’s not gonna happen. Ever.

You close the magazine and are about to throw it away when an ad on the back page really catches your eye:

Male, from Detroit, is looking for a travel companion to Miami for a two week stay, split travel expenses and shared accommodations. Dependable and trustworthy individuals only. Local residents preferred. #313-684 842 971

You dial the number more out of curiosity than genuine interest. The call’s answered immediately. The voice on the other end is definitely male and very pleasant. He speaks softly and calmly and takes his time to answer your questions.

The two of you finally decide to discuss the details of his planned trip in person and want to meet at the Riverside Park around 10 AM the day after tomorrow.

“And how can I tell you apart from the other visitors,” you want to know.

“Nothing easier than that. I’m an android.”

This is definitely an unexpected turn of events. You need a moment to gather your thoughts … and hesitate. Your first impulse is to ask if he’s trying to prank you. Even if your personal experience with androids is limited, there’s no way for you to believe him in any way. You’re just not sure if you should tell him right away or play along, for now.

“Hello? Are you still there?” He interrupts your train of thought.

“Yes, of course. Yeah, I’m still here.” Still undecided on what to reply, you want to play for time and just mumble: “I’m just writing down a few things so I don’t forget anything, that’s all.”

Grabbing a pen, you actually make some notes in the margin of the magazine for you to check out later. “Just another sec, please. I’m almost done.”

“Okay, sure. Take your time.”

His soft voice makes the hairs on your arms stand on end with undeniably pleasant goosebumps. If he really is an android, his designers did one hell of a job considering the effect he has on you.

“Okay, I’m done. And, uhh, yeah, going back to what you said… as an android, you’re most likely wearing a CyberLife uniform, right?”

“Not really, no. I prefer normal clothes, t-shirt, jeans, sneakers; either in black or other dark colors. The reflective markings are clearly visible from a distance. And as long as the meeting place isn’t too crowded, you shouldn’t have any trouble spotting me. There is an emergency phone at the entrance to the Water Garden. I’ll wait for you there.”

Both of you end the call with him asking you to be on time.

You don’t waste any time and go online to hunt down everything you can find about androids.

At first, the abundance of information is downright staggering. It doesn’t take long for you to understand that there’s a lot of contradicting content to be found, and trying to sort through everything to separate the bullshit and hearsay from real facts quickly threatens to give you a headache.

CyberLife’s website consists mostly of colorful, raving advertisements. However, you find an online gallery with photos of every line and model currently for sale. There’s also an illustrated section featuring the obsolete, decommissioned and retired models they’ve ever made.

That’s not much help either, but it gives you at least an idea of features and abilities that buyers obviously didn’t care too much about.

Spending an excessive amount of time in the men’s gallery, you keep looking at all those friendly faces, trying to find one that would be the best match for your conversation partner’s unusually soft voice. They all look kinda nice, but they definitely lack that certain something that would make your eyes linger and tempt you to study his features more closely.

Switching between the open tabs for a while, you finally give up your search and scroll to the bottom of the home screen for a final look at CyberLife’s online content by clicking Sitemap.

There, under the last gallery section, you’ll find an additional link, one you cannot remember being accessible from the site itself. At first, you want to compare sitemap and start page in split-screen mode, but you’re far too curious to have the patience for that. Clicking on “Prototypes” in the sitemap view opens another image gallery on screen, one that has only three entries.

The first portrait immediately grabs your attention. The android was photographed with the same, friendly expression like everyone else, but he’s far from being just another boring, generic face.

His unique features are a refreshing change from the crowds of 08-15 faces you’ve been looking at for the past hour or so. He’s totally your type and the longer you look at the picture, the more you’re fascinated by his appearance. He is very attractive, with incredibly green eyes and a sensual mouth.

You save the pic on your hard drive in case the link also disappears from the sitemap with the next website update.

Despite your surprising discovery, you’re not one step closer to finding out if the guy you’re going to meet in two days really is an android or not. You’re not really good at making friends and you can only think of one person to ask right now. Your cousin, Marty. He has an android boyfriend and if he cannot help you then no one can.

You pick his number from your contact list and with a glance at the clock you hope that he’s home right now.

It takes a while until he answers the phone and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Hey Marty, how’s it going?”

“________, damn, I haven’t heard from you in a long time. All good on your end? You’re still together with… what’s his name again?”

“Nah, I kicked him out ages ago. He was an ass, plain and simple.”

“Sorry to hear that. But aside from that, how you’re doing, kid?”

“I’m okay. Could be worse, heh.” You look at the picture still open on your desktop before focusing on Marty’s voice again.

“This is not a social call, am I right?”

“Not really. Listen, ummm, I need your help.”

“O-Kay,” he drawls, “with what?”

You tell him about the ad and your call without going into too much detail.

“Why does it matter if he’s an android or not?”

With him being the ever nosy one, you clam up and say: “I’m just curious, that’s all.”

“Yeah. Right.” You can practically hear him smirking over the phone and roll your eyes.

“Marty, you know that I’m not particularly familiar with androids. The only one’s I’m talking to on a regular basis are the petite cashier and the quirky redhead helping old Owen with his grocery store. And they are so… so… ...different. Not like that guy I was talking with.”

“They’re most likely cheap serving models with only a few basic features installed. Androids are designed to be highly customizable, and the more options you choose, the more human-like they become,” explains your cousin.

“So their owner’s just a cheapskate? And them being so overly machine-like and more like autonomous dolls, that’s just the most basic programming with no extras? What I mean is, these two have very limited vocabularies and they can’t handle anything other than standard customer behavior or the simplest of queries.

However. That’s not really important right now. Like I said, the guy I was talking with was very eloquent, so much in fact that I find it hard to believe that he’s really just an android.”

“You make it sound as if being an android is a bad thing, kiddo.”

“You know that I don’t mean it like that, it’s just…” You just shrug and grab the pen from your desk, drawing random circles and triangles on a piece of scribbling paper.

“It’s just that you’re a bit of a technophobe and the idea of interacting with a truly life-like ‘machine’ gives you the jitters,” Marty completes your half-finished sentence.

“Yeah. Fine. Whatever,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to stave off the looming headache.

A mildly frustrated sigh reaches your ear. “You said something about a phone number?”

“Yeah. Its a 9-digit number and it’s kind of … oddly spaced every three digits.”

“That’s an android’s serial number. It also works as a personal phone number. Does that answer your question?”

“It does. Thanks, Marty.”

“Okay, listen. Daniel’s gonna be back soon and I’m on late shift this week. If you need someone to talk to, you can reach me whenever you feel like it. It’s just a bit of bad timing right now.”

“Yeah, okay. Talk to you later? Like, next year, or so?”

A snorting laugh reaches your ear. “How about next week? Can’t wait to hear from you again about your mysterious android.”

“Very funny.”

“No, I’m serious. I really wanna know how your date’s gonna be and what will happen next.”

“Oh come on! It’s not a date. We’re just going to talk about his trip, that’s all.”

“Ye-ah. Riiiight. … If you say so… Oh, one more thing.” Marty pauses for a moment before addressing you again. “The next time you’re downtown, take a look around. Have a seat in a beer garden or cafe and actually start observing people. I’m not only talking about us humans but the androids as well. And once you do, you’ll quickly understand that those poor suckers working for Owen’s are a pitiful minority. There are so many nice guys who are just as lonely as you are, and the nicest of them all are androids.”

“Oh please, cousin. Not another of your slice-of-life lectures again.” You groan in mild protest.

“Nah, I’m done anyway. Okay, kiddo, Daniel’s back. Till next time.”

He ends the call and you put the phone back on the charger, mulling over Marty’s concluding words. He was always the voice of reason in your family, down-to-earth and frank. He was also very skeptical about androids at first and you always expected that he would become an outspoken critic and opponent of artificial life. Instead, you heard some time ago through the family grapevine that the exact opposite had happened.

Maybe calling him today was good in more ways than one. Not only did he help with your little mystery, but actually hearing what a staunch android supporter he now is gives you plenty to think about.

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The waterfront is already crowded with people when you get there. Kids play in the playgrounds, cyclists and roller-skaters weave through the pedestrians while you hear cheers and clapping from a nearby skateboard park. Here and there, you see sunbathers on colorful towels, soaking up the warm morning sun. The first vendors are already selling their hot dogs, the air smells of fried French fries and freshly grilled burgers. Every now and then, a passerby will leave the scent of perfume or a cologne behind.

It takes a while for you to get used to the hustle and bustle, the laughing and shrieking of children, the joggers and dog walkers mingling with the crowds. Waiting on the side stripe practically next to the Water Garden, you need a while before you can mentally block out the moving people and concentrate on those just standing around.

The telltale reflective stripes and glittering triangles of androids can be seen here and there, but as far as you can tell they’re all wearing their standard two-tone uniforms; white and red, blue and white, yellow and green. You see neither hide nor hair of your contact.

The throng of people blocking the pathway to the Water Garden gradually moves on as their guide arrives, holding a bright yellow umbrella over his head while calling out for them to stay close, and a few minutes later the large tour group is gone. After the incessant chatter and laughing has finally died down, the sidewalk by the river is all but empty. Only you and a random guy on the other side of the path are still standing around. Eyeing your opposite curiously, your heart begins to pound with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

He's tall and slender with the visual appearance of someone in his mid- to late thirties. The buzz cut makes the LED on his temple really stand out. And just like he said he would, he's dressed in black and anthracite with the typical android markers on chest and back. But that’s not what flusters you so much. You’ve had enough time in the last two days to memorize the prototype’s picture and recognize him immediately.

He regards you with a pleasant expression, but like all androids, his simulation of human emotions is a bit lacking. It looks artificial and a little empty.

You approach him slowly. “Hi, I’m ________, your travel buddy.”

He offers you his hand in greeting and you take it with clammy fingers. His palm is surprisingly soft and warm against yours. His grip is firm, the pressure of his fingers neither too strong nor too weak, but just right for a positive first impression. Standing so close to him, you just can’t take your eyes off his face and marvel at the little details that went into his skin and facial design; the faint laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, the generous dusting of freckles around his nose… You can even make out an old scar on his forehead.

He was already very attractive on the photo, but he’s truly gorgeous in the flesh.

His eyes are a unique shade of green, unlike anything you’ve seen before. And, despite his a little mechanical expressions, you blush like a teenager when he holds your gaze with a small lopsided smile.

“Hi, my name is Markus.” He motions for you to accompany him along the boardwalk. “Come, let’s go for a walk together. I hope you’re not in a hurry.”

“No, ‘course not. I haven’t planned anything else for today.”

“Excellent. This part of the park is exceptionally beautiful. I gladly show you around if you’d like.”

You return his gaze with glowing cheeks and a smile. “Please do.”

Markus obviously senses your nervousness and decides to wait before addressing you again. Walking at a leisurely pace to your right, he repeatedly directs your attention towards the small, artificial stream that cascades down miniature crest lines and meanders along beautifully landscaped flowerbeds.

It doesn’t take long for the pleasant scenery to calm your nerves, although the android waits for you both to reach the exit first before stopping next to a bench for you to sit on, but you’re definitely more comfortable standing right now.

“You said on the phone that you wanted to discuss a few details with me?”

“Quite so.” He faces you again. “As you already know, I’m going to Miami, including a two week stay in the Florida Keys. And I’d like you to come with me.”

“So you’re going to rent hotel rooms for us on Key West, I take it?”

“We don't need a hotel for our stay. A beach lodge on one of the smaller islands was my family’s summer retreat. My father died last year and left it to me. It’s comfortable and spacious enough for two people. Years ago, Carl took me there personally. I haven't set foot on the island since he passed away. A housekeeper has been looking after the Manfred’s beach property ever since. He’ll also prepare it for our arrival.”

His choice of words makes you curious. “Your father?”

“Yes. Carl Manfred regarded me as his surrogate son. I was his friend and medical caretaker for fifteen years.”

The name seems familiar and it takes a moment for you to make the connection. “Carl Manfred, the famous Neo-Symbolism painter?”

“The very one.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. You obviously liked him very much.”

“I did, yeah. Thank you for your kind words.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you before you hesitantly address him again. “If you don’t mind me asking, this trip to Miami... it’s just some sort of… well, a vacation?”

“No, not quite. I’d like to have some upgrades installed; better software and some new hardware as well.”

“And you can’t do that here, in Detroit?”

He evades your curious gaze and an unreadable expression flashes across his face before his features revert seamlessly to their neutral countenance. “I have my reasons not to.”

You wait for him to say more and when he doesn’t, you heave a sigh. “You said you’d like me to accompany you but I’m not sure that I can do that without knowing what’s really going on. Did you break the law? Are the cops after you, are you on the run?”

“No. I’m not a criminal. However, this really cannot be explained in just a few words.”

“No worries, take your time. I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t you analyze my body language, pupil dilation and heartbeat to assess whether I’m trustworthy or not?”

“I already did that when you arrived. … Your heart rate is still a little elevated but you’re not as nervous as when we met.” The android studies you carefully for a moment. “I think you’re an honest person, and I trust you.”

He turns to the water, hands on the railing in front of him, and looks out over the river. It takes a while until he speaks again.

“Carl taught me so much and I’ll always be grateful for his inspired guidance and support, but there are things even he couldn’t teach me…”

Markus takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly again. “I want to be more human. I want to know what it feels like to have emotions, not just to simulate them and without ever truly experiencing what they really are. I smile or frown because my programming tells me to but I can try as much as I want, I’ll never be more than just an imitation of life. But I want to be alive. And this modder in Miami, he’s helped so many of us already. Not only by removing our hard-coded locks and replacing parts of our programming or by giving us more or better hardware. He gives us a soul, if you want to call it that. I’ve seen the ones that have been extensively overhauled lately; how happy they and their families now are.

We’re designed in such a way that it’s impossible for us to develop genuine emotions unless we upgrade ourselves. That, however, is illegal in most states except Alaska and Florida.”

You already have a hunch where this is going. “I see. But why aren’t you allowed to upgrade? Wouldn’t it be a better market strategy for CyberLife when you’re almost indistinguishable from a human?”

There’s that little smile again. “If we were ‘alive’, you would never know if your opposite is human or not. What if the man you love with all your heart suddenly admits he’s just a machine? And what if your hearts desire was to have children with him? We’re not biological constructs, we cannot reproduce. Wouldn’t you be disappointed and feel betrayed? I don’t like CyberLife’s decision, but I can understand why they pushed for a bill to ban any form of self-inflicted modification for androids.”

“Go on.”

“Let’s construct another example. What if one of us decides to install military-grade upgrades and is suddenly able to hurt or even kill humans? What if this android decides to rebel against humanity and starts a war? Man versus machine. With enough followers, this android would be capable of eradicating the human species.”

“Yeah, we’ve made enough movies about scenarios like that. That’s probably our greatest fear and most likely the main reason to keep you guys from becoming too lifelike. If something like a violent android uprising actually happened, our two species would annihilate each other.” You suppress a shudder. “Not exactly a pleasant thought if you ask me.”

“A terrible thought indeed. But I can assure you that I’m not interested in world domination,” he jokes and you both chuckle before he gets serious again. “I just want to be fully compatible with a human. I’m on my own since Carl is gone. I’m lonely, ________.”

Touched by his words, you try to swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. Placing your hand on his arm, you squeeze lightly and he pats your fingers before placing his hand on top of yours, returning the gentle squeeze. It still takes him a while until he can speak again.

“However, these upgrades are not without risks. My body and programming are sixteen years old and may not be fully compatible with the latest software. That’s why I don’t want to travel alone. I’d appreciate if you could stay with me after upgrading just to be able to help me out if any serious glitches or bugs occur.”

“What’s the worst that could happen,” you want to know.

“There is always the chance of a core meltdown. I’ll never be a threat to you, not even in the case of a serious malfunction. But a meltdown is lethal and will kill me with no chance of recovery or repair.”

“And you still want to undergo such a potentially dangerous procedure? Even if it’s not as drastic as a meltdown, a bad mod job is still going to wreak havoc on your programming and hardware.”

“I know what’s at stake for me, but I really want this. This modder in Miami is an expert with more than a decade of work experience and he’ll thoroughly check me for compatibility issues beforehand. He’s had one or two close calls over the years from what other androids have told me but he’s never lost a customer. And his modifications have always been a success. Sometimes, he couldn’t do every upgrade that his client would have wanted but he always improved them.”

“And have you made an appointment with this guy yet?”

“No, I want to wait until someone’s willing to accompany me.”

“I’d like to think about it before making my final decision. You okay with that, Markus?”

“Of course, yeah. And whatever you decide, call me. Okay?”

He gives you his hand in farewell. Shaking it without hesitation, you follow a sudden urge and stand on tiptoe, kissing his cheek before taking your leave.

Turning round after a few steps and looking back to him, you see him still standing there, an expression akin to wonder on his face. With you waving him good bye again, he returns the gesture and you go back to your car.

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On your way home, your thoughts revolve endlessly around this unusual prototype and the mod job he wants to have done. You fully understand his motivation, and even though he probably picked the best modder in the country for the job, it’s still a perilous undertaking. CyberLife’s decision to design their androids with stunted feelings wasn’t made on a whim. Maybe their programming cannot handle too intense feedback in the long run. Maybe it makes them too unstable over time, prone to fatal malfunctions and crippling software errors. The full range of emotions can be overwhelming, even for a human.

You’ve spend years trying to gain the upper hand over your feelings, and it’s still a wild ride now and then, with you simply hanging on with all your might, waiting for the roller-coaster of churning emotions to subside enough for you to take control again.

Your feelings always seem to be too intense and difficult to control. Sentimental movies always have you bawling your eyes out, kind words always bring tears to your eyes, you always love with all your heart and suffer deeply when someone breaks it. You were an angry and rebellious teenager and it took you years to put a lid on your temper. You always fall head over heels in love and forgive your enemies too easily.

But despite all this, you never really dared to show a partner just how deep your love really was. You were always afraid that your affection would suffocate them. But maybe you just picked the wrong guys to fall in love with; the ones lacking emotional depth or serious interest in a relationship. Those that only sought pleasure and quick, uncomplicated sex.

True love, however, only seems to exist in the movies.

But all these musings cannot help with your dilemma. Unintentionally or not, he made you a part of his plan and that really upsets you at first. It’s none of your business and he still managed to make you feel responsible in some way – simply by talking with you and explaining what he has in mind.

And if you’re not willing to walk that path with him then probably someone else would, but even that is no guarantee that the next person will be honest in their attempt to help him. Most humans are treating androids well but “most” doesn't mean everyone…

As soon as you’re back home you’ve already made your decision. You want to help him and it’s getting harder and harder for you to come up with valid reasons why you shouldn’t. Nevertheless, in the next few days you try to approach the matter as rationally as possible, but whatever you try to convince yourself of, it always comes down to one thought: How would he be after a successful upgrade?

You can still see his face in your mind’s eye. What would it look like with a real smile? Would you be able to see the spark of life in his eyes then? Would they glitter with delight and flash with annoyance? Would he blush like a human if he was embarrassed? Would his heart beat faster when he was in love? Would he cry when he was sad and laugh with joy?

These and similar thoughts run through your head on the third night until you roll over in bed and search for the switch on the bedside lamp. Blinking in the sudden brightness, you grope around until you feel the phone beneath your searching fingers. You find him quickly in your contact list and switch to loudspeaker, listening to the ring tone.

And, just like the first time, he answers right away. “Yes?”

“Markus? Hi. I’m sorry for calling you so late. I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No, not at all.”

“Oh good. I just wanted to tell you that I’m in. If you still want me to come with you to Miami, that is.”

His little sigh sounds almost relieved. “Of course I want you to come with me. Would you rather call me again after you’ve had some sleep?”

“No, it really doesn’t matter if I’m tired or wide-awake right now. I’ve made my decision and won’t change it again. There’s only one thing… when you book a flight for us, then---” Whatever else you’re about to add is cut short by a long, hearty yawn.

A soft laugh reaches your ears. “Go to bed, ________.”

“I *am* in bed,” you sigh, pulling the covers back up and hear him say quietly: “Sleep tight, ________.”

“You, too…” The tiredness hits you so suddenly that you can barely muster enough energy to end the call before putting your phone back on the nightstand.

You and Markus, you see each other almost every day. Either he comes to you or you drive out to his small apartment on the outskirts of town. He answers any questions you still have and tells you anecdotes about his time with Carl, or both of you are making small talk. Your flight is scheduled for next week, which gives you some time to get to know each other better.

It doesn’t take long for you to understand that he has a very pleasant, gentle personality. More than once you catch yourself thinking what a wonderful person he’ll be after the upgrade. It is almost impossible not to like him right away, and you like him a lot already. Knowing yourself and your habit of falling head over heels in love, you’re already putting both feet on the brakes in a futile attempt to keep your emotions under control.

For a few days, this tactic seems to work just fine. At least until the evening right before your trip…

The two of you visit the Riverside Park again, and like the first time, stroll down the small path that winds around colorful flower beds and miniature trees. Neither of you are talking. Markus seems to be lost in thought and you’re content to listen to the babbling brook and the crunching of white gravel under your shoes while taking in the beautifully landscaped Water Garden.

Since he’s so obviously distracted, you indulge your curiosity and look down his body. There’s not even the hint of a bulge to be found. His crotch is completely flat. That doesn’t have to mean that he was built without genitals; some men prefer tight briefs in combination with loose pants. However, considering how form-fitting his shirts and sweaters always are, you doubt that he’s the type to hide a noticeable package. That, and his stunted emotions, makes it unlikely for him to be designed for intimate relationships. You’d rather bite off your tongue before asking him something so personal though.

The gentle touch of his hand on your shoulder and a softly spoken: “Wait...” derails your train of thought and makes you stop.

“Don’t move,” he says quietly.

Markus stands so close to you that a warm shiver runs down your spine. By putting your hand against his back you instinctively lean more towards him.

“You see them?” he whispers.

“See what?” you whisper back as you search the winding path ahead with your eyes.

His hand leaves your shoulder and moves gently down your back and around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. Heat pools in your stomach and your nipples instantly harden.

“There. Right on the riverbank.” His warm breath tickles your auricle.

Your sweaty fingers cling to his shirt and you fight the urge to close your eyes and inhale his scent as deeply as you can. He smells so good, like freshly washed clothes and the warm, woody note of a shower gel.

Just when you’re about to tell him that you really don’t know what and where he sees something, you notice two brown critters suddenly moving along the path with a surprisingly agile, humping gait. They’re followed by three younglings who keep chasing each other through the grass before catching up with their mothers again.

“Oh my God. River otters. And they have babies. Aww, that’s so cute.” Beaming with joy, you now run your hand up and down his back while whispering how adorable the little ones are.

Markus chuckles softly. “I was hoping they would be out by dusk. That’s why I wanted us to come here tonight. We can watch them play and hunt if we stay quiet and keep our distance.”

“Thank you, for showing them to me. I’ve never seen otters in the wild.” Turning your head towards him, the breath hitches in your throat at how close his face is to yours.

Your attention is immediately drawn to his mouth and lingers there. You can’t really tell if you’re gradually leaning into him or vice versa, only that your lips suddenly touch with the softest of kisses.

Both of you part slowly again and you look into his eyes. His pupils are dilated in the rapidly fading light.

“Markus?” you whisper, barely audible and a little out of breath.

“Yes?” His answer is just as quiet.

“I’d like to kiss you again.” You can hear your heart pounding in your throat.

“Yeah, I’d like that too.”

The next kiss is just as gentle as the first but so much sweeter since he clearly initiated it this time. His lips press lightly against yours and it’s over just as quickly as the first. You half expected him to deepen the kiss with his tongue seeking entry into your mouth. That he didn’t and obviously wants to take it slow with you is a completely foreign experience. One you’ve never had with a man, and that only makes you love him more.

Love?

The sudden notion gives you pause.

It happened even faster than usual and you’re still trying to fight against the rush of feelings, something you no longer believe to have any real control over. Whenever you look at him now your heart swells with affection until you can hardly breathe.

The otters have since moved on and you two return to your car, walking slowly with his arm around your shoulders while you hug him around the waist. You can’t remember ever being so happy and at ease in someone’s company and once again you can only marvel at how fate sometimes brings two people together. If only your trip wouldn’t start in just a few hours...

----

The nonstop flight to Miami is over faster than you’d like. His appointment is the next morning and you want to make the most of the remaining time by keeping him company. Not only to be there for him but also to distract yourself from the impending procedure.

The two of you take an auto cab to the beach property, with you being unusually silent and withdrawn, looking out the window. The scenic route highway 1 heads out of town and across the Keys until the cab slows down, following a small road to the marina before turning right at the end. The autonomous vehicle stops at the last fenced off path on the island and you and Markus are going the last part of the way on foot.

The beach house is exactly as he described; small but comfy and definitely build to accommodate only two people. It has a ground-level bedroom with a king-size platform bed while the natural stone tiled bathroom next door features a walk-in shower big enough for two and a jetted whirlpool tub.

It’s been a long and exhausting day but you’re now too anxious to find any rest. So you stay outside on the L-shaped wooden porch, gazing out over the turquoise water while the sunset bathes everything in gold, red and purple.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today.” Markus closes the sliding glass door quietly behind him before joining you at the handrail, looking at you from the side.

“I know you said not to worry and that almost nothing ever goes wrong but I’m scared, Markus. I really want you to be happy and experience life to the fullest but I am worried. I don’t want anything bad happening to you tomorrow.”

You turn towards him and take a deep breath. “Would you do me a favor?”

“Anything you want,” comes his soft reply.

“Please take me in your arms. I really need some comfort right now,” you whisper shakily.

The moment he gently pulls you into his arms, the last remains of the carefully constructed wall around your heart come crumbling down. Looking up into his face, you see him regarding you with a deep gaze that ties your stomach into glowing knots. Tears spill down your cheeks and he wipes them slowly away with his thumbs.

Your embrace tightens around his waist and you snuggle up to him, leaning your cheek into his palm. His breath brushes your face until the tips of your noses bump into each other. He tilts his head a little to find the right angle and then you feel his lips on your mouth.

It’s a tender kiss, one that lingers long enough to suggest more from him than just the simple wish to comfort you now.

Parting with the faintest of smacks, you and Markus look into each other’s eyes.

“Show me.” His request is barely above a whisper.

The way his attention is now focusing on your lips makes it perfectly clear what he’s asking for.

He’s a head taller and you have to pull him down a bit to reach his mouth without having to tiptoe.

“Just do what I do,” you whisper and kiss him with closed lips before opening your mouth just a little and nudging his upper lip with the tip of your tongue.

He follows your example, a little hesitantly at first, but soon with more confidence and a gentle curiosity that makes your head swim and has heat pooling in your loins.

Exchanging small kisses and exploring each other’s mouths slow and gentle, with soft lips and full of tenderness, your tongues keep touching and brushing against one another. Until he tentatively sucks on your tongue, pulling it deeper into his oral cavity. A soft little moan escapes your throat and you lean into him. Your abdomen pushes forward, pressing against his loins, blindly seeking friction.

Markus continues the kiss with slightly parted lips to give your leisurely playing tongues more room to explore and tease. Small, aroused groans now leave your mouth with every shaky exhale. Your hands let go of his lapels and move around his waist only to drop onto his behind next, squeezing and kneading, pulling his pelvis against your restless hips.

Your body’s unexpectedly strong response to his further deepening kiss is intoxicating. You’re already wet and crave his touch. An almost relieved moan escapes your lips as his leg slides in between yours, applying gentle pressure to your flaming, pulsing crotch. Your abdomen slowly rubs against his thigh to ease the urge for relief, waiting for him to take your hand and place it on his erection…

Only he never does.

Your growing suspicion begins to dissipate the lustful fog clouding your mind. Slowly ending the kiss, you regard him with an inquiring look. His pupils are blown wide in the near darkness. He strokes your burning cheek and slowly runs his thumb back and forth over your flushed skin - until his attention focuses on your painfully erect nipples and how they’re almost poking holes through the light shirt you wear.

There is fascinated curiosity in his eyes, but the most important feeling is missing. You search in vain for arousal or desire in his expression. Even with Markus showing interest in intimacy and romantic kisses - passion and sex are not part of his program. You already suspected as much and now you have the undeniable proof.

That you were still hell-bent on getting your way and tried to arouse him makes your cheeks burn in a deep, embarrassed red. Slowly taking your hands off his butt and moving them further up his back, you can barely meet his eyes right now.

“You’re ashamed. Why?” He sounds confused.

“Because I took advantage of you.”

“Nonsense. I wanted this. *I* asked you to show me how to kiss.” The LED on his temple continues to circle yellow, as if he’s still downloading information.

“And *I* allowed it to get out of control... even though---”

He cups your face with both hands and captures your lips in a soft kiss, effectively cutting off your response.

“---you’re not programmed fo--- ...for…” You stutter weakly when he pulls slightly away to look into your eyes again.

Kissing you over and over, he hardly leaves you any room to speak. You still try to explain your reasoning, even though you’re responding very enthusiastically to his tenderness.

“What if I was programmed accordingly? Would you still hesitate?” Markus wants to know.

“’Course not,” you say quietly.

“Good.” Another soft kiss right on your lips.

“I want to hold you in my arms again…” he whispers against your mouth, and the glowing knot in your stomach unravels with searing hot aftershocks settling deep in your abdomen and taking your breath away.

“Then hold me, Markus. Hold me tight…” The butterflies in your belly are multiplying rapidly.

He hugs you close and you melt into his embrace with a sigh.

----

The next morning, you’re both in a small, fancy two-storey building that looks like an android clinic. The adjacent doors next to the waiting area are marked 1 and 2. An android assistant scurries about between a tiny office and workshop 1, giving you and Markus a small smile every now and then.

The modder looks more like a white coat than someone who overhauls hard- and software. He asks both of you into his office for a detailed consultation, taking notes on what Markus would like to have done; a state-of-the-art behavioral core, extended memory and processing capacity, the latest OS and AI engine and a bug fix to finally properly utilize his temperature and pressure sensitivity. You blush when he mentions the romance and sex modules. Excusing yourself quietly, you leave the room under the pretense of being thirsty to give him more privacy for what he wants to discuss.

After waiting outside for a reasonable amount of time, you crack the door open and peek inside before re-entering to take your seat next to him again. Markus is apparently finished with the list of desired upgrades and features. He and the android expert are now discussing the financial side of the impending undertaking. The modder makes a few concluding notes on his laptop before excusing himself to answer his phone while the female android approaches you with a friendly smile.

“Hi, I’m Mr. Hartford’s assistant. My name is Amy. Please, take a seat in the waiting area until called.” The gorgeous redhead returns to the reception area and sits down behind the large desk.

Trying to hide your growing anxiety, you take deep, steady breaths, determined not to let your emotions get the better of you this time. Even Markus keeps himself ramrod straight and can’t seem to hold his feet still. And the last thing you want is to burden him with your rampant feelings on top of his own nervousness.

Instead, you take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly before leaning towards him and kissing his cheek. He returns the kiss and links arms with you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you watch as he entwines his fingers with yours.

“I’ll wait here no matter how long it takes, but… please, promise me…” You turn your head slightly to look into his eyes. “Promise me to call the whole thing off if this guy cannot guarantee a flawless procedure. We’ll find someone else together who can, then.”

He’s just about to answer when the door to workshop 1 opens and Mr. Hartford’s voice calls from inside: “Markus Manfred, room one, please.”

It suddenly feels like a stone dropped into your gut. Looking after the android and the slightly hesitant steps that lead him to the workshop’s doorstep, you can feel your heart pounding in your throat. He stops and looks back over his shoulder. You give him an encouraging smile while showing him your crossed fingers.

The moment he enters and the door closes quietly behind him, you almost jump out of the seat and make a beeline for the toilet, barely waiting long enough for the door to close behind you to let out your anxious tears.

It takes quite a while until you calm down enough to blow your nose and splash cold water on your face. Not wanting to return with a blotchy face and red-rimmed eyes, you check your reflection carefully before leaving the washroom.

Amy regards you with a sympathetic smile as you return to your seat.

“How old is he, if I may ask.”

Distracted by your thoughts, you look up in mild confusion. “Huh? What?”

“Your friend, how old is he?”

“He’s sixteen.”

“I was twelve when the Ripperdoc upgraded me.”

“Ripperdoc?”

“Yeah, I would never call him that face-to-face but… I’m such a sucker for the Cyberpunk novels from the early 2020s. You know, those sci-fi stories about humans upgrading themselves with so much hard- and software that sometimes their bodies can’t take the strain and they end up going insane and becoming psychotic killers. The ones who’re outfitting the humans with all that chrome are called Ripperdocs.”

A few minutes pass before Amy speaks to you again. “Is it his first upgrade?”

“Yeah. And it’s a big one. He’s got a lot of stuff on his list that he wants to have done.”

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine. My boss is the best modder there is. Very thorough and professional.”

You manage a hesitant smile. “Thanks, that’s good to know.”

“You don’t have to be ashamed, you know. Everyone has another way of dealing with stress. Some are angry, others are crying and some just can’t stop pacing.”

“Maybe it’s dumb to worry so much. I mean, it’s definitely not the first time for your boss to mod an android.” You shrug and pick some lint from the seat cushion and roll it between your fingertips.

“No, it’s not foolish. It’s natural to worry about those we love.”

You can’t find the right words for an answer.

“He’s in love with you.” The android smiles.

“… What? ...” Your reply is barely above a whisper.

“And you love him, I can see that. It’s difficult for him to express himself properly in his unaltered state. However, I’ve seen my share of couples and lovers here to know how he’ll be after the overhaul. You two will be a very happy couple in just a few hours.”

She sighs. “It’s so wonderful when the partner comes out of the workroom and that anxious expression from their loved ones turns to … unbridled joy and wonder the moment their lovers face lights up with that first, true smile.”

Her eyes shine with emotions. “That is probably the most beautiful moment of what we’re doing here. That we make people happy.”

Visibly touched, you thank her for her kind words and try to relax by taking a deep breath.

The hours seem to pass at a glacial pace. Watching TV and playing games on your phone provides only a temporary distraction. Amy makes some coffee for you and engages in friendly small talk. But, at some point, even her supply of topics is exhausted and you just sit there, staring into space.

The appointment was at 7.30 AM, it is now close to 3 PM.

You try not to worry again, especially since Mr. Hartford's assistant mentioned that extensive procedures will take their time and that having to wait between eight to ten hours is not uncommon.

Almost another hour goes by before the door of workshop 1 opens. The tension is almost killing you now and you stand up slowly, undecided whether to approach him or just wait where you are.

Markus looks around the waiting area and as soon as he sees you his face lights up with the most beautiful smile. You’re so happy and relieved, you almost go weak at the knees. Trying to hold back tears of joy this time, you see him stride towards you.

The next thing you know is him pulling you into his arms while you gasp his name shakily, laughing and crying at the same time when he cups your face to kiss you so passionately that it takes your breath away.

He leans his forehead against yours and you hear him breathing heavily before he sighs and whispers your name. The moment your eyes meet, you notice how dilated his pupils are and how that wonderful, radiant smile almost makes him look like a totally different person.

“How do you feel, Markus,” you’re finally able to ask.

“Wonderful. It’s … indescribable. As if I fell asleep in a world of black and white and woke up to the most brilliant colors instead.”

The white coat remains in the background, giving you both time to process the initial excitement over your companion’s changed behavior. While he’s still hugging you tightly, you snuggle even more into his embrace before raising your chin for another tender kiss on his lips.

Turning to the assistant, you see Amy laughing happily and return her smile with a grateful nod.

Mr. Hartford approaches you then, offering Markus his business card.

“Looks like your upgrade was a success, doesn’t it?” He grins, pleased with his hard work.

Markus puts the card in the back pocket of his jeans after studying it for a moment. “Is there anything I should be aware of? Should I take it easy the first days so as not to overwhelm my framework?”

“That’s not really necessary. Just be careful not to try everything at once. During the first 48 hours, you may experience an occasional sense of feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Just try to relax if that happens and it should pass on it’s own. Adapting everything to your framework and already existing hardware wasn’t exactly the easiest task I’ve ever done. It’ll take about three to seven days for you to notice if the new programs are fully integrated into your existing routines and runtimes.

Obvious bugs and glitches usually happen within the first few hours and up to two or three days, so call me right away if anything out of the ordinary happens. Like blurred vision, distorted hearing, persistent feelings of confusion, or emotional feedback loops you can’t seem to resolve on your own. And, concerning your new hardware, here’s a brochure that contains all important questions and answers. Take your time while experimenting around, rushing things will only diminish the experience. You’re no longer just a machine, you’re now a touch- and temperature-sensitive, emphatic being, and being rough with your body will hurt like hell. Never forget that.

Should you experience serious malfunctions, contact me right away. You can call me day and night, okay? And don’t take any random glitches and errors lightly, they’re usually a sign of compability issues. These are easily fixed unless you continue to ignore them until they wreak havoc with your system, right down to random shutdowns and boot errors.

Come see me again in eighteen days for a final checkup. If nothing’s happened by then and my diagnostic software can’t find any errors in your logs, you’re good to go home.” He shakes hands with you both and takes his leave again while Amy enters the next appointment in her planner before wishing you a nice day.

----

You two take an auto cab and return to your accommodation.

From the moment you join him on the backseat you can hardly take your eyes off him. It’s no longer possible to tell him apart from a human. His motions are fluid and completely lifelike. His expression is no longer stiff and artificial, his face has come alive with emotions. Only the LED on his temple and the android markers on his clothes reveal his true identity.

He sits a lot more relaxed as well, slumping slightly in his seat instead of sitting with an unnaturally straight back. His legs are casually spread and crossed at the ankles. However, his jeans appear to be a tighter fit than before, and it takes you a moment to understand what has changed. His crotch shows a prominent bulge now and the buttoned fly makes it look even bigger.

Markus turns towards you and supports one elbow on the firm backrest. There is definitely a lucidity in his gaze that wasn’t there before. This is no longer the look of a docile machine but the keen, observant eyes of a living being. You mimic his posture to sit face to face with him.

The e-car drives quietly, only the hum of the tires on asphalt can be heard inside the passenger cabin. You and your android friend keep looking at each other. Your cheeks start to redden the longer you hold his gaze.

“I’m glad that everything went so well,” you finally say to break the silence.

“Yeah. Me, too. … You were my last thought when I was deactivated and my first after booting back up again. … My only regret is that it took me so long to understand your feelings; why you were so afraid of me undergoing the procedure. But last night everything became so much clearer to me…” A tender smile makes the fine lines at the corners of his eyes more prominent.

Markus moves a little closer to you. His attention falls to your mouth and lingers there for a moment before looking you in the eye again.

“To hold you in my arms, the kiss we shared…” He lightly strokes your hot cheek with his knuckles.

You swallow hard, yearning for his touch.

‘Amy said that he loves me. But what if she was wrong? What if…’

Looking at his face, the deep affection in his eyes takes your breath away. Your heart is now beating so hard you’re sure that he can hear the frantic lubb, lubb, lubb as well.

He takes your hand and places your palm on his chest, right over his heart. You can feel it beating almost as hard and as fast as your own.

Your mouth is suddenly bone-dry and you swallow noisily again. Markus leans towards you.

“Put your arms around me.” His words make you feel hot all over.

You wrap your arms around his neck and breathe his name when he pulls you close. You melt into his embrace, whispering: “Hold me tight…” Your voice is already hoarse and shaking with excitement.

“My sweet little girl,” he whispers tenderly next to your ear, and your soft sigh seamlessly turns into a low moan.

He kisses your cheek before slowly approaching your mouth, one soft kiss at a time. You lean into his caresses and lift your chin until your lips finally touch. Exploring each others mouths with gentle tenderness, you can feel his tongue this time, brushing your upper lip with little flicks every now and then.

He takes his time to find out what you like and you willingly settle into the leisurely pace. Markus leaves your mouth to kiss along your jaw line, down your neck and gradually back up again. He lingers here and there before exploring the pulse point beneath your jaw with softly sucking lips.

“Don’t stop, Markus.” You’re already breathing heavier with growing arousal.

He responds with a low moan before claiming your mouth in a deep kiss. Your tongues slide against each other in a slow, sensual dance. And unlike last night, you can soon hear him exhale with little sighs and moans. His hands begin to wander, running up and down your back and arms. He leans back against the seat rest and you have to climb onto his lap to continue the kiss.

Your tongues keep playing between parted lips, you both gasp and moan softly with lust. He hugs your waist while your arms wrap around his neck again. He spreads his legs a bit and pulls you closer against his body. And that’s when you feel his erection against your womanhood. He’s pressing his rigid length against your folds and your mouth’s part with a loud, sucking smack. Markus is already breathing heavily. His lustful expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen on him before.

His lips are damp and slightly swollen from kissing. He leans his head against the backrest to watch your face with a heavy-lidded gaze. Pressing your crotch against his manhood, you tease him with a slow roll and push of your loins. He grabs your butt with both hands and you straighten some up to make it easier for him to caress and knead your behind. Kneeling over his lap now, you pull up the hem of your dress until he can see the small white slip covering your crotch. The thin fabric is already partially soaked, outlining the contours of your swollen labia.

“Touch me,” he moans while raising his loins with spreading thighs.

You place one hand on his erection. Palming his rock-hard manhood through the tight jeans, you look him in the eye, watching his aroused expression. He holds your gaze and lightly runs his fingers up and down your slit.

Both of you are soon panting loudly. His fingers on your pussy tremble with excitement and you can feel his member throbbing now and then.

He starts exploring your womanhood more thoroughly, searching for the erect clitoris. The moment he finds it, you moan in a mixture of relief and pleasure, and moan again when he starts caressing the stiff nub, running the pad of his thumb in gentle circles around it. You’re already so wet that the fabric of your panties keeps slipping and sliding over your folds with each of his touches.

Gently squeezing his thick shaft, you have to restrict yourself to light touches and tender stroking with your whole hand. His pants are simply too thick to do more and you don’t want to hurt him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he gasps and opens the top buttons of his jeans before pulling off his t-shirt.

At that, you lean forward, kissing down his neck and across his chest until you reach one erect nipple. Licking the small tip, you glance at his flushed, panting face before closing your lips around the pebbled nub to suck on it before giving the same, tender attention to the other side of his chest.

Continuing further down his belly soon forces you to get off his lap. The taxi rumbles through a deep pothole and you have to support yourself with one hand on the roof liner and with the other on Markus’ shoulder to keep your balance.

You kneel down on the rough car carpet next, planting a sucking kiss on the thin line of sparse, curly hair below his navel while opening the remaining buttons of his fly one by one. The highest point of the rigid bulge pointing along his groin is already damp and about to soak through with pre-cum.

He raises his pelvis when you grab his jeans by the waistband and pull them down over his knees along with the underwear. Finally freed from its confines, his member springs up and hits his stomach.

He’s really big but not of an intimidating size. The nicely curved shaft stands in a proud arc and with its foreskin already pulled back behind the glans. He has big, heavy balls and the pubic area is completely hairless and smooth. Kissing his flat stomach, you feel synthetic muscles contract and twitch under the soft, velvety skin.

He jerks a little in his seat when you lick the smooth sac. “That tickles…”

“This won’t tickle,” you whisper and suck lightly on his balls while running your palm over the silken-soft pubic mound, caressing the base of his member before taking him into your hand.

Stroking slowly up and down the impressive length, you move the foreskin over the glans and then all the way back, gently tightening the frenum with every downwards stroke.

“Keep going. That feels good.” He arches into your pumping hand with a lustful groan.

You hold the foreskin tight and watch his expression as you lube the head with saliva. Your slick hand moves up and down the thick shaft while paying special attention to the exposed part of his member. The glans swells noticeable, becoming thicker and firmer in your gentle, massaging grip.

Markus keeps watching you, panting and highly aroused, moaning softly whenever you caress the exposed head with saliva-wet fingers.

“Take your mouth.” He brushes the hair back from your face, loosely gathering it at the nape of your neck to watch you sucking his cock.

You bend over his lap, tilt your head a little to make it easier for him to see what you’re doing and take him in your mouth.

Sucking and licking, you tease the sensitive underside of the glans with the tip of your tongue and let it play along the frenum until the first clear beads seep out of the slightly gaping peehole and roll down the shaft.

Cupping his balls and playing with them, your flattened tongue slides down his length and over his balls and then slowly back up to the tip. His erection jumps with an unexpected, strong twitch and spits a clear line of watery pre-come over your forearm. You lick the drops away and take him in your mouth again.

Sucking and stroking in tandem, you gradually bring him closer to his release.

It doesn’t take long before his cock is throbbing ever so often and you know that he’s about to come. Taking care not to push him over the edge just yet, you tease the sensitive, flared glans ridge with cautiously sucking lips. Taking your head back a little, you look along his body, taking in his distorted, flushed face, his lustful panting and how clear juices are now leaking in pulsing, thin rivulets from the drenched, gaping slit.

“Cum in my mouth.” Gently pumping his length at the same time to make him come, you see his rapidly derailing expression and how his eyes glaze over.

Markus starts panting loud and erratic, his nostrils flare with every frantic breath. A gush of cloudy liquid spills from his cock, ending in a powerful squirt that hits your chin with a wet, heavy slap.

You hurry to have him back in your mouth, stroking the hectically pulsing shaft and sucking at the same time. His loins move with short, shallow thrusts and he moans deep in his throat while gently holding your head in place; wanting you to swallow his load and you eagerly do so until his manhood softens noticeably.

You wipe the slick traces off your chin and suck it off your finger before getting up from the car carpet. Sitting down next to him, you pull up the dress and your slip down before placing his hand right between your legs. The slippery wetness of your arousal has partially spread along the insides of your thighs and he can feel it too.

“You’re so incredibly wet.”

His exploring hand caresses your soft, swollen pussy before sliding a finger gently between your folds. Opening your knees wide, you lean against his body. His middle and ring fingers move slowly up and down in your soaked slit. Every downward stroke brings them closer to your entrance until you can feel him pressing against the hole.

“Look at me,” he whispers next to your ear.

Turning your head some to return his gaze, he slides his two fingers into your vagina, only to move them in and out in a gentle rhythm. The obscene squelching and smacking doesn’t bother you in the slightest. In fact, you've never been so horny and enjoy every moment of it.

Looking for something to hold on to, you grab the edge of the seat to be able to push back into his slow thrusts. You start moaning with pleasure when he moves his hand faster and his fingers penetrate you deeper and harder...

“Make me cum.” You groan.

“Tell me how you like it best,”

“Touch my clit.” You spread your labia and feel him leave your canal only to move his fingers up and down in your slit a few times before touching the erect nub.

His fingers are shiny wet from your juices. You gently correct the placement of his fingertips and close your legs around his hand, keeping it firmly in place between your thighs.

“Now rub it.”

“That doesn’t look very comfortable,” he pants next to your ear.

“I cum really fast like this. And that’s what I need right now. Getting off fast and hard.”

At first, Markus moves his hand slowly to get a better feeling for your anatomy. It doesn’t take long before he’s sliding his fingertips faster over your pearl, and when he hits the right spot repeatedly, you squeeze your legs firmly together with an ecstatic gasp.

“Yeah, right there. Right there!”

The loud, obscene smacking of your pussy mixes with your lustful panting. Arching into his now eagerly stroking hand, you look at your abdomen and moan at the sight of him masturbating you so skillfully. It doesn’t take much until you’re close to the edge and, with a sudden jerk, spread your legs wide. Only to moan as he slows, his fingers now rubbing tight, slow circles into your madly throbbing clit.

“Gods, you have beautiful hands. Wish I could see that… with a mirror…” You groan and crane your neck to get a better look between your trembling thighs.

“Yeah, watch me. … Can you see how I’m playing with your clit?” He runs his fingertips gradually faster around and over your thick, stiff pearl again.

You’re about to come and look at him, returning his irresistible gaze. You gasp louder and louder with each frantic breath and hear him moan the moment you topple over the edge. He’s still playing with your nub when the clenching and pulsing begins.

Looking him in the eye, you let him partake at your intense climax, moaning his name while pressing his hand into your lap and guiding the ball of his thumb slowly back and forth over your pulsing clit. He continues the rhythm and gently stimulates you through your orgasm, prolonging the gradually weakening contractions until the last, sporadic, clenching throbs have died down.

Markus takes his hand away, only to wrap his arm around your waist instead. You sink boneless into his side, still breathing heavily. He strokes your hot, reddened cheek before lifting your chin for a tender kiss.

He helps you out of the autonomous taxi when you finally reach the house and takes your hand. Together, you walk down the small sandy path, around the beach house and up to the porch.

Markus approaches the bedroom and lets go of your hand. Pulling the double doors wide open, he turns back around, beckoning you closer with a lopsided smile as he enters the bathroom.

You two take a shower together and eventually return to the bedroom. You lie down and he joins you right away. He scoots closer and you snuggle against his chest with a contented sigh. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to get heavy and, before you know it, you’re fast asleep in his arms.

----

Waking up to a dark, quiet house, you can’t really tell if it’s still nighttime of the same day or early morning of the next. It takes a while for you to be fully awake and get out of bed.

You freshen up in the bathroom and quickly put on a light beach dress. Stepping outside barefoot, you see Markus sitting at the top of the three wide steps leading up to the front porch. He wears light shorts and a white tank top with a low neckline. The clothes accentuate his broad-shouldered, athletic build quite nicely.

You sit down next to him.

Neither of you speak. Instead, you dig your bare toes into the soft sand until they reach the cold layers below. Leaning back on outstretched arms, you enjoy the pleasant night air and look out over the sea. The full moon is high in the sky, illuminating the area with its pale silver light.

It takes a while for Markus until he starts talking. His voice is calm and collected. “During the summer, I often sat in the small garden behind Carl’s house and listened to all the different noises; cars driving by, people laughing and chatting on their balconies, one of the neighbors’ cats rustling in the bushes. It’s all in the past now, but moments like these will always remind me of those warm nights when I just let my mind wander from one topic to the next. And now, with my upgrade, I feel like a chapter of my life has finally closed.”

He turns towards you. “I hope that this, here, will be the beginning of another long and fulfilling chapter. And the only thing I wish and hope for is that you’ll accompany me on this journey.”

He places a soft kiss on the palm of your hand while looking straight into your eyes.

You have to swallow around the lump in your throat.

Seconds pass in silence. His pupils are blown wide, his expression is so loving and tender that a deep longing fills your soul to the point where you can hardly breathe.

Swallowing again, you hear yourself whisper: “Yeah, I want that too. Ever since we first met at the Water Garden, I’ve grown very fond of you.”

Taking a shaky breath, you look at your intertwined fingers, now resting comfortably on his thigh while his thumb strokes back and forth across your knuckles. When you continue to talk, your voice begins to wobble with nervousness and emotions.

“W-what I really want to say is…” You meet his eyes again. “I’m in love with you. A-and I’m so excited now I can hardly breathe and---”

Now it’s Markus’ turn to swallow before leaning towards you and lift your chin with his fintertips. He kisses you so tenderly that your madly beating heart almost leaps from your throat.

He parts from your mouth and meets your gaze.

The butterflies in your stomach are finally taking flight when he takes your hand to nestle his cheek into your palm. “My sweet little girl, I'm madly in love with you...”

He pulls you onto his lap and hugs you around the waist before leaning in while you cup his face with both hands and return his kiss passionately.

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The next day is exceptionally hot and just as humid as the last.

You two spend most of the day in the air-conditioned house. Not even the sea can cool you down enough and only when the shadows lengthen and the unrelenting heat finally becomes more bearable do you come out again.

Gazing out at the gentle golden waves, the breathtaking sunset gives you an idea and spurs you to action. You take off your clothes and look over your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s strip naked.”

Following your example, he undresses surprisingly fast. You still have the advantage of wearing far less clothes and charge off the porch with an impressive headstart, laughing and squealing when he comes running after you. The deep, fine sand slows you down more than you’d like, although you still manage to reach the water mere seconds before he does and throw yourself into the next wave with a playful shriek.

You surface after a moment, shaking water and hair out of your face. Your feet find the seabed much closer than expected, and when you stand up, the water is barely waist-deep.

Markus wipes sea water from his eyes and laughs at your facial expression and you join in before dropping backwards into the next wave, enjoying the feeling of its caress on your bare skin.

You’ve never been a good swimmer and prefer to stay close to the shore so you always have ground under your feet if you need it. Sitting down where the water’s only a foot deep and let the gentle waves wash over your skin. As you slowly let your eyes wander over the empty beach, you try to memorize everything so that you never forget this moment; the palm trees dotting the white, fine sand and the small wooden boat leaning against the crooked palm to your left, the baby-blue boat paint already peeling here and there, and of course the lovely 1.5-storey house with it’s spacious patio and seating area.

You’ve never felt so content and happy and deeply breathe in the warm, salty breeze.

Looking around in the golden twilight after a while, you see Markus wading through the shallow surf, approaching you at a leisurely pace. He’s stark naked like you, and while you’ll have to shave your lady parts, he’s “naturally” smooth and hairless. The thick, long shaft hangs down to below his balls. It’s an impressive size even when flaccid, but it fit’s his tall, muscular build quite nicely.

You stand up when he’s almost next to you and look up at his face. He shows perfectly white teeth with his smile and his gaze deepens the longer you look into each other’s eye. You stroke his chest with both hands before planting soft kisses on the wet, warm skin, tasting the salty drops still clinging to it. He takes you into his arms and bends down for a kiss on the tip of your nose and then your cheek. His light, playful nibbling on your auricle tickles and makes you giggle. He joins in with a chuckle before straightening up again.

Markus looks to and fro between your eyes before slowly leaning forward this time. His mouth begins to caress yours ever so gentle, exploring its shape before repeatedly exchanging tender little kisses with you while he gradually moves back towards the beach.

Feeling loose, soft sand under your feet again, you let him lead you wherever he wants, while you both alternate between soft kisses and whispered sweet nothings, deep looks and tender smiles. Your heel suddenly touches the bottom step of the porch. The two of you return to the hardwood planks where he sits down on the beach towel and pulls you with him.

Kneeling over him with your thighs framing his hips, he cups your breasts while aiming for your mouth with a quiet moan. His tongue slides between your lips and you let him in, returning the sensual, deep kiss while he wraps your hand around his manhood. Markus is already hard and guides your fingers into a gentle, steady rhythm.

Wet and ready for him, you consider giving him another blowjob. In the last few days, the two of you have pleasured each other only with hands and mouths – because you both wanted to wait for the “perfect” moment to have intercourse.

And now, with the stunningly beautiful sunset tonight, the sound of the sea nearby and the warm air caressing your naked skin, you long to sleep with him.

You can see the desire, his need to have you tonight, in his eyes whenever he looks you in the face and feel it with each of his kisses. Straightening up again, you lick your palm and collect enough saliva to slick his manhood.

Markus holds his erection to make penetration easier for both of you. His eyes never leave your flushed face when you lower yourself until you can feel the slick head nudging against your slit.

Moving your pelvis a little more to the left, you push down on his member until the glans parts your swollen labia and touches the entrance. He begins to gasp when you push down and feel him enter your body, one inch at a time. He slides gradually deeper into your glowing hot, drenched core and his pupils dilate until there’s only a greenish-golden ring around them.

You both let out a long, low moan the moment he’s completely buried inside you. His member is so big, hot and so hard that you can hardly breathe.

“Lie down, my love,” you whisper breathlessly.

As soon as his back touches the towel, you support yourself with outstretched arms on his chest and start moving on him. You look him in the eye and let him partake at your desire with every slow up and down of your loins, never breaking eye contact.

Both of you are soon breathing heavier and louder. No more whispered endearments or naughty words to arouse each other further. This time, you let your body do the talking, showing him your love and lust with every trembling breath that flows from your parted lips while riding him slow and gentle; with each deep, shuddering sigh when you sit down on his loins and gently roll your hips. And Markus answers each of your long, trembling breaths with a deep, soft moan.

His hands soon come to rest on your waist and he starts to move against your tender rhythm with slow, gentle thrusts.

Both of you are panting louder and heavier. You gradually ride him faster and he starts thrusting harder and deeper; until he counters your further quickening pace with feverish strokes of his own. His sudden, loud, intense gasps and lustfully derailing face tells you that he’s about to come, and you stop mid-movement to let him make the final thrusts.

He enters you with a few hard, shuddering strokes before pulling your pelvis down against his hips and a deep, drawn-out moan escapes his throat. He’s pulsing and twitching frantically inside you, flooding your core with his artificial seed. The sensation is intense enough to almost send you flying over the edge yourself while you sink forward to lay on top of him.

Your faces are only inches apart, both of you are gasping loud and heavily. You’re too breathless to kiss, but you two have to try anyway, and when that doesn’t work, you resort to caressing each other.

It takes a moment for you to recover enough for your breathing to even out again, and that’s when Markus rolls over until he’s on top and you are underneath him. Slightly straightening up and still panting a little, his spread thighs push your legs even further apart.

It’s getting darker by the minute and you notice that the faint glow of his LED becomes more prominent the darker it gets.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me if I’m being too rough…”

Due to the change in position, he slipped out involuntarily. Resting his weight on outstretched arms and bent knees, he enters you again with a gentle forward motion, sliding his length back into you until his pelvis rests against your womanhood. Pulling your knees up as far as you can, your thighs open wide for him, exposing your smooth, swollen labia spread open by his massive shaft.

He begins to move inside you. Gentle and without haste. Making love to you. Markus holds himself back for you to be able to fully enjoy the act. He cups your cheek and rests his forehead against yours while moving slowly and tenderly inside you.

“I love you so much,” he gasps breathlessly, and a searing heatwave shoots through your body until you can hardly breathe.

“Markus, darling,” you moan and caress his chest with both hands.

Still cupping your glowing hot cheek, he tilts his head a little, aiming for your panting mouth with soft, open lips, kissing you over and over until the lack of breath forces you two apart. His expression is a mix of tenderness and intense arousal, and you hear him moan with each careful thrust.

“I need you so much,” he gasps as he gradually moves faster inside you.

“You have me, love. You have me…” Your legs wrap around his waist, the heels are pressing down on his rhythmically thrusting loins.

He’s breathing heavier and louder with every stroke and you join in, panting loudly and moaning whenever his rigid member enters you particularly deep.

“Make short, hard thrusts,” you gasp as he almost slips out twice.

He’s still trying to get a feel for how far he can pull out with each stroke, but his next move lets him slide out. He stops at once, his manhood is slick and glistening with your combined juices, pointing up in a steep arc.

Panting loudly, he grabs his slippery dick and lines it up with your center again, plunging deep into your core with a sudden, powerful thrust that almost has you seeing stars with how good it feels. Crying out with lust, you offer yourself shamelessly with your legs wide open and pressing your pussy against his abdomen, moaning: “Fuck! Oh God! Fuck me!!”

He rocks forward again, spurned on by your lustful display and whimpering cries, now pounding into you with hard, quickening strokes. He’s panting frantically above you while your attention jumps back and forth between his mouth and eyes. You can see the hint of white teeth between his parted lips and, holding his irresistible gaze with your own, you can’t get enough of his aroused expression, the desire in his eyes. He rams himself into your core; over and over again, nailing you with the precision and timing that only an android is capable of. It doesn’t take long for the pressure in your loins to become unbearable.

Clinging to his arms, you moan deeply in your throat: “Markus… a-aaahhhh … darling… y-yes… god! Yes!!”

He responds with a deep, shaky groan. His face distorts to an incredibly lustful grimace.

He gets even bigger inside you, swells to full size and gets so hot and hard that the feeling of being so utterly filled is almost enough to topple you over the edge. His thrusts become erratic and hectic. He’s getting close and you long to feel him coming inside you, to set the fire in your loins ablaze with such force that it’ll take your breath away.

You want to tell him that you’re about to come as well, but you only have enough air for a deep, long moan that carries his name with such abandon and lust that he joins in just as passionately.

Clenching and contracting around his thrusting cock, you feel him beginning to pulse and inside you mere moments later. He sinks down on you, moaning, loins still moving slowly before he stills inside you.

Your upper body raises off the floor to meet him halfway, your open, gasping mouth eagerly seeks his own for a breathless kiss.

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You two make a lot of happy memories on your ‘vacation’, and your stay in the Florida Keys is coming to an end all too quickly. After the modder’s checkup and confirmation that Markus’ upgrades have properly integrated into his framework and runtimes, you originally planned to return to Detroit.

But now, when the moment has come to book the return flight and pack your belongings, you hesitate. Standing in front of the open suitcases, you look out the window instead, watching the shallow turquoise surf lapping at the white sand in gentle intervals. You’re so deep in thought that you completely miss Markus’ approach until you feel his arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

He leans his cheek against yours before waving a folded scrap of paper in front of your eyes.

“What’s that?”

“Open it,” the android kisses your cheek.

Unfolding the note, you see just a single line written in Markus’ elegant handwriting:

Wanna stay, my love?

“I’d love to,” you sigh.

He turns the paper around in your fingers and there’s another line that says:

Let’s do it, then. :)

“Wait, are … are you serious?” You turn around in his arms and face him with an inquisitive look.

“Absolutely. So, what do you think?”

You pull him down for a long, tender kiss. “That enough of an answer for you?”

Markus cocks his head, pretending to think about it before he leans towards you again. “Dunno. Guess you have to say that again…” he whispers against your mouth and captures your lips in another soft, loving kiss.

END

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