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.
----
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.
----
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.
----
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
