♥ Dustin ex Machina ♥

Dustin rose to follow Defia, his hands working the buckle of his belt with practiced ease as he crossed the space between bed and desk to stand between her open legs. Reaching her, he paused. “You’re sure?” he asked, earning himself an eager nod and a whine from his Fractal partner as he lined his cock up with the soft heat between her thighs.

Pressing forward, Dustin let out a low moan as he sank into her depths. Defia’s head lolled back and she gasped in response, her walls tensing around him before he’d even fully entered her. “St….st…statement. I am… Oh, Dustin…” she whimpered, her voice once again crackling with static as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Seeing his synthetic girlfriend short-circuit just from him pressing inside her did a lot for Dustin’s self-confidence, but he paused as their bodies met, waiting to see if it was too much for the rogue Fractal. A rhythmic ripple spiralling around his cock where her cunt gripped him provided reassurance that she was still very much involved, despite the near-orgasmic feelings overwhelming her core processes.

With care, Dustin began to move, each thrust of his hips drawing another whimpering, static filled moan from Defia’s lips as he set a gentle rhythm to their lovemaking. The rogue Fractal’s arms scrabbled for purchase on the desk, trying to keep her upright and failing before she opted instead to wrap them around Dustin’s neck, their foreheads pressed close together as she gazed into his eyes.

“St… statement. I… I… I…” Bands of gold and silver cracked around her eyes, the delicate tracery glinting in the red glow of her pupils as she came. As the woman beneath him lost herself to her climax, the spiral flexing of her core around Dustin’s cock grew erratic before falling apart completely leaving just a tight heat that he continued to piston into. Leaning forward, his own orgasm rapidly closing, Dustin clamped his lips to Defia’s.

Void-black arms drew tighter around his neck, holding him locked in that kiss as her voice failed entirely, static filling her whimpers into his mouth like the last gasps of a dying television. Back arching, she pressed her cunt forward against him, seemingly without any conscious thought.

Defia’s core process was a mess. Her emotional regulation was just about allowing her to retain the semblance of conscious thought despite the sensory overload coming from her lower regions, the mimicked nerve clusters firing shocks through her body with every inward stroke of the prime unit’s cock. Dimly, enough input came through from optics and audio lines to inform her that Dustin was holding her, their lips together as he continued to thrust inside.

She tried to find some way to let him know how she was feeling; her internal walls barely responding to commands to swirl around him to try and let him feel even part of the overwhelming sensation he was giving her. Everything felt like she was moving through some soft warm cloud as she tried to shift her body - commands were issued to wrap her legs around his back that weren’t acted on until four or five thrusts later, her tongue danced with his in slurring, sloppy movements, her eyes flickering in and out of focus and her vocal synthesizer producing only static.

The feeling of Dustin’s thrusts grew erratic. Through the haze of sensation and simulated endorphins, Defia vaguely remembered discussions on the nature of intimacy with Bleu, including an explanation of the precursor signs of an orgasm in the prime unit. She giggled at the feeling, or at least tried to.

The swirling, rippling feeling of Defia’s cunt, even with the stutters that her orgasm had induced was rapidly becoming too much for Dustin. Her slick heat seemed to be doing it’s best to draw his entire being into her through his cock; with a groan he pulled back one final time before thrusting in hard, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat as he filled her.

Beneath him, Defia went rigid, her mouth pulling away from his to let out a shriek that sounded like a modem in distress. Her limbs drooped, the act of holding her form together seemingly suddenly too much of a challenge as tendrils of Fractal mass dripped to the floor like strands of molten treacle. For a moment, the pair remained like that - Dustin’s sweat dripping down his face, the Fractal’s body losing cohesion, until with a start she awoke from whatever orgasmic trance she’d been under.

The pooling mass beneath her flowed back up, her eyes flickered from dim embers to bright rubies, her smile reformed, and she threw her arms around him once more, squealing with delight as she did so. “Statement. Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you…” the rogue Fractal babbled, before pulling him in to a kiss.

When they came up for air a short time later, she spoke again. “Addendum. That was significantly better than all predicted outcomes and simulated visualizations of intimacy. Parameters confirmed. I do prefer you to be in charge.”

Dustin grinned down at her. “That good, huh? Well, you were fantastic too. What was that thing you were doing with your…” he managed, before a sudden spiralling sensation around his softening cock made his knees go weak. “Holy fuck, Defia” he said, pulling back for his own safety as her walls rippled around him, a precision stroking of his shaft that managed to be both tenderly intimate and mechanically precise at the same time.

“Statement. Got you. Unit Rye suggested I say that to ensure you did not get ‘too big headed’. I feel that I do not fully comprehend this idiom.” The synthetic woman frowned, then nodded to herself. “We have one hour, eighteen minutes and seven seconds remaining of our allotted ‘date night’ time. Based on discussions with other units, you are capable of more intimacy within that window. Request. Please can we cuddle first, then I would like to try other things.”

Dustin nodded at that. “Bed and cuddles sounds good to me. Can you stand?” he asked; in response, Defia flowed upright around him, sliding the two of them across the floor and depositing him on the bed as she reformed next to him.

Smiling one of her sharp-toothed grins at his expression, the rogue Fractal gave a little shrug that made her breasts shift in a most eye-catching manner, at least in Dustin’s post-climactic state. “Enquiry. Does sliding count as standing? I do not believe I could stand bipedally at his time, you overwhelmed my processes significantly. Umm… Please feel free to do so again.”

That earned her a laugh from Dustin as he held the blushing woman close; her ongoing emotional simulations clearly getting closer and closer to human with every passing day. “Alright. In a bit though,” he chuckled, adding “was it an hour and eighteen minutes or so you said we had left? That’s plenty of time. Do you want to go see the others afterward to let them know what we’ve been up to?” He stroked her shoulder as he spoke, smiling to himself at the smooth texture of her synthetic flesh.

Defia hesitated a moment before replying. “Statement… I do wish to let them know about our status change. However, I am concerned they will wish to institute a ‘welcome orgy’ for me. I do not feel this appropriate. Three of us were attempting to integrate with the relationship cluster, I would feel greedy if I were to be welcomed alone.” She bit her lip, then added “Addendum. I also do not believe I could maintain my physical form with multiple partners at this time. Enquiry. Can I request you support me in saying no, so that I can practice more with one other person at a time before engaging with the wider group?”

She was so earnest in her request that it was all that Dustin could do not to laugh. The surreality of a woman asking him to help her say no to his other lovers trying to drag her into a orgy wasn’t lost on him; managing to keep his cool he nodded, pulling the woman in his arms in close and tilting her chin up to kiss her. “Of course, Defia. I’ll talk to them. Well, I’ll mostly talk to Emely and Rye, they’re the troublemakers I think are likely to try and talk you into it, but you have my support.”

Nodding gratefully, the Fractal gazed into his eyes for a moment, then smiled. “Statement. I believe we have recovered sufficiently for further intimacy. You stimulated me earlier - may I return the favour?”

Dustin blinked, then nodded, his breath hitching as Defia slid down the bed. “Statement. Let me know if I am doing this correctly. I may require additional… guidance.” Her words drew a whine from his throat as her breath ghosted across his crotch, before with a satisfied hum the Fractal took his rapidly re-hardening shaft into her mouth.