Ben gets horny.

Suddenly self-conscious, Ben sat in the cheap office chair that was provided with the small apartment. Alice and Meg watched calmly as he rubbed his temple and thought.

"You're right," he finally said. "I... don't know how to deal with you. All my life I've fetishized what you can do, but now that I've encountered it..."

Alice put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Meg remained impassive, waiting for him to continue.

"I want you to like me, Meg, but I don't think I deserve it yet. You're still learning what it means to be self-motivated and I'm still learning how to respect that. I'm glad you found Alice, and I hope with all my heart that she can find a way to bestow your gift upon others."

He turned to Alice and continued. "And Alice, I want this for you more than anything. I know that Meg's probably right. But even if the first desire you have is to never see me again, I want you to have it. I want you to have choice."

The women paused a second and, when it became clear that he was finished, Alice wrapped him in a hug and smiled proudly at Meg. "Isn't he just the best?" she said excitedly.

Meg nodded. "That's a low bar, but he clears it. Now, it appears you need tending to."

Ben's face reddened and he crossed his legs. "I- I'm not-"

"You don't have to deny it," Alice said sweetly. "I already told her all about your sexual fantasies. I'm impressed you lasted this long without jizzing in your pants."

Meg stood. "I'm going to go for a walk. We already had a drone clean the sheets and I'll tell another to come through when you're done. It's the least I can do for Alice."

As soon as the door closed behind her, Alice spoke. "So, what did you- mmph!"

Ben leapt forward, locking his lips against hers and pinning her to the wall. Her body stiffened instinctively, then softened under his hands. She moaned sensually and returned his affection before he broke the kiss. Their smoldering gazes met.

"My God," Ben said. "I've never wanted you this badly."

Alice moaned again and tore off her lab coat. They frantically tore off their clothes, and moments later he was against her again without any fabric between them. His throbbing erection pressed against her thigh and she bit her lip hard. He felt her warm cleft overflowing with nectar and crudely shoved himself into her.

Alice yelped and threw her head back, spattering the wall with sweat. Ben grabbed her right breast and she pushed her chest into his groping palm. She put a hand on the back of his neck and rubbed the spot behind his right ear rhythmically and he moaned.

Alice had a lifetime of experience pleasing him; a combination of trial-and-error, self-education, and advice-seeking had given her a keen insight into what exactly Ben wanted sexually. She loved these moments; they were some of only times in her life that she knew exactly what she wanted. Ben's ambivalence towards women's lack of autonomy could be confusing and even frustrating, but when he was plowing her, he only wanted one thing and she only wanted to give it to him. It was like watching an impossibly complex geometric pattern shift and resolve into a simple, elegant shape.

She felt him getting close already and she knew exactly what to do. She put a hand on his chest and broke the kiss to gaze into his eyes. Usually they were troubled and melancholic, but she was delighted to see pure pleasure reflected back at her. His body tensed; her cue had arrived.

"I love you," she said sincerely as his face contorted and her womb filled with his seed. His exhalations were staccato and racking, somewhere between sobs and coughs, and he sagged against her. She said nothing, only stroked his hair gently.