Connecting with the Major (Explicit)

"So, this is your new house?"

Motoko leans against the doorway to the master bedroom, wearing her white pants and leotard top. The way that this woman pulls off these cyberpunk outfits is something of a mystery. Though anything can look good when it's attached to a drop-dead gorgeous woman like her. She leans more into the cocky and confident Motoko from Stand Alone Complex than the ghostly, ephemeral look from the movies.

The bedroom is a sad sight indeed. A huge, plaster white chamber with overly large windows and a single double mattress thrown onto the floor. Most of the fittings in your old apartment belonged to the landlord – this is one of the few things that you purchased with your own money. Not that you want to bring some of that busted old furniture with you into your brand-new mansion.

"I know. It's not a pretty sight."

Motoko laughs under her breath, "It reminds me of my apartment when I first moved in. I wondered what the hell I was going to do with all of the space."

"No suggestions?"

"I still don't know what to do with it."

"Well, Rias and her Mother are going to get their fingers all over this place soon. We have a pack of contractors lined up to get it into shape, and make it less tacky."

"Tacky…"

"It's tacky," you reiterate, "They were going to put a gold-plated bathroom in here or something."

There's a moment of silence as you both investigate the bedroom further. Motoko is right, it's huge! You can't even begin to fathom what you're going to do with all of this space. Even the largest of harem sized beds couldn't hope to justify a bedchamber like this. You could fit three large sitting areas, multiple walk-in wardrobes, and a full entertainment centre easily – with room to spare. That's what you're going to have to do, these white distant walls make it feel like a hospital.

You laugh and flop back down onto your artistically placed bed, "How's work treating you?"

"Work?"

"Well, I assume you didn't come here just to look at this dull house. Even a lady like you needs rest and relaxation sometimes."

"I usually call up a few friends and…" Motoko stops herself before she lets slip anything too personal to you. You already have a good idea of what those friends of hers did when they visited her apartment, even if it was never explicitly shown in SAC. "Never mind," she says, "I can't say anything. It's classified."

"Yeah? I don't live in your world. How could I leak whatever you tell me?"

Motoko sits down next to you, "It's the principle. If I start talking about work with you, I might say something to someone else. The last thing I want to do is mix my professional and personal lives like that." Considering how much of a workaholic she is, that balance is already way out of whack. "I haven't visited in a while. That's all."

You think back to how much time you've spent with the others, particularly the ORC; "Jealous?"

Motoko turned her head to the ceiling defiantly, "I don't get jealous."

"I mean, I don't really get the complexities of having a polyamorous relationship myself. If you want me to spend more time with you – just come out and say it directly. I'm always open to killing a few hours with one of my girlfriends."

"Oh, I'm a girlfriend now?

That puts a chill through you, "We both know how this works by now. You wouldn't put up with me if you didn't like me."

Motoko has to relent, "Ugh. I don't like the word. Everything I've done with other people has been casual."

"It can be casual if you want – you can call this whatever you want it to be."

That seems to settle Motoko's anxiety for the moment. This is a woman who's never had the chance to form a romantic attachment to another person, or at the very least this is much more of a whirlwind relationship than she's used to. It's easy for her to call some 'friends' over to warm her bed for a few hours, it's another thing entirely to open up to you.

Motoko tried to regain control of the conversation, "You're turning green with envy as well. You already know what I meant a second ago, don't you?"

"I don't draw conclusions based on the 'fictional' version of you, but yeah – I get it."

"Hm. Then I suppose we should even the score a little first."

Before you can ask what Motoko means, she begins to undress herself. It is a convoluted and messy process, but soon enough she is left in nothing but a pair of hip riding black panties. This body is just as toned and sexy as the other one, though the additional anatomical detail makes it more appealing in your eyes.

"I am a little curious about your body."

Motoko quirks her brow, "You seemed to know a lot about it when we first met."

"Sure – based on what I saw in your show. But there's a world of difference between watching an animated TV series and seeing the real thing."

Motoko reclines on your crappy mattress – almost completely naked. It makes you wish that you had purchased a proper bed first, but what can you do about it now? Her claims that this body were anatomically correct pass muster. There isn't a seam line to be seen. If you didn't know any better you'd swear that she isn't a cyborg at all.

"Get down here," she demands, patting a spot next to her.

You do as the Major orders and sit down beside her. She pulls your hand over and places it against an extremely toned stomach. The warmth against your hands feels authentic, and there's just the right amount of give that makes it feel like there is muscle and fat below as well.

"That's amazing," you can't help but gawk, "It feels real."

"Correct. A recreational body like this is designed to lessen symptoms of psychological distress for the person occupying it. The joint tolerances, strength and the heat calculation system are all based on real human data."

"What's a 'work' body like?"

"Not so much care is given to the little details, not for a military grade body like I use. You can see the seams where the different parts are connected to increase flexibility. It feels as hard as the alloy they use to make them, and the heat simulation is constrained to the operator's sensory system."

And as she had previously mentioned, no nipples or vagina. At least not ones that operated with the same level of realism as the ones she has now. You crane your head around the back of her neck and see the six ports that rest there. When not in use, they're covered by small, round, skin coloured tops that protect them from dust. It's the only indication that her body isn't real.

"Do you find those interesting?" she chuckles. Of all the things to look at first…

"It's just… you don't see cyborgs in this world, not yet anyway. It's amazing what they can do where you come from. People losing limbs, or even more, capable of surviving and living through this kind of technology."

On their own they aren't that amazing. There are small metallic lines imprinted into the skin that form a flower-like pattern and surround each port. For Motoko it's nothing special. This is something that she uses every day, just like how you use a pair of headphones or connect a piece of machinery. But to see it installed into a living person is another matter.

"There's nothing to interface with here," Motoko says as you move back to a sitting position, "But in Tokyo it's near impossible to find someone without a cyberbrain. It's integral to everyday life."

"Nearly impossible?"

"Some people prefer to stay completely organic, despite the promised increase in mental processing ability and extended life expectancy. It's difficult, but possible."

"If you had the chance, would you have retained more of your body?"

Motoko takes a moment to consider her answer, "That depends. I don't remember a time where I was in my original body. It's convenient for my job, but maintaining the systems that are needed to keep me alive is a long and boring process. It's healthier for me to imagine a near future where I won't require so much preventative care."

"That was a stupid question," you admit.

"I'm used to frank conversations in various states of undress," Motoko says, "Do you want to sleep with me or not?"

You stare at her for a second before nodding mutely.

Motoko smirks, "That's all you needed to say. Now get your clothes off."

You aren't going to refuse an order from the Major. You quickly remove your shoes, socks, shirt and pants – leaving you in a similar state of undress as Motoko. She wraps her arms around your neck and drags you down onto the mattress, moving in and capturing your lips in a confident kiss. Your hands are eager to feel her artificial body, finally coming to a rest on each of her large, plush butt cheeks. Her breasts push into you as you entangle even closer, the heat of her breath spilling out over your face makes you feel dizzy with excitement.

She pulls back with that same confident smile, "I'm going to show you how a real woman does things – those devils have the bodies, but not the experience."

And you're meant to be the jealous one? Although Motoko tries to exude an aura of boundless confidence, when she slips her hand down the front of your body and grabs your erect member, there's a moment of doubt in her eyes. In the show, she was only ever pictured sleeping with women. Assuming this Major is bisexual – that means she might not have as much experience as she's letting on. Teasing her about her lack of knowledge around an erection is liable to see you lose it via an unfortunate accident, so you keep your mouth shut.

"Do I really arouse you this much?" she inquires.

"Don't start talking like that. You know how attractive you are."

Compared to Rias and Akeno, Motoko's body is much more modest in its proportions. Though that's an unfair comparison to make considering both of those girls are designed to be a horny teenagers wet dream. She reaches out and gently strokes the underside of your shaft with her palm, it's hard to believe that this body is artificial. The heat and softness of the skin is real.

You decided to let her take the lead, "What would you like to do?" Falling back onto the mattress, Motoko rests against your left side. She narrows her eyes, before wordlessly swinging one of her legs over your body and mounting you from above. The full length of your erection rests against her pubic area. The perkiness of her chest is only made more apparent as the light frames it from behind.

"Let's take it slow and relax," she concludes, "This is meant to be fun."

Motoko pushes herself up and onto your shaft with an unfamiliar sense of confidence. She doesn't delay for a second as she slams her hips down on top of you all at once. The full weight of her robotic body is significant – much heavier than any of your other harem members. Mercifully she is light enough to protect you from having your head crushed into a pair of craters by her ass. The next thing you notice is how her pussy feels. It's realistic – but there's something about it that is wholly different from any other time you've slept with one of your girls.

"What's up?" she asks, a light blush on her cheeks as the pleasure nodes in her brain are stimulated by electrical signals, "Too… toy like?"

"No. I was just getting used to it. You're quite heavy."

"That's a terrible thing to say to a lady."

"You're a lady now?"

Motoko frowns and punishes you for your sharp tongue by slamming her hips down again. You groan and wrap your arms around her back to try and regain a little control of the situation. She softens up again and starts to grind herself on your lap. As your bodies grow closer, she leans down and seals your lips in a tongue filled kiss. Motoko does not display any mercy, even when it comes to fighting with your mouths.

The slow and sensual pace is enough to make the depressing room fade away around you. If anyone had been here to look inside, they would have seen a pair of lovers stranded in a sea of empty white space. Kissing, touching, embracing. It's different to the other times you slept with Rias and the others. They're always in a hurry, searching for their next big orgasm with you.

Running your hands down her shoulder blades and back, you enjoy the firmness of her artificial muscles through the skin. Even in this civilian body she could cause a lot of damage. Her legs wrap tighter around you and prevent any hope of escape. Motoko decides to change position, pulling you up and allowing you to sit face to face at the edge of the mattress. You cup her ass with your palms to offer more support as she bounces in your lap.

"That feels nice," she gasps sensually. There's an understated sexiness to everything she says and does. She knows how to wield her seductive wiles just as well as any firearm. She parts her lips slightly and allows her eyes to lose focus. Delving deep into the feeling of having someone else covet her body and being. In the same way you are swept along with the flow. The feeling of tightness around your shaft and the taste of her body on your palette. You plant kisses along her well-defined collarbone and reach up to play with one of her perky breasts.

It's impossible to stop yourself from moving faster. Your thighs start to move with Motoko, intensifying her bouncing and driving yourself even deeper. Motoko is unperturbed, even as she cedes a little bit of control to you for once. Her passionate moans are all the encouragement you need to continue caressing, kissing and groping her body.

"That's it, I'm almost there," she mutters into your ear. Unlike your previous escapades with Rias and Akeno – the final moments of your first round together are much more understated and intimate. Motoko climaxes first, her body tensing up in your arms as a sharp intake of breath stops her from speaking. A few seconds later you join her, groaning in bliss as a gratifying finale leaves your body covered in pins and needles. You freely allow your seed to blast against the back of her artificial womb.

You fall back onto the mattress again, pulling her down with you. Motoko lies her head on your chest. It feels like her body was sweating a little, though still not enough to match a real organic one. Another feature designed to prevent dysphoria from kicking in. For several minutes, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your body desperately inhaling more air. That's one thing that Motoko doesn't have to worry about. Her lungs are cybernetic, and presumably superior to organic ones.

The silence ends suddenly. "That was fine," Motoko concludes. She draws a lazy circle on your chest with the tip of her index finger. "I can have a full report written by the end of the day, so you know where to improve in the future."

"Please – don't turn this into work too."

Motoko laughs, "You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted. I guess that's why the others keep coming back for more."

"Is that a hint at future meetings?"

"Or… we can have a few more rounds before you go away on business again."

It's a little too soon for that. Your buddy is still flaccid after such a strong orgasm. You run your fingers through her purple hair, marvelling at the realistic texture. The hair must be the easiest thing to emulate. You suspect that it is real hair donated or submitted for the purposes of making artificial bodies.

Motoko sighs, "When I said that I don't do relationships, I meant it. This is usually the part where I kick you out of my apartment and tell you to call me again in a few weeks."

"You don't like getting personal."

"Yes. Especially in my line of work – someone may use my personal relationships to try and get leverage against public security." That sounds more like a personal preference than a job requirement. After all, Togusa has a wife and child and he never seemed shy about making that known to the other members of her team.

"Out here you don't have to worry about any of that. Hell, you're the only woman in the world with a cybernetic body. I doubt there's much of anything that could stand up to you in a fight."

Motoko is sceptical, "There are threats here too. You're fighting them."

You shrug, "They don't seem as… intelligent as some of the organisations from your universe."

She smiles, "I suppose not." It is very hard to focus on the conversation now that Motoko is reaching down to play with your dick while she delves deep into her personal life.

"Are you trying to say that you want to give this a chance? A real one."

"Hm. Maybe? Wouldn't you like to find out? Another feather to add to this proverbial cap of yours."

The entire time that Motoko is teasing you, she never stops for a second. Deft digits work their hardest to bring your flagging erection back from the dead. Motoko is even more devilish than Rias is – an understated succubus who knows just how to wrap you around her fingers. This is the kind of thing that an older woman has over a student.

"If you give me a few more orgasms like that, I'll consider it," she smirks. She pushes herself up and swings around onto her hands and knees, leaving you facing her butt and ass. She reaches back with one hand and pulls her cheeks apart, exposing both of her holes to your widening eyes. "From the back, this time."

"Yes Ma'am."

You spend nearly three hours trying to tire Motoko out in every damn position you could think of. Doggy, cowgirl, missionary and more. Just when you think you've had enough she slips your member into her mouth and goes to town. It's a losing battle. There is no way to keep up with her superhuman stamina. On the other hand, you do manage to deliver the climaxes she wanted to badly. By the time it's too late to spend any more time inspecting the mansion, you get the distinct feeling that you passed her test.

Scoring the biggest ice queen in your harem for real is a big ego booster. Perhaps the rest of the ideas bubbling in the back of your head aren't so far-fetched after all. Still, you feel that there are some girls you haven't spent enough time with. Adding even more can wait for later when things have settled down, or for when you badly need a specific ability to counter the enemy. Tomorrow Rias and Venelana will begin the process of making this place liveable. You can hardly wait.

Going poverty mode on a floor-bound mattress is fun, but you don't want to do it forever.