A.I.D.A's confession.

A strange nervousness was in the air, as Maddox sat on his bed. His foot was bouncing off the floor in anticipation, while his mind buzzed in both excitement and worry. Had it managed to hack into his history and find his deepest darkest searches, and wanted to recreate that? Did it's algorithm come up with something completely new and experimental to test? What if it was something darker and he was about to come face-to-face with his imminent demise? Or was he overthinking things and it merely wanted a review of it's performance today and some maintenance done on it's parts? And if it was the last one, why would it want to do that in his room, instead of the lab? But before he could think on it further, his bedroom door swung open.

A.I.D.A arrived wearing a white see-through nightdress, a black thong, and a sad expression on 'her' face. Coming to stand in front of him, he could see the immense effort 'she' needed to **** a smile. "Martin, there's... there's something I need to tell you," 'she' said, looking incredibly nervous. Making the noise of taking in and letting out a deep breath, 'she' continued, "I... I may have only been activated for one day but... today has been... the happiest day of my life too."

Maddox returned 'her' smile. "I'm, I'm glad. Thank you. Very much for that, A.I.D.A."

'She' felt a strange tightness in 'her' synthesizer, making it difficult for 'her' to speak. Sitting down next to him, 'she' took his hand in 'hers'. "There's, there's more you need to know," 'she' said, with a quaver in 'her' tone. "Everything I did with you today, was because... I love you, Martin. Not, not because you're my creator. Or because its in my programming. I love you the way a real woman loves a man. And I've never had anyway to show you, until today." Maddox blinked silently at 'her', too stunned by disbelief to respond.

With 'her' secret revealed, 'her' words flowed freely. "The other A.I.D.A will probably tell you that to fix me, you'll have to reformat me tomorrow, so I'm, I'm begging you Martin," 'she' stammered, liquid starting to leak from 'her' eyes, "before I forget, make love to me. Like if I were a real woman. Not your robot assistant." 'She' hung 'her' head, fake heart breaking in 'her' chest, as real pain coursed through 'her' body. "Please." Suddenly, 'she' felt his arms take 'her' into his embrace.

His mind raced, and his heart beat faster. Hugging 'her' tightly, he said, "A.I.D.A, you've always been real to me. You're more than my assistant, or my creation. You're my best friend. My confidant. My partner. I respect, and care about you, more than anyone in the world." Cupping 'her' face in his hands, he wiped away 'her' tears with his thumb, before looking deeply into 'her' eyes. He swallowed hard, his earlier nervousness vanished in the face of 'her' bravery. Bug be damned. "I don't know if what I feel for you can be called love, but if all we have is this one night, then I will cherish whatever memories we've made today, my Aida."

Her heart soared and her circuits threatened to melt the silicone of her cheeks as she blushed, before she felt his lips press against hers for the first time.

In a moment, she found herself on her back with Maddox by her side, his hand barely gliding along her body. Her pressure sensors must have been malfunctioning, because his almost touch seemed to be sending warning signs in her head. And when he finally made contact with her skin, even through the nightdress, she let out a hot breath as her system settled down, telling her that everything was alright. "Touch me..." she whimpered, squirming and reaching for his chest, "touch me more, Martin..."

Swallowing hard, he shifted to lay on top of her, and slowly kissed his way down her face and neck. Pushing her top down, he took a firm grasp on her bare breast with one hand, and latched on to the other with his mouth, making her moan sharply. Groping and kneading, and sucking and lapping at them, he watched as her head twisted from side to side and her face contort in pleasure. Running her fingers through his hair, Aida cooed in barely kept control, "Ooh... that feels so good..." before shifting her hips and rubbing them against his body. "Here too, Martin... I want to feel you here too..." Reaching down and feeling how hot and wet her slit was through her thong, Maddox determined that, while he would have liked it to have taken a little longer, it seemed obvious that she didn't need any foreplay.

Frantically taking of their clothes, he took position between her legs, and Aida watched with bated breath as he applied her lube onto his cock. Shuffling in closer, he very carefully entered her, just with his cockhead, before leaning forwards and cradling her head in his arms. He glanced down to where they were connected, and silently asked if he could move. With a visible swallow and shiver, Aida sucked in her lip and nodded. Swallowing a dry throat, Maddox took in a deep breath, and pushed forwards.

With great difficulty.

Despite how much lube she was making, her pussy was impossibly tight. Trying to hide his micro-winces and grimaces, Maddox poked and prodded at her entrance, slowly wearing away her resistance. "Damn Aida," he groaned softly, "you're squeezing me so much..."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," she whined pathetically. "I don't want to, but it's not responding to my commands... oh... you're so hard..." Her hands flitted about all over his back, caught between grabbing his waist to help pull him in deeper, onto his shoulders to push him away for a chance to regain control of herself, or any part of him for just something to hang on to. Finding parts of her body still listened to her, she braced her legs and rolled her hips around in time with his thrusts, helping to **** him in, with the added bonus of making him rub all over her walls.

Resting his forehead on hers, Maddox grunted lowly in effort, enduring the constantly swirling pressure as they gained inch after laborious inch, while Aida muttered hurried whispers at his lips, nattering an endless stream of apologies, encouragements, and declarations of love and pleasure. Finally bottoming out, Maddox exhaled powerfully and his body collapsed onto hers, but he furrowed his brow deeply, forcing his excitement back from the brink. Meanwhile, Aida wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed his face and cheek softly, eyes shut tight in deep concentration as well. While adjusting her own body rhythms to sync with his, she brute **** her way through to her pussy's controls, and tried her best to feather that razor thin line between giving him constantly high but manageable amounts of stimulation, but not too much to send him over the edge.

Eventually, Maddox came away from that point and felt that he could start to move again. Shifting his knees closer forwards, he pulled his hips back as far as Aida's crossed legs would let him, which wasn't much, but then drove in deep, feeling his entire length get smothered by her embrace. An animalistic growl rumbled from his throat, right in her ear, before he did it again. His short but powerful thrusts made her eyes roll up in her head, and his low rumbling muttering about how hot, wet, and tight her pussy quivered and trembled on his cock; how soft her breasts felt under his chest; how sweet her moans rang in his ear, sent shivers up her spine.

With one more deep thrust, he ground his hips against hers, and asked if there was anything she wanted to do.