He's still recharging.

"Uh, Jane, I don't know. I mean, we just did it and..." he looked away with shame.

"Yeah? You don't wanna do it again?" she asked playfully. "Come on, you little horndog." She leaned over and begin to breathily kiss his neck and shoulders.

"It- It's not that," he stammered. "It's just that I have a, well, refractory period."

She paused, then stopped her kisses and sat back glumly. "Well, shit. I wanna play with that computer before I go but I might be too stupid soon." She idly rubbed her left nipple as she spoke.

"I mean, Connie has some, uh, toys..." Mark suggested. She looked up, eyes wide with hope.

"Dildos?" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so? Get me a dildo!"

"Not a dildo. That I know of, at least. But she's got this little vibrating thing I strap to my hand-"

"Do it now!" she cried and he was rummaging through his girlfriend's sock drawer. Finally he came back with a small green device about the size and shape of a call bell. He pressed a button and it hummed to life. Jane was staring at him through his girlfriend's lust-crazed eyes and she moaned loudly as he brought it to her moist, eager opening.

"Ohhh fuck, oh that's better, that's so much better!" Jane laid on her back and closed her eyes as he awkwardly pleasured her. He began to speed up, but she put a hand over his. "Don't."

He withdrew his hand. "Don't what? You want me to stop?"

"No!" she shouted as she shoved his hand back between her legs. "Just don't- don't go faster. I think- ahhh, I think we'll be ok if you can keep me, mmmm, at a low level of stimulation."

Mark was confused and said as much. Jane, already sweaty again, opened her eyes and looked at him with a mix of lust and affection. "I think if we can keep me satisfied without reaching climax, I'll stay mentally sharp for longer. I- oooh, easy- I wanna help you but I don't wanna have to stop for sex every five minutes."

"So the alternative is I just sit here and finger you while we talk about my sci-fi ray?" he asked.

"That works for me," Jane replied breathily. "So let's continue. What is this creature's motivation?"

Mark stated the obvious. "Sexual gratification."

With a lusty sigh, Jane disagreed. "We don't know that. When you start your car, is your goal to -ahhhhhh, to have your engine running? Or is to go somewhere?"

"So it may be using this sexual gratification system to get my attention?" he asked.

"Maybe. Or maybe we can just infer that it's means, not a goal." Her eyes unfocused momentarily, then zeroed in on his again. "Don't slow down! Ah- ah- ah! Ok, great, phew."

She bit her lip coyly and his cock surged a little. It wouldn't be long before his refractory period was over. "So what's the goal?"

Her eyes half-lidded and full of hedonistic joy, the woman inside his girlfriend bit her lip sensually. "That's hard to -oof, that's hard to tell. You probably need to experi-ahhh, oh, fuck, that's- that's a lot!" she cried, losing control of her voice. "No, but it's good, ok, so we don't know that. We may have reached the limits of what we can learn with the subjects so far."

Shocked, Mark stopped. "You mean you want me to wipe you out? Like, now?"

"Why did you stop?" she replied with a hint of desperation. After he resumed his slow circles, she sighed and replied. "You know you'll have to sooner or later. My only request is that I get to use your tiny computer."

Mark had to continually remind himself to keep continuous motion between her leg. "But if you get wiped out, all of your memories disappear. Why would you bother learning about a new technology if you know all of your memories will cease to exist in a few minutes?"

Jane grabbed his member, now fully erect again. "Because," she growled as she brought it to the head of her maidenhood. "I wanna feel it."

Then her mouth opened wide and let out an unearthly howl as Mark's awareness was overwhelmed by signals from between his legs as he plunged into her depths. She was crying out to him and he struggled to register the words as he suddenly found himself hammer into her over and over.

"Ask- UH! Ohh, fuck- ask it for someone whoooo ahhh, someone who already knows about it. About the OH FUCK- about the remote," she stammered between his thrusts.

"That's a really good idea!" he replied, turning to speak to the remote.

"No!" she interrupted. "Give it what it wants first. G- Uhn! Give it what-"

"What does it want?" Mark panted.

Her smile was equal parts erotic and disturbing.

"A fucking orgasm," it said.