Coral-600 (9 page)

Then he began his descent to remove my pants. His lips kissed over my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, where my nipples distended almost to the point of pain, and down my stomach, until he pulled back to undo my button and zipper. The pants fell to the floor and I lifted my legs to get the offending garment off completely.

Before I could put my other leg back on the floor, Quinn placed it over his shoulder.

“Can I kiss you here, Coral?” With one hand on my ass to keep my core angled towards him, he used the other to trace his fingers up my thigh to the softening petals of my pussy.

“I want you to do more than kiss me.”

His fingers began a slow stroke. First he made long lazy passes against the outer lips, then he made shorter faster passes along the inner ones, then he slid two thick strong fingers inside me.

“I want to do more than kiss you too, and if the laws say this isn't real emotion…well then it's the laws that are wrong. Not this.”

I gripped his hair and made him look at me. I didn't move his fingers, because although it was difficult to pull data, I was not malfunctioning near enough to want him to stop that.

“You saved me today. Even Paisley let me go. I understand that she couldn't take down the guards, but it hurt to have her just watch me leave. I don't hurt when you touch me like that, Quinn. I love the way it feels. I love the way my circuitry shuts down all but basic functions when you touch me.” It was amazing to have the only sensors that fired be the ones from my body.

When Quinn touched me, I felt more human than mechanics. I liked that.

“I want to have sex with you, Coral. Do you want that?” Quinn kept his fingers moving slowly in and out of me as he brought his thumb into the mix. That lovely flat padded digit began stroking circles over the tight bundle of nerves above my pussy.

“I want your cock inside me, Quinn.”

Testing out my theory that he enjoyed my more urbane vernacular worked. He forgot about asking permission for his touches and just took what he wanted. It appeared he wanted to give me another orgasm. I was very okay with that.

He leaned his head forward and his tongue replaced his thumb. He flicked it against my clit and used the change in angle to add another finger to my pussy. My channel clamped down on his digits as I felt the delicious warmth of pleasure build in my body. Quinn wouldn't let me keep him out. He spread his fingers while inside me and began a twisting motion. He stretched me.

I was about to ask him what he was doing, but when I looked down at his naked body, I remembered how wide his cock was. He needed room. If giving me an orgasm was how he intended to fit properly inside me, who was I to argue?

My eyes rolled back into their sockets as he forgot about stretching me and hooked his fingers inside me. Pleasure bloomed when he flicked back and forth against my inner walls. His tongue increased in speed and his fingers thrust harder.

My nipples peaked at all the sensations and I pinched the tips between my fingers. Looked like I had found another pleasure button. I rolled the hardened points, and pleasure raced down my body. Quinn looked up and watched me.

I always thought a human's eyes stayed the same color, but in that moment, I understood what was meant by the phrase “darkened with desire”. Quinn's eyes deepened and he groaned his pleasure against my pussy.

He began that beautiful double tonguing technique and the orgasm washed over my body. I was grateful for Quinn's hand holding me up because the rush of pleasure had my balance unstable.

“I really enjoyed that, Quinn.”

“Wait until you get to experience the main event.” Quinn bounced his eyebrows up and down.

“Why would you make me wait?” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up against me. “You said we could have sex. I want to have sex now. Please, Quinn. Don't deny me now.”

“I didn't mean you would have to wait long. If you would stop jumping to conclusions, I could get you to the bed where it would be much easier to jump your bones.”

“I don't have bones.”

“Coral.”

My name left his lips on a frustrated sigh. Quinn was done explaining what was going to happen. He kissed me again, and his body pressed fully against mine as he walked me backwards. The backs of my knees hit the bed and he shoved me down.

My breasts bounced at the impact, and I was reminded of how it felt to make them bounce while I danced. Men loved watching me dance. Were they imagining my breasts bouncing in bed like this?

The idea that other men found me attractive made me feel good. The idea that I was with Quinn and experiencing something that I never thought possible for me felt incredible.

I locked my limbs. I…felt…incredible. Felt. Like a real emotion. I truly was malfunctioning.

“Coral? Are you okay?”

Quinn had noticed I stopped moving. He had noticed I stopped bouncing.

“I'm malfunctioning.”

“We talked about this. You are experiencing something very natural.” Quinn spread my legs and I felt the wetness slick against my pussy.

That was the experience he was talking about. He meant what I was experiencing physically was normal. And it felt normal. It felt natural as he stroked me. It felt good as he lined up the head of his cock against my wet pussy. It was nothing like the feeling of him joining his body with mine.

I stopped trying to analyze my malfunction. If I shut down or did something wrong Quinn would help me. He valued me in a way the rest of the palace didn't. Whether he really cared for me, or I simply made him feel like he was more human by comparison…as he started to thrust in and out of my body and I felt that pressure inside me build, I was able to let all of the analytics go.

“Coral. Coral, say you like this.”

But I couldn't speak. I had to show him I wanted this because he would stop if he didn't think I wanted it. I wrapped my legs around his hips and locked my ankles at the top of his ass. I used his momentum and thrust him against me harder. His balls slapped my ass. His pelvis ground against my clit.

I grabbed the comforter I was laying on and held on as everything zeroed in on that little bundle of nerves that I never gave thought to before Quinn came along. Then the sensation erupted. My skin felt like it would melt the metal inside me as an orgasm exponentially more powerful than the last burned through me.

Quinn's hands locked against my hip bones and he switched from human movements to those that were distinctly mechanical. His body blurred as he pummeled into me. I didn't know the pleasure could build more, but the pinch of his fingers against my skin fired off all the receptors in my body and I began to race towards another climax.

My ocular receptors failed and my eyes rolled back as Quinn came. His cock became the hardest steel before pulsing even larger inside me. He pulled me against him and the final slam milked the orgasm from my clit.

My body shut down. It wasn't a complete malfunction, but if it had been, I did not know of a better way to leave this world.

I rebooted to something much less pleasant than I had shut down experiencing. Quinn slapped my cheek. Had I been a human he might have caused a concussion with how hard he hit.

“Did I displease you that much that you feel you need to violently assault my face?” I said as I put a hand between my abused skin and his palm.

Quinn stopped slapping me and pulled me in for a strong hug. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still naked. Even though his penis wasn't hard, it was still very pleasant to feel all of his skin against mine.

“I thought I killed you.” Quinn hugged tighter as he said those words.

“So you beat my face?”

He chuckled against my shoulder. Then he kissed my neck and stood up.

“I need a drink. Lubricating will have to do. Do you want one?”

I nodded. I found myself a bit uncomfortable in my nudity for the first time ever. I scared him by my body's response to sex. I did it wrong. I pulled the bottom edge of the comforter free from the bed frame and covered myself.

“Coral, what are you doing?” Quinn had taken the lids off of the drinks and from the small greasy bubbles clinging to the rim of the top, I could tell he had shaken it well. “I have never known you to want to cover your body. Now that I finally get to enjoy it, you want to cover it up?”

“I didn't mean to do it wrong.” I looked up at his face. His eyes didn't look angry, but then why would he be?

I was just a machine.

Quinn sat down next to me. He eyed the blanket with a raised brow, but he didn't remove it.

“I don't want to play a guessing game. Explain it far more than your CPU finds necessary. That way I am clear as to what you think you did wrong.” Quinn handed me the small bottle.

I took it and tried to keep myself covered up as much as possible, but my breasts were large and keeping a thick blanket balanced over the tops of them was not easy.

“I am sorry. I could not control my body's response to sex, and it made you upset. Please don't be angry at me for not performing correctly.” Apologizing was something that I always found myself doing when dealing with humans. Miss Matilda told me to apologize a few times and I never really understood why some of those apologies were necessary.

This time I wanted to tell Quinn I was sorry. I didn't mean to spoil something so fantastic by doing it wrong. I wondered if Quinn would want to have sex with me again, or if this was going to turn back into the way it was in his bedroom at the palace where he shoved some clothes on me so he wouldn't have to look at me.

When his touch came and it was to remove the blanket rather than cover me further, I sat still. Humans were so confusing. Their behavior sometimes went along patterns, but those that I knew most intimately never seemed to follow the logical algorithm I laid out in my database.

I would have covered myself, but being that he was the one to remove the blanket he must have wanted to see my body. I wanted him to enjoy my skin as much as I enjoyed his.

“You did nothing wrong. That was your first time ever having sex, right?”

“Correct.”

“Then there is no way you could have been aware of your body's reaction.”

Quinn drank the rest of his lubricant and tossed the bottle into a waste basket on the other end of the room. I did the same.

“You've got quite an arm,” he said.

“It is probably constructed very similar to yours. Why do you seem surprised that I could match your throwing distance and accuracy?”

Quinn pulled me back into his embrace and I let my body warm to his.

“That's my Coral.” He nuzzled his nose beneath my hair and kissed a spot on the back of my neck.

“I wish I could be yours.”

We both looked around the small cabin and neither of us had an answer for what to do next. If we had, we would have been discussing the plan immediately.

Quinn went to the fireplace and used the poker to move things around. He got the embers where he wanted them and added another log. Instead of reaching for the bellows he simply inhaled and blew with extreme force onto the tiny flames.

“So your lungs are mechanics?” I found myself asking, before I could check against my files to see if it was appropriate.

Quinn didn't seem upset talking with me about this at the moment. “Just one. I took a bullet to the left lung. Nicked the walls of my heart too. Both were replaced with mechanics when I signed up for the experimental program I did.”

Quinn stepped back from the fire as it began to sizzle. He reached beneath the bed and from a sealed plastic container he unearthed a small fluffy rug. He laid it in front of the fireplace and watched the flames for a moment before moving it back a foot.

“Come sit with me, Coral. I always find it easier to talk about things I don't want to deal with in front of the flames.”

I scrambled out of bed to join him. If proximity to fire would ease the difficulty of our plans, I was taking advantage of that.

I sat on one end of the carpet opposite Quinn, but he used the strength in his arms to pull me in. There was no slip lining beneath the rug and it slid like a cushion between us. Quinn lifted me up with one arm and adjusted the fibers flat beneath me.

I was tucked to his side, and my skin was soaking in the heat from the fire. I never really watched television for more than data collection. I found many of the shows repetitive and boring, but watching a well-stoked fire always held my attention.

It may have been a programmed fascination to be very aware of fire to prevent damage to my skin, but I didn't care. I enjoyed watching the little bits of bark catch the heat and pop and crackle beneath the fire that consumed them.

Watching the wood glow and the air around the embers waver was so beautiful.

“You seem a bit enthralled by the fire. Are you wearing down, Coral? We can just sit here if it makes you happy.”

“I like being near a fire and watching it. We should rest but,” I moved my head from his shoulder to his thigh and lay in his lap. One arm stretched around his waist and another holding his muscular thigh felt right. “…but I don't want to be unconscious right now. The DMA is looking for us and if they do catch us, they will shut me down. I want to cherish every moment until that happens.”

Quinn's arm over my back tightened.

“And the fact that my CPU sent data points means they are probably close to finding us.”

Quinn pushed me up. “You sent data? That's not possible with my scramblers.”

“I am top of the line. Those scramblers wouldn't stop my network connection. I double checked the connection. It transmitted.” By the horrified look on Quinn's face, I was doing this wrong too. “If you want to leave me here and retreat to the palace, I am sure the queen will offer protection.”

He jumped up. His penis and ball sac bounced. It was a bit hypnotic. Between the fire and his penis, his penis was by far the better data point. It spun in a bit of a circle as he waved his hand in front of my face.