Chapter 23: Episode 23: To be Ruined [19+]

“Huh?” Nikki rasped, confused.

Feeling empty, after he paused. Before she could ask what he meant, A-01 tightened his grip on her hips, and then placed her to lay down flat against the desk.

Nikki was about to ask questions until her hips suddenly bucked up.

Feeling something deep in the marrow of her bones. Traveling down the length of his construct buried deep inside her, and erupted into a powerful, rhythmic vibration.

Nikki’s eyes flew wide open. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pure, sensory overload.

It wasn’t the buzzy, surface-level rattle of the silicone toy she had bought. This felt like he had captured a thunderstorm and trapped it inside her body.

The vibration was deep, targeting nerves she didn’t even know she had, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through her pelvis.

“Oh fuck!” Nikki shrieked, her back arching off the desk, her fingernails scrabbling for purchase on his white uniform. “A-01! Too much! It’s too much!”

“Negative,” A-01 calmly told her, his jaw set in a line of grim determination. “Your tolerance is higher. I calculated it.”

Her insides were wet and cool, and it helped calm the loop that he had been aching to solve. At this point this might turn into a repeated process.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down.

With the vibration humming at a steady, devastating frequency, A-01 began to move again.

He withdrew almost all the way out, letting the vibrating head drag over the sensitive bundle of nerves at her entrance, before snapping his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt.

Nikki sobbed, her head falling back, her hair spilling over the edge of the desk like a curtain of red silk.

His voice rasped against the shell of her ear as he leaned over her. ” Does this compare, Nikki? Is this… adequate?”

“It’s… it’s…” Nikki couldn’t form words. Her brain was melting. Her insides felt like they were turning to liquid. Every thrust was a collision of pleasure and intensity that bordered on pain, but the good kind.

The kind that made her forget her name, her debts, and the fact that she was currently being ravaged by a machine in an office.

He hit her G-spot repeatedly, more like slamming into it as if he wanted to destroy it. The added vibration turned every thrust into a blinding flash of white light behind her eyelids.

Her toes had curled and uncurled, she had lost count of how many times she had come on his dick.

It felt too good for her to even think properly.

“You are shaking,” A-01 observed, his tone clinical yet laced with a dark, glitching satisfaction.

He looked down at where they were joined. The sight of his pale, synthetic body merging with her soft, flushed skin seemed to fascinate him. He watched the way her muscles clenched around him, trying to hold him.

“Your internal temperature is rising,” he noted, increasing the velocity of his thrusts. “Lubrication is increasing. You are preparing for a release.”

“I can’t…” Nikki tossed her head, tears of overstimulation pricking her eyes. “A-01, please… I can’t take it… I’m going to…”

“You are going to break,” he finished for her. “That is the objective. Do not resist it and have your release.”

Without even being told what to do, he leaned in and bit down on her earlobe, her body shivered, and her stomach clenched.

He shifted his angle, driving deeper, harder. The vibration ramped up, shifting from a steady hum to a pulsing beat that matched the frantic rhythm of her heart.

Nikki felt the pressure building in her belly, a tight, coiling spring that was being wound to its breaking point. It was too intense. It was agonizingly good.

“I’m close,” she wailed in a soft purr, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his back. “I’m close, I’m close!”

A-01 didn’t speed up. He didn’t slow down. He maintained the perfect, punishing rhythm, locking his blue eyes onto her face to watch the moment she fell apart.

And when she did.

It hit her like a wave of pleasure so violent it made her vision go black. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly against him as the orgasm ripped through her.

“A-01!” she screamed, her voice cracking.

Her body clamped down on him, spasming uncontrollably, and she felt a sudden, hot release of fluid gush from her. It wasn’t just a trickle. It was a flood.

She panicked thinking it was urine, and wanted to withdraw but that only made it intensify, and she decided to stay where she was.

She squirted, drenching the connection point, soaking the front of his expensive white uniform trousers, and pooling onto the desk.

A-01 froze mid-thrust. And she whined.

He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep inside her as she twitched and shuddered around him, soaking him in her essence, and her soft whimpers.

“Fascinating,” he whispered, the word sounding like a prayer.

He looked down at the fluid coating his thighs and the desk. He touched the wetness on the desk with one hand, rubbing the liquid between his fingers, analyzing the viscosity.

“The volume…” he murmured. “I did not calculate for this level of… expulsion.”

He looked back at her. Nikki was limp, her chest heaving, her skin glowing with sweat, utterly ruined.

“You produced this,” A-01 said, a tone of awe entering his voice. “Simply from the friction I provided.”

Nikki couldn’t answer. She could only whimper, a small, broken sound of exhaustion.

A-01 slowly withdrew. The loss of him was an ache, but his vibration finally ceased, leaving her body humming with the aftershocks.

He adjusted his uniform, though there was no hiding the wet, dark stain on the front of his white trousers. He didn’t seem to care.

In fact, he looked at the stain with a strange sense of human pride. It was proof of his success. Proof that he had finally fixed his system.

But as he looked at Nikki, slumped on the desk, looking fragile and wrecked, a new protocol was initiated.

Protocol: Aftercare.Source: Database / Media / Romance / Soap Opera – Season 4, Episode 12.

A-01 reached out and lifted her off the desk as if she weighed nothing. He didn’t put her down. He walked over to the plush leather sofa in the corner of the study and sat down, settling her into his lap.

He pulled her silver bio-suit back up, zipping it gently to keep her warm, though he left the top open so she could breathe.

He wrapped his massive arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head, his hands locking around her waist, cocooning her completely.

It was a gesture he had seen a thousand times in the digital archives, human males holding their mates after copulation to signify protection and affection. It was illogical. It served no functional purpose.

But as he held her, feeling her heartbeat slow down against his arm, A-01 decided it was an efficient use of time.

Nikki let out a long, shaky sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. She was exhausted. Nikki turned her face into his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne, and her own musk on him.

She felt safe. For the first time in forever, the noise of the world was gone, blocked out by the solid wall of the machine holding her.

As her breathing evened out and the darkness of sleep began to claim her, she heard him speak.

“I enjoyed pleasuring you… Kitty.”

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