Forsaken, the third book in the Galaxy Artificials series, has a robot as the “leading man.” He may not have a face, a penis, or dexterous hands, but people (of the human as well as the robotic kind) want what they want.
Barada and Jess, however unlikely, have developed affection. Now they’re trying to figure out how to be sexual with each other—no small feat.
P.S. I promise a happy ever after in all my books.
Barada
I’m going to meet Adam soon, and when I do, I’m going to thank him for the upgrade, then punch him in the face. Did he know what he was doing? Giving me emotions so close to humanoid that I possess lust?
I’m in this small, enclosed space with the female I love. Better than that, she loves me. Best of all? She wishes to develop a sexual relationship against all obstacles, including that I’m too heavy-handed to do more than give her the most perfunctory touch. I don’t even possess a penis.
Yet here I sit with desire pulsing along my sensors and the words I want, I want, I want pounding in my thoughts. And each I want is followed by the most vulgar, obscene, filthy pictures my processors can conjure.
Most of all, I want a penis. I want to slide it into her hot, wet channel and then pound into her until she calls my name over and over as she comes apart because of my touch.
Barada. It meant many wonderful things to her. That she bestowed that name on me fills me with pride.
The word “sexy” wasn’t in her description, though. Adam gave me so much, but what he didn’t equip me with might ruin this relationship. Even if it doesn’t, it might drive my processors insane.
I banish those thoughts and focus on Jess as she turns slowly, exposing herself to me inch by lovely inch. I commit this sight to memory so I can watch it over and over in the future.
“You’re so much more beautiful than I imagined,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
She’s standing still, waiting for my next command. I found several Internet sites that suggested this might arouse her. I didn’t expect it to be so stimulating to me.
“Remove your bra.”
She reaches behind her to release the binding. In the process, her breasts thrust toward me.
“Halt!” That came out more forcefully than I meant. Instead of frightening her, the base of her throat flushes, a tell that she’s aroused.
“Come closer. Straddle my thighs. Then let me see your breasts.”
I wait to see fear on her features, but she’s licking her lips, her eyes bright with excitement. She’s not afraid, she’s eager.
“Does Jess long to show herself to me?” I ask as I watch her place first one knee, then the other on the mattress on either side of me.
“Yes.”
“Go ahead.”
We shared a lot as we got to know each other on this trip. She hasn’t had a lover in a long time, since even before her abduction. I imagined she would be shy, but she barely hesitates as she lets the flimsy white fabric slip off her shoulders and then whisper to the floor.
I want to tongue her. I wish I had the gift of taste so I could know the flavor of her flesh. Would it have a salty tang or be sweet like her personality? The best I can do is reach to cup her breasts, to feel the weight of them in my palms.
I want, I want, my processor taunts me.
My thighs are thick to provide the best mechanics to run in battle. As wide as she’s split to be able to straddle me, I spread them wider. This opens her for me.
“I wish I could smell you,” I say.
Her lids tighten in a long blink. I embarrassed her.
“To smell the scent of your arousal, Jess? Your arousal for me, for my words, for our connection. What could be wrong with knowing how much your body responds to me?”
“You’re right.”
“Tell me. Tell me what you’re feeling. I want to experience it with you.”
Her eyebrows flash upward in surprise, then a small smile widens on her face as she warms to the task.
“So you want dirty talk? Okay.”
She wiggles her bottom to settle on my open thighs. In this moment, it’s like a flash of lightning removes the darkness from my mind. I don’t have many bodily sensors, but I have a keen imagination. I’ll pretend I’m feeling every inch of her skin on mine. Pretend I can smell her scent. Pretend I can touch every inch of her body.
“When you speak to me with this new voice of yours, this husky, masculine voice that is full of desire, it’s like you pluck something deep inside me.”
Did she just shiver with this admission?
“Maybe it’s a good thing you have no face, Barada, because I have a healthy imagination. I’m certain you’re looking at me like you’d eat me up if you could.”
I’ve always known Jess was smart, but now I believe she’s brilliant. She’s so in tune with me, she knows just how I’m feeling.
“Knowing how much you want me, just amps me up. When you finally tell me to take off my panties, you’ll be able to see for yourself how wet I am. Wet for you.”
She’s teaching me as she speaks. If my raw words are half as arousing to her as hers are to me, she’s got to be on fire.
“Don’t take them off yet. Slip your hand inside your panties and slide one finger inside your channel, Jess. Then pull it out so I can see it glisten in the dim lights.”
She just gasped. My words touched her deeply.
“Be a good girl. Do it for me.”
This caused her to release the softest moan. I doubt she knows I heard it.
She follows my directions, sliding her hand along her gently rounded belly and between the silky fabric and her flesh.
“Mmm,” she says as her lids shutter.
I use this mind of mine, Jess calls it brilliant, to imagine what it feels like inside her channel. I want, I want. I want to know what this feels like. Sadly, no amount of pretending can be like the real thing.
She pulls her hand out to show me one finger, glossy with her own cream.
“Suck it. Describe your taste.”
“There’s still some Hunter-Killer in you, Barada. You like to aggress, to push the limits.” Her words are raw, but she’s unafraid.
Instead of being shy, she warms to her task, taking her time as she opens her mouth and sucks her middle finger between her soft, pink lips. Although I have no face, she doesn’t take her gaze from my main visual processors. She’s challenging me. My brave Jess.
She sucks with loud smacks, then does something I saw on my deepest dives on her Internet. She’s mimicking what she would do with her mouth on my cock if I possessed one. If I possessed one, it would be hard as stone right now.
Although part of me wants to scold her for arousing me to the breaking point, instead, I praise her.
“I wish I had a cock, Jess. I would have you suck me with those perfect lips. Just like you’re doing now.”
In answer, she whimpers as she widens her thighs to position herself to rub against me.
“Do you want release, pretty Jess?”
Another whimper. A nod.
“Tell me what your cream tastes like.”
“Tangy. An undertone of sweet.”
“Check again. One more taste to make sure,” I say. I want to imagine her penetrating herself, imagine it’s me.
“Please,” she protests even as she follows my direction and slides her hand into her panties, coming out with two fingers dripping with her feminine fluids.
“Suck,” I whisper harshly, unable to do more than speak in monosyllables.
This time she’s even more profane, taking her fingers as deeply as they will go, then sucking so tightly her cheeks hollow in a sexual rhythm.
“You are a good girl, Jess. I’m going to let you come now.”
Jessica
I’ve never been this aroused. Never. That I can say with certainty.
I love how commanding he is. I love him telling me what to do. I love that no matter what I do, it only fans our flames.
My panties are soaked, my little clit is quivering, and I feel achingly empty. For the thousandth time, I wish he had a face. I’d love to see him as desperate for me as I know he is. Instead, I keep ramping us both higher.
He’s afraid of his own strength, but he’s heartrendingly tender when he lifts me under my arms, flips me over, and settles me to sit on his lap, my back to his front. I can even feel heat radiating from his body. He’s increased his internal temperature so I don’t feel the chill from his metal carcass.
“You’re going to make yourself come while I whisper in your ear. Understand?”
I nod.
“And Jess?”
I nod again.
“When you come, you’re going to say my name.”
I nod.
With that, he slips his forefingers under the sides of my panties and in one swift, strong pull, rips them off my body.
Fuck! That was sexy.
He pulls my legs open, settling the soles of my feet on the bed outside his widespread thighs, and says, “Do just as I ask, Jess. Touch yourself as if you were me. As if you’re exploring your body for the first time. Soft at first, then more confidently. Let me know with your body movements and your noises what feels good and what makes you insane with desire.”
My heart is hammering in my chest as my arousal grows from a gentle summer rain to a tsunami. I want this so badly. For both of us.
Instead of going for the gold the way I used to when I was alone in my bed, I skim the pads of my fingers from my knees up the insides of my thighs.
“It’s silky under my fingertips and just this side of ticklish. It builds anticipation. My mouth is dry.”
“Do it again. More slowly.”
He’s got me spread wide, my soles on the mattress. I meander along the same path I just traveled, only more deliberately. “You’re smart. The slower I go, the more arousing it feels.”
“Inch by inch this time,” he husks. “Feeling it from your perspective and mine.”
“Mmm. Your touch makes my inside walls flutter.”
“Good girl. Tell me more.”
I let my knees fall to the sides, opening myself even more as I nestle closer to him.
“I’m dipping one finger into myself. Not past the first knuckle. Just to gather some of my cream.”
“More, Jess. Tell me more.” His voice is so husky, barely more than a rumble.
“There’s a point, I think I passed it ten minutes ago, where the need is beyond desperate. Usually, when I’m aroused, I want to be plundered, penetrated. But when I’m super horny, like right now, just the slightest breach feels like heaven. That’s how I feel now.”
I’m so deep in my lust, my thoughts are halfway between reality and a dream.
“It’s good, but not the most delicious part of the feeling. The best part is the promise of good things to come.”
“So much promise,” he whispers. “The promise of fulfillment.”
“My finger is wet, but it’s not like water. It’s slick. Because it’s welcoming an invasion.”
“Right Jess. If I could, I would rock into you right now. My cock would be stone hard for you and I wouldn’t be able to wait a nanosecond longer. I’d breach you slowly, just as you like. I’d fill you and make you come and lose myself with the bliss of it.”
He pauses, living out his fantasy in his mind, then presses closer and urges, “Tell me more.”
“I’m sliding up my center, between my lips, and swirling all that liquid around my clit. My hungry clit that wants you.”
“Of course it wants me. I love you. I want to be everything you need.”
“I’m teasing it. Circling with not nearly enough pressure to even hint at how explosive it will be when I come. I’m just making the tiny mound of flesh hard and needy. Say the sexiest thing you can think of right now, Barada.”
Without pause, he says, “If I could, I’d slide my tongue inside you, taste you, drink your juices, then flick your clit until you come with so much force your fingers clench and dent my metal.”
“Perfect. That made my insides flutter, made me want you even more.”
We keep talking as my fingers circle and he breathes the dirtiest things into my ear. At times I picture a flesh and blood male behind me, but mostly I accept the sweet perfection of what I have, a strong, smart male who cares so deeply for me he would die for me if it would save my life.
I’ve ratcheted my desire higher and higher until I’m whining, “Please, please, please,” my voice ricocheting around the cabin.
“Come for me, Jess,” he murmurs in my ear.
I was strung so tight, all I needed was his statement willing me, pushing me off the precipice I’d been dangling over for long minutes. A whirlwind releases inside me, bounding with fury as it circles low in my belly, then explodes outward, tightening every muscle.
My jaws clench, my toes curl, and I moan long and loud. When my mind finally catches up and I can think again, I call his name as I throw my head back against the spot where his pec would be.
Though it’s hard where I’d love for it to be soft, it’s still Barada, my Barada. Sweet, tender, caring male who loves me beyond measure.
“Beautiful Jess. Sweet Jess. You’re perfect.”