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A four-story indoor grazing field? A greenhouse? Even a henhouse?
Sam flitted from one end of the gigantic building to the other, her mouth hanging open and excitement pumping through her veins. This place was perfect. While it wasn’t out in the middle of nowhere, it did perch nicely on the edge of the city with relatively few neighbors. It wasn’t a home on the range as she would have imagined, yet…she could live here. She paused and Everett caught up with her.

“How do you like it so far?”

“I can’t believe it. Everett, how did you do all this?” She waved her arm at the great expanse before them.

“I didn’t. I hired an architect and had it built years ago. I found the plans on my hard drive. I never understood what they were for until I met you.” He put his arms around her and squeezed.

“My father’s doing?” It made sense, now. But what if they’d never met? What if she’d died before Everett rescued her? None of this would have happened. Suddenly tired of endless possibilities, she closed her eyes and leaned into his embrace.

“I suppose. I have to admit when I built it I never envisioned living here. It’s a lot larger than the quarters I’m used to back at Security Core.”

“And now?”

“Everything’s changed. I want to live here with you and protect you.”

She turned in his arms so she could see his face. “Everett, what were you and Alex arguing about in the lab?”

He sighed. “Emotions. I told him I wanted him to take them out.”

Her heart slammed against the wall of her chest. “What?”

“When I realized I loved you but couldn’t have you, I wanted to stop the pain. I thought he’d given me the Emo upgrade, but it turns out your father gave these emotions to me.”

Her brows lowered. “Were you programmed to love me?”

Everett shrugged. “It’s possible. I suppose I could try to love someone else and see if it worked, but why would I? I’m perfectly happy loving only you.”

She frowned. “But that’s not fair if it’s not your choice to love me. Everybody deserves a choice, Everett. My dad shouldn’t dictate people’s feelings. It’s wrong.”

He held her at arm’s length and studied her carefully. “I could choose not to love you, Samantha, but I know I won’t. Your uniqueness adds to my desire for you. You complement me with your chickens and your cows. You’re Eve to my C3PO. Don’t you see?”

“But how can we possibly be happy together?”

He swept her up in his arms. “Why don’t we go find out?” He started walking down the hall.

Oh God, the moment she’d been waiting for loomed. How could she tell him she was a virgin? She’d never had sex with any man. And now her first time was going to be with a mechanoid specially built for her. Did she mind? Should she? She covered her eyes.
This is crazy. I can’t do this
.

Suffused light came on as Everett walked into the bedroom. The bed itself was large, taking up half the room, with a fuzzy, spring green coverlet inviting her touch. He laid her on the bed gently and sat next to her. He gazed upon her lovingly, his touch on her arm slow and reassuring.

She wanted to ask him if he knew her secret, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she opened her mouth when he leaned to kiss her.

His lips were as strong and beautiful as before. The touch of his mouth on hers firm but not insistent. He took his time tasting her, teasing her.

She responded to his exploration with curiosity, kissing him back, doing some investigation of her own. His lips pleased her, she decided. She covered his hand on the bedspread with hers.

He must have taken that as encouragement. His lips pressed harder, his tongue firm yet flexible as he claimed more territory as his own.

She let him.
Oh, heavens yes
she let him. Opening her mouth and tilting her head back, she gave herself over to his soft pressure. Slowly he pushed her down onto the bed. When his torso covered hers, she found the weight surprisingly bearable. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned.

He slid his hand under her head and crushed his mouth to hers. Down below, his hardened cock rubbed against her thigh. He ate every one of her desperate moans, swallowing them and using his clever tongue to demand she give him more until she could no longer breathe and he lifted his head. “Sam.”

“Everett,” she panted.

His fingers made quick work of her shirt buttons. He laid it open, exposing her bra. His hands cupped one breast through the fabric and squeezed, then the other. Then he used his teeth to rip the bra away.

The intensity in his eyes made her squeal. She’d never been looked at so hungrily.

He licked and tasted one nipple, then the other. “Delicious,” he said.

She wriggled under him, her body on fire needing his touch everywhere. Did it matter he wasn’t human?
The hell
. There was no point in considering that question now. Her body had all the answer she needed. “Everett, I want you—”

The maddening man shook his head. “Not yet. I want to see you first.” He took his time stripping her of every scrap of material on her body. Even her socks. When she was completely bare he stood her up.

She felt a little like a plucked chicken standing naked before him, open to his scrutiny. With his superior eyesight he’d quickly find every flaw, note every detail. She crossed her arms over her chest but he re-opened them, leaving them hanging by her sides. Then he sank onto his knees.

With his hands covering her breasts he gazed up at her adoringly. He stroked down her belly to her hips, then explored the curves of her legs. When he was done with the front side he moved around to her back. His palms caressed her shoulder blades, down her back and her ass. He leaned his warm cheek against her butt and wrapped his arms around her hips, hugging her. She felt worshipped.

Whatever his true intentions, his actions strengthened her, gave her a confidence no other man could. Everett had seen her every flaw and worshipped her. She knew she could tell him anything, be anything, and he’d still desire her. No human contact had ever given her that. She put her hands over his on her hips. “Everett…I’m ready.”

He stood and took off his clothes. The penis attachment jutted out proudly from his loins. She wanted to touch it—feel it warm and vibrating–but he pushed her hand back. “Not yet.”

Stifling a whine she let him guide her onto the bed. He lay down beside her and stroked his hand from her collarbone down to her pussy nice and slow. His fingers were soft as they dipped into her folds and she wondered about his ‘new skin’ comment. Could he change his skin to be any texture she wanted? The idea made her moisten and she squirmed.

“That’s it,” Everett said. “A little more.” His movements were slow but efficient. They hit their targets with alarming accuracy. If she’d felt laid open to him before, this was tenfold. He punched the button of her clit expertly—even better than she could—drawing a loud moan from her lips. Her whole body melted under his touch. He slid a finger inside her easily and drew it back out. When he slid it in again and rubbed her clit at the same time, she clutched his shoulders and he lowered his head to cover her mouth with his.

His tongue pressed inside teasing hers, mimicking the action of the finger inside her, and she was soon panting beneath him and wetter than she’d ever been in her life. A couple more seconds of this and she’d explode. But she wanted, needed more of him.

“Everett, please.”

“No.” He crooked the finger inside her and swirled the one on her clit. Above, he captured her mouth again possessively, thoroughly. He pinned her to the bed with his body, with his intent, his power.

Her legs trembled. An orgasm started in her core and raced into every nook and cranny of her being. “Everett!” She screamed his name into his mouth and came. Legs trembling, she twisted and writhed arching closer to him yet further away from the rapturous heat consuming her. Every second of the bliss was agony. For a mechanoid, he’d done it right—couldn’t have done it better, actually. He’d taken total control of her body and she loved it. But she wanted more than this.

He feathered butterfly kisses across her lips as she lay gasping in his arms. Down below his fingers still teased, tempting her to stay on the brink. She moaned with every taste of him until he abruptly stopped. When he did, it was like an orchestra had thrown down their instruments mid-concerto. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face.

“Everett?”

“Does it matter if I was programmed to love you? Does it make my love not good enough?” His eyes held enough sadness to fill a river, more sorrow than a mechanoid should ever know.

She chocked back a sob. Her body knew Everett had been made for her and didn’t care. But what about her heart? Could she choose to love a man made mostly of wires and programmed by her father to adore her? Did his construction truly matter, or did his intent? For so long she’d hated everything her father created, believing them emotionless automatons that had stolen her father’s attention from her, but maybe she’d been wrong to jump to conclusions. Everett was no mere mechanoid. He was her rescuer, her protector, her man. And he loved her like no one else ever had. He deserved a chance at happiness, too. She threaded her fingers through his silky blond hair, enjoying the texture. “No, Everett. Your love is perfect.” She looked him in the eye. “I love you exactly the way you are.”

The words set him free. They broke the dam of desperate uncertainty lodged inside him, which he quickly flung to the nether regions of space, never to be seen again.

He let out an animalistic cry and mounted her, sliding his flesh against hers, reveling in the full-body contact. With one hand cradling her head, guiding her mouth to his and the other holding her hip, he entered her in one quick push. His penis vibrated as she arched beneath him, clutching his back. Her high-pitched cry was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard next to her scream.

Knowing he’d already given her pleasure in the safe house the previous night—oh yes, he’d heard every one of her soft pants—caused the base of his groinal attachment to ache with desire to make her come again. He wasn’t sure the unit had been programmed to experience such a rapturous pain, but he ignored the warning sensors and obeyed the urge to seat himself deeper. In three thrusts her delicate flower fully surrounded him. He hummed with pleasure against her lips.

Now fully inside her, they moved as one. With him thrusting and her receiving, the bed and the house and the distance between them—human versus machine—faded into nothingness. He hadn’t realized he had the capacity to feel this open, this free. The lightness made his head so dizzy he wanted to cry. He closed his eyes and found their use unnecessary. In fact, he noted almost every bit of data he normally relied on became totally superfluous.

He shut off the data on her heart rate, the ambient temperature of the room, the Security Core feed stream, even the oceanic tables. He sank his awareness into the gentle rocking of her hips, her breathy moans against his lips, and the friction of her erect nipples on his chest. These simple sensations overwhelmed his world. He could no longer think his own name. He half worried his penis would detach or explode from the joy. But it didn’t. Instead it wriggled. On super-speed setting.

He screamed into her neck while unfamiliar pulsations throbbed through his cock, elongating and shaking it back and forth, forward and backward. He had no sperm to give her so he gave Sam her name on his lips, his love for her bursting from his mechanoid heart, filling his head instead. He clutched her to him like a life raft in a storm and howled out every ounce of passion he possessed.

Underneath him, she opened her legs wider, taking him deeper, and arched her precious human body toward his. She too, gave him his name, over and over as his penis spun and whirred, never stopping for an instant.

He drove his cock into her harder, each thrust longer, and smiled when her hands ripped the sheets.

“Everett!”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” He chanted incoherently, no longer in control of himself or his cock. He had no words to describe the tingling sensation shooting through his shaft or the shocking idea he never wished this moment to end. The concept of eternity was as foreign to him as death. But he longed to savor the fact he finally felt fully and incomparably worthy of Sam.

After long minutes of endless euphoria his cock at last settled down. It bucked and thumped less wildly within her, the agony slowing to a dull pulsing throb. But his human-programmed heart ached for more. More closeness. More Samantha. More breathless time together. He grinned down at her with awestruck enthusiasm. “Again?”

Her breaths were fast and shallow so he eased off her, sliding to rest by her side on the bed. His cock was the last thing to lose contact with her body. He had half a mind to detach it and insert it where it belonged and pleasure her endlessly using the built-in automatic setting.

“Oh God, Everett.” She clapped a hand to her heaving bosom. “Give me a minute to recover, okay? Wow. That was…that was….”

“Beautiful.”

She looked at him with surprised, warm brown eyes. “Yes. It was.”

“Good.” He settled onto his back and left the data feeds off. The only one he kept running was the cow locater program and household security essentials. After a few seconds of mindlessly smiling ear-to-ear, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “You were much louder than last night. I like tonight’s sounds even better.”

She playfully slapped his arm. “Everett! You heard me?”

He shrugged and cocked his head. “Of course I did. I can hear Bessie chewing her cud from here. It’s part of my security features.”

Her cheeks pinked. “Why didn’t you say anything? Tell me to stop?”

“Why would I? I loved hearing every second of your pretty little orgasms, and knowing my cock provided them drove me wild. I could hardly think, you messed up my computational ability so badly.” He nudged her nose with his. He decided not to tell her detaching his penis didn’t end his awareness of it. He’d adored being inside her as she rode him to her pleasure. He closed his eyes again and sighed dreamily.