“Oh fuck,” she whispered, then reached for them, bringing them to her mouth to lick.
“I can clean myself,” he said, though he was loathe to stop her.
Her gaze took on a wicked look. “That’s not the point,” she said, sucking on one of them. “I like tasting him. You. Me.”
Xen was definitely acquiring lips the second he got back to headquarters.Immediately.
She sucked the other one clean, then gently bit its tip before smiling.
Is that good or bad?he asked Nex.
Everything with her is good. You’ll see,he told me back.
“Was that enough data for you?” she asked, while blinking slowly.
And what does that mean?he asked.
It means you’re on your own. So, stop cheating by asking,he replied back. Xen caught him with a visual sensor, looking smug.
Xen decided to be honest. “No,” he said, and for a millisecond her pulse wavered. “The data was good. But—there was not enough of it. I need more. Much, much more,” he said truthfully.
She tilted her head. “Good,” she said, beaming, reaching up to catch my head between her hands. “I heard…you maybe brought…something for me?”
Nex had told her, of course.
“No way. I’m looking at it first,” he complained loudly.
Xen shifted, and found the internal compartment he’d made to carry his insertable along.
Having it be on his exterior like human genitalia would’ve just felt foolish, or necessitated clothing—it was easier to secret on himself somewhere for transport. He pulled it out, and offered it over to Nex first.
“Not me?” Sirena teased with a laugh.
“If it’s not up to par, it’s not going near you,” Nex explained, taking it from him.
“I modeled it off of yours, since yours has already brought her so much pleasure,” Xen explained. “However, I made it slightly larger in all dimensions, seeing as I am a bigger entity.”
Nex’s eyebrows went up—but he kept his thoughts to himself, as threatened. “Tactimetal?”
“Almost entirely. But I embedded an additional distributed sensory array along the primary shaft and coronal ridge—optimized for both bidirectional feedback and high-resolution environmental capture. I wanted to record everything. It also has slight prehensile capabilities.”
“Um?” Sirena asked, in a high-pitched voice—and he sent the insertable a signal, which made the shaft curve. “Oh my God,” she then whispered. “You are kidding me.”
Xen was worried about her phrasing, but her eyes were rapt upon it.
“How does it attach to you?” she wondered.
“I will show you,” Xen said, and rose up to be on one knee.
He opened a seamless panel in his lower abdomen—flush with his body, indistinguishable until now. Then he slotted the insertable into place with a soft click.
Tiny haptic arms locked it in, anchoring the base flush with him. A faint glow pulsed along the shaft as it synced with his core.
“Linkage confirmed,” he said, voice slightly lower. “Tactile feedback operational. Thermal compensation engaged.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered again.
Xen looked down at himself—now fully, explicitly outfitted. “I am…ready.”
