“And which part did you concentrate on? Coming in the door? The ninety-seven—or the three?”
“Both,” he answered earnestly. “I wanted one to be true. But I couldn’t deny that the other existed.”
“That sounds pretty human, to me,” I said, smiling sweetly. “Now . . . how did you see this going down?”
XEN
He had spent weeks running assorted simulations—but they had all relied on an initial assumption: that his math was correct.
“We should ensure it will fit you,” he said. “May I?”
She nodded and shifted aside, eyes bright with curiosity.
Nex had transmitted every relevant moment from their time together for reference—but witnessing her pupillary dilation firsthand, watching the precise ways her breath changed when she looked at him, gave him a frisson of unexpected pleasure.
Xen withdrew the insertable and placed it back into the fire. Sirena made that sound again—half squeal, half laugh—and he found he liked it more each time.
“It will be fine,” he assured her. When he retrieved it, he ran his fingertips along the surface, assessing heat diffusion across the material to confirm it was safe.
“Could you lie down?” he asked.
She bit her lip and wriggled into his prior place. “You can…uh…science me. A little,” she said, cheeks coloring.
Xen noted her preference immediately. She liked to be observed. She liked to hold his full attention.
“Open for me,” he requested, and she obeyed, exhaling slow.
He allowed his gaze to travel—methodically, reverently—down the length of her, watching how her heart rate increased, how her abdominal muscles tensed. Then he followed with his hand, confirming each data point with touch.
At last, he held the shaft of the insertable and gently ran it across her entrance.
She made a new sound at that—half sigh, half release—as he gathered her lubrication, then nudged the tip up to press lightly against her clitoris.
“What do you think?” she asked, breathless, gaze upturned and trusting, with an undercurrent of something unexpectedly delicious. “Will it?”
“More data is required,” he replied, and watched her blood surge in response.
Xen put his arm down beside her, and then slowly pushed his insertable into the same soft space where his fingers had recently been. Her eyelids fluttered, as all of the tactile data available to him confirmed her acceptance—her muscles stretching to accommodate, moisture levels increasing, heat blooming outward from the point of entry.
Her internal pressure gradients adjusted with each incremental insertion. Her breathing shifted—deeper, slower—and he watched her throat work around a swallow, her pulse spiking briefly beneath the surface of her skin.
The insertable’s sensors relayed real-time tension values: snug, but not restrictive.
Optimal.
He adjusted his angle slightly to match the subtle anterior tilt of her pelvis. Her legs shifted in response, opening wider without instruction.
Her hips rose to meet him.
Feedback loop established.
He withdrew by 2.7 centimeters, then eased forward again on a new trajectory—slightly higher, adjusting to the subtle muscular contraction along her anterior wall. Her breath hitched, diaphragm stuttering. A tremor ran across her abdomen, visible beneath her skin like a passing wave.
He repeated the motion—slow, exact, building a pattern.
Retraction: 2.3 cm.
Insertion: gradual, controlled, to previous depth + 1.1 mm.
