Her hand slid up his arm, fingers flexing against the hard line of his chassis.
Grip pressure: 32 kilopascals.
Clinging, not bracing.
He thrust again—unhurried, experimental. The way her inner muscles fluttered around him created a feedback spike he hadn’t modeled. Not resistance. Not mere friction. A kind of welcome.
She exhaled—soft, shaky.
Vocalization frequency increased.
Breath rate: elevated but stable.
Pupils: further dilation.
Emotion: pleasure; rising.
“Xen…” she whispered, the sound shaped like a secret, not a call for aid. “You feel…good.”
He processed the statement, compared it to the tactical reality: he was only moving with 9% of his available strength. Enough to move her body; not enough to risk damage. His internal regulators held every motion inside a safe envelope—gentle, careful, present.
But her body didn’t know percentages or safety protocols.
It only knew him—slowly learning her.
He withdrew again, then pressed deeper, testing the lower anterior curve this time. She gasped—involuntary.
Hips responding without conscious directive, rising to meet his thrust, thighs trembling around him.
This time, when he filled her, she made a soft sound—a caught breath on the edge of a moan, gratitude threaded through need.
The data recorded: Pressure spike. Increased lubrication. Full-body micro-contractions.
No pain indicators.
All signals aligned with pleasure.
He felt none of it the way she did — not heat or stretch or slickness, not the human flood of sensation—but hewitnessedit.
Hecausedit.
So, he held her reaction like a sacred data set no system could ever overwrite.
And when she reached up and touched his face — thumb brushing the hard plane of his cheek like he had skin there — that input hit harder than any sensor.
“Xen,” she whispered, breath warm, eyes shining and glassy. “Do that again.”
He did.
Careful.
Precise.
NEX
I sat with my back against the door to the cabin’s bedroom, listening to Sirena moan while slowly dying.
I knew now that all the little things my body told me were death weren’t really—but for some reason each time I had to convince myself of that anew.
