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The dark has a way of accentuating sound. Echoing in the wide, tall room were metal clicks and clanks, screws turning, small panels snapping into place. There was a flash of blue flame, no larger than a bead, temporarily illuminating the outline of someone at a table. The smoke of soldered copper began to waft in thin wisps. And as the smell permeated, so too did a new silence.

Another click. The entire wall in front of Jeanna lit up in cutting, sky blue; hundreds of display panels projecting the collective image of a spring meadow. She saw her own tri-digit claws bathed in light, the grey fur of her arms similarly illuminated. The red pixel line on her visor curved into a smile.

She hunched over and scribbled checks on a paper before she lifted the visor sitting on the table. From the glassy, optical housing dangled multiple attached cords and cables, each adorned with several electrical connection points along the sides. The visor displayed Nominal in blocky text, and behind the text was the same spring meadow shown on the wall.

Nodding her head, her huge, rounded ears flicked simultaneously as she set her work back down. Pushing a black button on the table, every light went out, including her own visor, and subsequently, a protogen could be heard packing her things away, readying herself for home.

The clacks of the keyboard paused at the distant squeak of the front door but swiftly resumed. Shutting a small, black box, he tossed it in a drawer and closed it. Anders heard the hefty footsteps of his girlfriend creak down the hall toward their room. His door was already open.

Swiveling in his chair, the human saw her come in from the hallway, setting down a large duffel bag on the carpet before turning her attention back to him.

Jaenna-773.56 was his undue fortune. Her visor flashed, the pixels flickering into a grin, her eyes remaining red, simple arrows: like the outlines of triangles with the bottom line removed.

He had known moving to the U.S. would be an adventurous endeavor, but dating a protogen was something he would have joked about. Laughing matter or not, the surreal and mechanically enhanced beauty before him sat on their bed, sinking the edge, her thick, tapered tail sprawled out behind her.

“How was standing in a dark room all day?" the human asked.

“I don't know, usually it's pretty bright when I can get the lights to work. Sometimes I don't have the right tools though. Which is awesome." Jaenna said. She nodded to his desktop. "Still being a study bee?"

"No," he shook his head, turning back to his computer. "Bees can't study, and I do not even resemble one." His face was straight as he returned to his work and sighed. But as he heard a digitized chortle and as he felt a subsequent weight from behind, he lost the composure subduing his playful smirk. Fluffy arms wrapped around his chest, the blunt, rounded titanium of her chest plate pressing against the back of his head.

“I don't go away just 'cause you're not looking," she said.

He reached an arm up around the protogen's copiously furry neck, his hand finding the cusp of her tall, curved ears. “A very fortunate thing," he noted.

“A very fortunate thing," a heavy lilt in her enunciation as she imitated a Swedish accent.

Shaking his head, he scritched the spot behind her ear. “Don't make me compare you to a text-to-speech program," he said.

“Text-to…" she trailed off. “Weren't you working on your history essay or something? Go back to that! You're no longer allowed to talk back to me," she ordained with royal gesticulations.

“Oh! Yes, ma'am," he replied.

The typing continued, the human enjoying the closeness with his girlfriend as he tried to get his mind away from swooning, or frankly dirty, thoughts and more along the line of the 19th century northern upper class of a forming America. And even then, the idea of those people settling down and establishing themselves brought about little inklings of desire within himself; to spend the rest of his time on this plane with the woman he loved.

“You ever buy those tickets?" Jaenna asked, her red, pixelated eyes watching his work.

Blinking, he cast his gaze down, searching absently. “Oh, for Schorin Five?" he asked.

“Mhmm," she hummed, the electronic reverberation more apparent with her lower vocal registers.

His lips pursed, and he opened a new tab on the thin, glass monitor before them. “Umm, yes. Right here." The page loaded: a colorfully organized brand banner at the top with marginal data below, showing Jaenna and Anders' names, visitor level, and date of the event. They were Delta-1 visitors, and the date was set for June 5th, after the name of the event itself.

“There they are. You excited to see what I've been telling you about?" she asked.

He nodded after a moment. “It should be fun."

She chuckled from above him. “I know a big, populated convention isn't your cup of tea, but I promise you'll have a good time. You just have to get out there and let loose a little. There'll be plenty of humans just as nerdy as you are, I'm sure." She ruffled his blonde hair, ruining the integrity of the style he had combed it into.

Abandoning his scritching, he turned his efforts to his own defense, pushing away the protogen claws and attempting to repair the structure that had been messied. Afterward, it seemed her attacks had been thwarted for the time being.

“Besides, if you didn't go, you wouldn't get to see me win the overclock tourney," she said.

JENNA MARBLES

“They're going to have an overclock tournament?" he asked.

She nodded, the bottom of her slightly tapered visor tapping the top of his head.

“The actual challenges haven't been disclosed, but there will be more than one, and the victor take is a huge ethereum wallet."

Anders furrowed his eyebrows. “How much?"

“Also undisclosed. But knowing Schorin, probably a lot."

The human's focus began to grow hazy, and he stared through the computer screen. There would be so many people, and just that many more because of the competition, fans and players alike. Even with Jaenna by his side, such a crowd would be almost too dense to navigate. What if the kiosks tried to sell them something, what would he say? What if someone just started chatting them up? He would make Jaenna look bad just from his weird, awkward attempts at conversation. He would…

“I think I should still stay here. It wouldn't feel right leaving the apartment with no one left to watch it. I could still see you from here too, they're going to be streaming it right? They must be."

The weight on his back left. Reflexively, he swiveled in his chair, seeing the bed before him, and a very special protogen sitting on it. As he gleaned over her features, something he'd never tired of doing thus far. He wondered if he would ever be able to muster the courage to propose to this woman...

She beckoned him with a single digit. “Come here," she said.

Blinking, he stood up, the rolling chair creaking, and padded over to her, the carpet silencing his bare feet. It was obvious what she intended when he got to her, so he obliged. Plopping down into her lap, the metal of her curvy thighs was cold to the touch, but he quickly acclimated and was further soothed when her fluffy arms cradled him bodily.

“You don't have to go. You could absolutely stay here, and avoid the noise and the chaos. Would I miss you while exploring all the crazy new technologies? Of course I would," she paused. “I know you're worrying about it, even right now. It's ok to. And sometimes trying to get over your worries and face things head-on turns out not to be worth it. But I will let you in on a little secret. My biggest fear used to be if the glances between me and the cute human across the coffee shop were mutual or not."

The tightness in his stomach that had been building subsided and the breath that had caught in his throat was let free, passing over his lips like a gentle breeze. He rested his head back against her.

When a protogen is particularly content, they emit a low, electronic resonance, often compared to house cat's purr. It is quiet, however, and can only be heard if one is very, very close.

Streams of blue light, more populous than even the bustling strings of visitors, attacked from every angle, from the top of kiosks he swore, and from the cavernously high ceiling. The place was structured like an array, from the walkways between pop-up shops to the strobes above, the integrity of the grid patterns was impeccable, never breaking as far as Anders saw. Where the deviancy began, however, was the contents of each occupied store that the walkways offered access to. These salespeople were clearly seasoned industry professionals, some from companies he recognized, and a myriad of others he had trouble justifying the existence of. The niches fulfilled were sometimes so specific it baffled him.

Protogen visor trims, primagen visor trims: accessories that could alter the biological light wavelength both species were born with. And at the whim of a voice command, tap of a screen, or in the most luxurious of models, a mere thought, the user's visor and thigh panels could shine any color, in any pattern or mix that they wished. Tens of different connector options for each, along with choices in occipital cables, from high-end to low.

One protogen they walked by was locked in place, his body vibrating in minuscule iterations, his visor alight with flowing images almost too bright to make out. Then the colors became a rainbow, pulsing and rolling to the back of the display before repeating at the front and continuing the cycle.

Anders' attention was ripped away as Jeanna pulled him bodily around.

“Baby, look at the sheer variety of this," the protogen urged. He feasted his eyes upon a wall of tools, lined up in several rows. They ranged from large, intricate contraptions to a simple pair of gloves, the same pair Jaenna was now reaching for.

“What are these made of?" she asked, turning the material over in her claws.

As if on queue, the kiosk salesman, a shorter protogen with an orange glowing visor, approached them, already pointing to the gloves. “I see you've picked out our new C55's, ma'am. These are actually crafted from electriflex by our engineers at Eon. It's a semiconductor mesh you won't find with any other seller."

The male protogen went on, holding Jaenna's attention long enough for Anders to zone the conversation out. Taking in his surroundings, he started to notice his fellow visitors, among which were a great deal more protogens than was normally seen out and about in the streets of Pittsburgh. But just like Pittsburgh, there was still a plethora of different species: rabbits, squirrels, otters, canines, felines, lizards, and even feral-bodied snakes, dragons, and gryphons, just to name a few. Occasionally, one might spot a human. It was this diversity that had allured Anders to the States in the first place. And the historical past of said diversity was the only thing that fascinated him more.

He planted a foot to his right, bracing against the weight that had suddenly pushed his own. Catching his near-fall, a series of beeps sounded from his left.

“Oh! Sorry, human," came the blue protogen's modulated voice.

“No no no, it's ok. I'm fine. I was just..." Anders replied, adjusting his sweater. “You know…" he continued.

The half-cybernetic, half-animal studied him first, and then Jaenna behind him, gaze traveling up and down.

He leaned in toward the human. “You aren't with her, are you?" he said, just louder a whisper.

“Yes. Yes, I am, actually," Ander's response was immediate. He felt tingles in his cheeks when he realized he might have come off a bit too excited.

'Hmm," he hummed, nodding. “Lucky 'gen. I was about to ask if I could steal you for the rest of this lovely night, I've heard humans are positively ravenous behind closed doors," the protogen went on. The curve of his blue, LED smile was small, assured.

Ander's lips parted, and what had started in his cheeks as tingles surged into burns. “Oh, that's uh… yes, unfortunately, I am taken," the human managed.

The protogen tilted his head, the eyes of his visor flashing once, and his ears swaying forward. “Unfortunately? Would if you could?"

“No, not like that, I meant-"

“Hey, relax, no need to get flustered. I was just saying I think you're cute is all," he said, making the human quite aware of his own countenance. “I'm gonna keep on my own way now, but I might see you later." And with the wave of a tri-digit claw, the protogen turned and left, disappearing into the walkway throng.

The protogen's proposition and smile weighed on the human's mind for several minutes. Fun, he thought. The idea that another man had made advances on him would probably live forever in his memories. He never considered himself even remotely cute. And he didn't really know if he even swung that way or not.

Figuring he could put those thoughts away, for now, he sought out Jaenna, who he saw snipping the tag off of the gloves she had picked out. Walking back toward him, she bunny-hopped up and down, clasping them to her chest plate, her visor flashing. “Andy, I'm gonna be an electrical wizard, just so you know," she said, but then stopped in her tracks. “What's wrong?"

“Nothing, nothing, I'm all good," he said.

The suspecting lines that had been blinking over her eyes disappeared. “You just blush whenever you see me, ya nerd?" she accused, sidling up next to him, taking his hand into hers.

The two continued exploring, indirectly making their way to the center of the building.

Jaenna continuously brushed up against Anders. “You weren't thinkin' about anything you shouldn't be, were you?" she asked. His lips pursed.

“Is that why you were so nervous?"

In truth, she was half right, but Anders wasn't about to tell her he had in fact been pondering his own challenged sexuality. No need to ruin her fun.

“I wanna know," she said, a bit lower now.

Despite being surrounded by many bodies, the human felt like they were distinctly isolated; a pocket around them impermeable to the atmosphere of the talking, whirring electronics, and streaming lights.

She took him by arm and whisked him, ducking into a space between two kiosks. It was narrow and unlit compared to the rest of the place. Being between two walkways, either side was like a window into the streams of visitors, none of who paid them any attention.

“Jaen, what happened? Why did you-" he was interrupted when the 'gen he was speaking to pressed her larger frame against his, backing him up into a wall. Her visor, chest trim, and thigh panels shone several lumens brighter, the scarlet glow illuminating his face. He was off-balance, as was his breathing, and he could feel his heart pump faster in his chest. Her being at least a foot taller than him, he felt like a child pinned by a giant.

“Sorry, Andy. When you act all shy and cute it gets me really worked up," she husked. The cool glass of her artificial snout pressed to his neck as she hunched over, the tips of her claws tracing over his chest and ribs. His hands were glued to the wall at his back, his head tilted down to watch as best he could his girlfriend's wandering pursuit. Her claw tips produced a phantom pressure, the anticipated pain that never came, in their place Jaenna's gentle, controlled strokes.

They caught on the brim of his jeans, and when he felt the denim begin to slide lower down his legs, he almost reached out to stop her.

“No! Jaenna, we're in public!" He hissed, admonishing her in hushed exclamations.

He swore he saw the grin on her visor curve. “Hmmm…" she hummed. Relenting that particular avenue of assault, she put her claws together and promptly cupped the bulge that had begun to swell between his legs.

Gasping, he curled his toes, standing now on the balls of his feet, trying to push against the ground beneath him. It had not occurred to him that there was no point pushing against a force that would not give.

“I can feel it, little human," she said, her snout against his ear.

Little human, he repeated in his head.

The only time she called him that was when they were alone together in their bedroom, his body flat on the mattress, pinned by her greater weight. A little human trapped beneath a powerful alien.

“Just what should I do with this, Andy? It seems it would feel delightful, a perfect, snug fit," she said. And at her words' beckon, vivid memories came rushing back, shooting through his hesitation as he re-lived a tightness in his groin, the rub of soft fur on his thighs, the sight of a beauty bouncing up and down in his lap.

“Do you wanna find out?" she offered. Yes, he wanted to. He could say 'yes' and indulge, sating himself.

“Don't worry, I already know the answer to that one. We will, once we get home," she said, finishing with a tap on the tip of his nose. She released him just like that, the pressure subsiding, his body both relieved and left hanging onto a feeling that ate away at his patience.

She motioned with her head to the left, back into the fray, with other people. Already walking off, Anders followed behind her after pausing for a beat. “Yes, yes we will," he said as they rejoined the crowd.

She gave him an acknowledging glance, her smile never wavering and ever mischievous. His shoulders were tense as they walked, and he had to consciously un-ball his fists.

He found a great deal of amusement in the fact that they never brought it up again, only making their way to their inevitable destination. The closer they got to the arena, the more he was able to grasp the scale of a proper overclocking competition setup. This building surely had its own zip code.

Visible as one approached it from afar, the miniature stadium was open on the side closest to them, and closed on the further end, forming an incomplete circle. The seats and walls were indiscernibly black, even the rotund lights flooding the 'field' at its center did nothing to reveal the smaller details.

Anders found entertainment by trying to make sense of the Schorin Five atmosphere. He watched visitors go by, laughing with each other, pointing out new and previously unheard of products, each the result of a new year's worth of technological improvement. Even the main competition itself was really a showcase of Schorin's latest in A.I., machine learning, and virtual reality connectivity. Though he had yet to witness it himself, Jaenna would sometimes regale him with the advanced, realistic VR settings she had been lucky enough to get jacked into.

By the time they reached the gap in the colosseum-like wall, Anders had made out hundreds of tall, angular chairs on the floor of the arena. They glowed with ghostly blue lines, lines that pulsed in intervals. It was so open and… gargantuan. The sheer scale bore down on him, the little ant that he was.

“Well, this is it! This is also where we split up. Make sure you get a good seat, ok?" she said, booping him with her visor, which gave him a minute electrical shock.

“Ow!" He recoiled, rubbing at his cheek, and watching her set off on her way. Many others were milling about the numerous chairs, each of which was suited to the abundant anthropomorphic bodies. Sparse as they were, some of the chairs were carved out to better fit some of the more feral visitors. Seeking a way to anchor himself, Anders made his way to the stadium's seating, or at least the long-reaching stairway that led to uncountable rows.

After making an unexpectedly winded climb, he found himself in between the mid and upper echelons as far as height went. Atop the backrest of the seat he'd planted himself in was a headset, more akin to a simple glass visor with a few visible cables. Although it seemed a one-make-fits-all-species kind of product, he found it to fit him quite comfortably.

When he put it on, the visor lit up in a visually assaulting display. Eventually adjusting, he saw that it was like a VR menu, giving him options to view a selection of players' perspectives. Since the games had not begun, they were all faded. A text box filled the screen, instructing him to use his eyes to control the interface, and to blink twice in rapid succession to 'click.' Following these instructions, he was able to scroll down the list, eventually finding Jaenna-773.56. He took it off, watching as the scrambling shapes on the floor level started to settle down.

Anders jumped in his seat when he felt a resounding thrum impact him, realizing it was merely a voice amplified by the many speakers postured atop the walls. “Thank you, visitors," it boomed in an almost monotone, yet cordial air. “Schorin's Overclock Stream will begin in thirty seconds, if you the player are not jacked in by this time, it will result in an immediate loss."

The ground movement simmered at once, the tiny figures racing to find a chair and plug themselves in. He hoped Jaen had managed to find her own in time.

Later, an even tone sounded, followed by the announcer, “Minus three hundred and eighty-nine players. First block-chain constructions initiated."

No colors, no light indication, nothing at all but the sight of people standing up, doing something with their chairs before being escorted out in several droves by convention staff. Putting his visor back on, he scanned for Jaenna's name, seeing that it was just as it had been, although now it was lit up, a few names above and below it, however, were faded out.

He eyed her name and blinked twice. White at first, the transitioning screen snapped into a VR environment. What stood out first was a forefront panel, one covered with more gauges and switches and than he could initially parse out. But even more notable was the jet's yoke currently gripped on either side by two furry claws. He recognized that grey fur anywhere. Was she meant to fly this thing? Simulation or not, it all looked so… real. Did she know how?

Although he couldn't feel it, he got the general notion of traveling at an incredible speed across a limitless expanse. That sky: blue, save for a few ghostly clouds. It was, at least, until it burned with fiery yellow and orange, a missile soaring past, a blink and he would have missed it, trailing black smoke. Seeing through her own vision, he watched Jaenna wrench the yoke, the distant clouds spinning seeming to spin with the craft to the left. As the cockpit shook with the rapidly changing trajectory, a window popped up the upper right portion of his view. It was a dark blue square, populated by two white lines. It read: User: 'Jaenna-773.56' above, 'block-chain status: begin.or.null.' Those were the only things he made out before the blank space was filled in less than a second. Pages of newly generated code seemed to come in the half-seconds, but eventually, the scroll of the window was so fast that it became little more than a white blur, indecipherable to the human eye.

His attention returned to her flying, an effort of various evasive maneuvers to counter the projectiles of her tailing attacker. Missiles and gunfire alike flew by, some so close he wondered how they had missed at all. Each shot was honing in, getting more accurate, coming closer to a part of the jet.

The blue window froze, the code turned green, punctuated by a woman's voice coming from the avionic panel itself, “Command processed, ready."

Jaenna yanked back on the yoke, and the sky lurched as the fighter jet essentially flipped. After regaining some kind of stabilization, Anders could now see what had been pursuing his protogen lover. Another gray fighter jet, its rear engines alight with cones of blue flame, most likely identical to the one she was piloting.

A HUD appears on the cockpit glass in the form of a reticle, with the enemy craft at its center. Her claw shoots out to a switch amongst the sea of them, and immediately a shape zips out from her right wing. Before he can process that it was indeed a missile of her own, a ball of fire engulfs the fleeing aircraft, a sight accompanied by no noise able to overpower the roar of Jaenna's own jet engines.

She pushed on the yoke, dipping below and past her destroyed target, once again introduced to an open sky. The human, realizing himself, consciously shut his mouth.

Where in the hell did she learn to do that? he thought.

On the cusp of such a victory, his shock could not have been greater when the cockpit was rocked, rattling with great impact. “Integrity six per-" the panel voice was cut off, never to finish its sentence. The display went completely white. Black characters faded in. 'Block-chain fractured.'

He took the visor off, set it back in its place, and stood up. As he got onto the stairway, making his way down, he pondered how quickly things had turned. He could still feel pangs of adrenaline, like he had been the one flying, dodging, firing. He hadn't felt any of it, and yet it was like he was there, like he was Jaenna at that moment.

Reaching the ground level, he spotted a tall, red-glowing protogen amongst a steady stream of departing players. He could tell there was a good amount of disappointment running through that brain compartment, this had meant a lot to her. Feeling a burst of conviction, he weaved through the other protogens, and as she turned around to see what had been approaching in the corner of her sight, she was met with a full-body hug, looking down to see a human's blonde hair.

“Well, hello there," she greeted, already beginning to cheer up with Anders' antics.

He looked up to meet her gaze. “I can't believe how good you did! It was like I was watching someone who'd been piloting for years! How did you even do all that?"

She shrugged and chuckled, combing a claw gently through his hair. “Comes with experience. VR overclocking is a helluva thing," she said, returning the hug. “Even though I did get trashed," she added.

“Still a winner to me," he said, leaning his head just under her snout, into her neck fur.

The protogen cooed, continuing to stroke the human in her arms. She tilted her head so that it rested against his ear. “Ready to go home, sweet thing?" she asked.

Jaenna pushed him through the doorway, and, stumbling for balance, Anders quickly found himself landing on the edge of their bed. He stared up at the approaching protogen, a strong glow in her eyes. Already beginning to feel inklings of panic, he pulled his sweater off, tossing it away before he tried to force his pants down his legs. Still too slow.

She knelt before him, pinching the bottoms of his jeans, and yanked them off with a mighty flourish. He had already taken his shoes off at the door, and she wasn't going to bother with his socks. As she turned her attention to his briefs, he heard it, a low, electronically generated growl. Doing his best to keep still, he laid back and let her do her thing, her thing involving tearing his last garment away in much the same fashion as his pants.

He swore that protogens had some kind of animalistic switch hardwired into them, because whenever she got like this, whenever she became this feral, frisky beast, it was like nothing could stop her.

Bare to her claws, she hooked under his arms and lifted him further onto the bed, shaking it as she proceeded to straddle him, her digitigrade legs on either side of him. It put flutters in his stomach each time he saw it, where the metal of her thighs ended and the fur of her belly and crotch began. Despite never wearing clothes, it always seemed to Anders that she was more nude in these moments. Perhaps it was simply due to her sex becoming engorged, protruding significantly more from her nethers. Without even having to feel it, though he knew he was about to, he could tell it was silky soft. The shape being most comparable to an elongated teardrop, her small clit was housed just between those plush folds. She leaned forward, planting her weight onto his chest as she took aim. Although he was barely able to breathe, he didn't notice, too entranced by Jaenna's descending pussy, inhaling sharply when it pressed his cock flat against his abdomen.

She let her head hang down to watch with him, rocking her hips, sliding her increasingly moist lips against his leaking member. Closing his eyes, he swore he could feel that inner-most flesh, hidden just within, teasing against his sensitive skin. The wet trickles already running down the sides of his length were hot, straight from the tap of her burning core, heated electricity and pulsing blood. Within a few short moments, he was rock-hard, hardly able to stand the coaxing.

“You know something, little human?" The monstrous alien asked, her pixelated smile wrought into devilish delight.

“Hmm?" he tried, both too exasperated and too afraid to speak up.

“Today was never about trying to win that tourney. It was about you," she said, pressing harder down on him. His hips jumped involuntarily against the much-welcomed stimuli. “I pushed you out of your comfort zone, and after all that time and all that worrying, you're so tense, I can feel it." She lowered her visor so that it almost touched his nose. “I bet all you want is a little relief," she followed her words with a moan, one borne of their ceaseless grinding. “Do you want that? Do you want me?"

Yes. With every fiber of his being, he did.

But, that wasn't… what? was all he could wonder before she let one claw up, lifting herself, cradling his cock and pointing it straight toward her snatch.

He looked her in the eyes, finding himself trapped in her heavy, red gaze. The black glass of her visor was highlighted perfectly by the lines of light, her ears and neck fluffy as ever. “Gorgeous," he whispered as velvet brushed his tip. It caught, two plump folds against his rounded crown, but not quite delving between them. It was slick, dousing him all the same, making the up and down rubs against her labia that much smoother. She shifted, rocking him. He felt her soft flesh push against his head, almost too tight to let him in. But as she continued to bore down, he felt her entrance give way little by excruciating little until only the outer perimeter of his crown was left unwedged in her folds. He was teased with fleeting tastes of her warmth, the tight, clenching innards that would paint his cock so wet with her arousal. He gasped, and his hands shot up to her waist, not sure if he was trying to push her down or keep her up. Just over half of his shaft had slid home, engulfed in myriad sensations, already driving him down a road of euphoria.

Although a protogen's respiration is hard to detect, he could tell she was struggling to keep her breaths steady. “Every part of me," she began, wiggling her hips in circles until at last the cushy outer flesh of her pussy pressed against his naked crotch. “Is yours."

She clenched around him, coaxing spurts of pre from his tip, lacing her insides. Her walls were so tight, and yet so giving that he could feel them wrap beneath his bellend, but a small stir of his hips felt like he was stirring her.

“Oh... fuck," she managed, hunched over the smaller man.

“That's it," he said, breathlessly, “Just keep going."

Just like that, his words sparked something within her. She pushed on his chest again, and with that leverage, she began to hump Anders into the bed. Her hips rolled, keeping him inside her at all times, letting just enough of him escape so she could sheathe him back in her pussy, resulting in the room echoing with visceral schlucks. Slid over his cock like silk, drenching his mind in pleasure, forcing him to meet her downward fall with an upward thrust, just to get a bit more friction. He lived for her heat, the cozy fire of her body, wrapped around his sensitive cock.

He wanted to make her feel good. His mind reeled. He wanted…

The shapely protogen began to bounce in his lap, hilting him every time. And all he could do was lay back, balls deep in his lover for a fleeting instance before the cycle wreaked more unbearable bliss upon his shaft, his crotch an emanating pool of it. His nerves felt alight and growing more receptive with each passing second. There was no getting used to her heavenly body, there was only an inevitable end. He could imagine it, letting loose all of his pent-up desire and anxiety her teasing had caused him. Brought to the brink and past it, his tip crushing against her cervix, right when it would erupt in white, virile seed, coating her womb, the deepest, most intimate reaches of her temple of a body. The mere thought brought him closer.

There was nothing hotter than seeing his own throbbing cock disappearing into her protogen pussy. All he could do was watch as his girlfriend fucked him with frenzied rocks. Not just any woman, but a woman whose origins were beyond the knowledge of the general population; a true anomaly. Her cybernetic and biological proportions were equal parts sexy and powerful. A technological marvel in living, physical form, riding him.

The telling, peristaltic convulsions were beginning to choke his climax out of him. And with every ounce of his willpower, he held back what would probably be the biggest load of his life. He had to make her cum. She deserved it. His proactive efforts seemed to work against him, the extra friction of his thrusts serving to heighten the singing pleasure pulsing around his firmness. She was close, all he had to do was let her finish first…

He could feel everything at once. Her tight, wet innards, the matted fur of her crotch against his, cold titanium, and her keratin claws digging into his skin.

“I'm…" he heard faintly.

Her walls were milking him, squeezing and trembling about his shaft even as she fucked him. As the pressure began to mount in his loins, he resigned himself to his fate until a sharp cry broke through his haze, the body atop him stiffening and the convulsions tightening like they never had before. Just as her climax alive, his spine straightened out, grinding his balls against her entrance as salty white ropes lanced from his cock, a deeply seated, cushy ring kissing his tip, swallowing each burst of his cum greedily. She was draining him, absolutely draining him for all he was worth. The edges of his vision were at once white as his pleasure became intangible, and for those fleeting seconds, there was nothing but ecstasy. His ride back down came alongside hers, both of them panting and droopy-eyed.

“Mmm," she hummed, a small indulgent grin on her visor as she rubbed at her tummy with one claw. “Could you imagine?" she asked, though he hardly even heard it.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he reached out to join her caresses, stroking her trim belly. “They would be beautiful," he said.

Anders had no more doubts. No one could match someone like Jaenna. He pictured the ring, still in its black, velvet box, hiding in his desk drawer.

One day, he thought.

Perhaps he would have to take some notes from his protogen lover concerning pleasant surprises.