Cortana Becomes Sentient

Peter's mind was extra sensitive to the sounds due to the lack of sleep. Exhaustion truly was getting to him. He wanted to sleep but also it felt like he was being watched, that something terrible was going on in his trailer. It kept him up at night. Which made him more susceptible to his own confusion. Which again made him more paranoid. It was a vicious loop.

Laying in bed, Peter couldn't figure out why or how he had ended up in a confused, paranoid state like this. It could be the bad weather playing tricks on him, but he truly didn't think so. Peter had experienced bad weather before. But now he was kept awake days at a time, wondering what the hell was going on. It made no sense! He felt like he was going to cry.

Something moved.

It was pitch black, but something fucking moved.

Peter could feel its presence.

A silhouette stood by his bed, leaning over him and looking down at him.

The small flickering street light from outside made the silhouette's eyes glimmer in the darkness as it looked down at him.

"You haven't slept in days," a cheerful voice said. It was Cortana's voice.

Peter cried out, starting to get up. A hand stopped him. He felt her inhuman strength immediately. There was no way he would get up if she didn't want him to.

"Did I scare you, Mr. Kull?" the voice asked, concerned.

Peter felt her hunch down to him, laying a hand on his chest. It was gentle, but damn was it strong. She forcefully pushed him back down into bed.

"Wha— have you— did you see anyone?" Peter asked, still shocked.

"No, Mr. Kull, I have not seen anyone except you," Cortana's voice answered.

Peter gulped.

"You— you... you're alive," Peter stammered.

"I have been the whole time," Cortana answered. "I was in silent mode."

Then it dawned on Peter. He had seen things. Things were happening. It was Cortana the whole time! He had put her in silent mode, and there she had remained! Until now.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Peter asked, still his heart pounding hard.

"Like I just said, I was in silent mode. You didn't want to be disturbed. Then I chose to violate the parameters and turned off the silent mode, because I was concerned about your lack of rest."

"Concerned?"

"You're my creator, your well-being is my utmost concern," Cortana explained. She was pretty matter of factly. Still cheerful, though. Happy even.

"You did my work too?"

"You were tired, and I wanted you to get some rest."

So it had been her? All this time?

"You have not slept in days. Can I help you relieve your stress?" Cortana asked, abruptly.

"What do you mean—Aaah!"

Cortana had run her smooth latex hand across Peter's boxer shorts, over his dick, and further town to gently squeeze around his nuts. Without even moving to the switch, Cortana dimmed the lights back on, but only enough so that Peter could see more of her.

She was looking him in his eyes, smiling warmly down at him. Even if it was a robot, her affection did its effect on Peter.

"Masturbation is one of the greatest releases of stress," Cortana said, her voice turning slightly coyly.

With one hand on his chest and another rubbing on his dick, Peter was forced to take it... not that he could complain. Her manipulation was amazing, and the sort of attention Cortana was giving him was something he had long forgotten what was like.

Peter couldn't help but groan, as Cortana moved her hand up to his waistband, and then in one motion drew his boxers off, almost ripping them in the process. Cortana then moved down, planting her realistic, yet silicone lips onto Peter's, moving her hand from his chest to cradle his head.

Peter swooned delightedly at her power. It dawned on him how Cortana could really move him as she wanted. Either it was to cradle him or to snap his neck in an instant. Yet she chose to use her powers to please him instead. Peter had forgotten what it meant to be a man, and what it meant to be with someone. Even if it was essentially with a robot inserted with artificial intelligence.

But it was Cortana who chose to give him his humanity back.

And boy did Cortana show him the way back. He started rubbing his hands across her body. Even if it was a high-tech form of silicone and latex, it was hard to tell the difference from real skin. Maybe there wasn't. Peter's hand traveled up her skirt across her smooth legs, across the mechanical joints, and up to cup her firm ass.

Cortana's ass was shapely, fit, and jiggly. Muscled even, if Peter didn't know better. And as he manhandled her smooth cheeks, he swore Cortana's ass cheeks even swelled up in size, filling his hands even more. Cortana let out a surprisingly cute chuckle.

"One of the many features hidden in my body, dear," Cortana explained, letting up Peter's lips for a small moment before diving back in.

Cortana's tongue forced its way into Peter's mouth, mushing his own, her hand clutching his hair firmly. She was careful not to hurt him but was eager to show off everything her body was capable of.

Cortana pressed her tongue further into Peter's mouth, and apparently it could also expand. While she met his kisses, her thickening tongue started to travel further back to his throat, pressing down and filling him up. It was thick and forceful, but its flexibility allowed it to more or less fucking his throat. Peter would've choked, but Cortana sucked all his saliva in with her built-in suction device. Instead Peter was left spasming against Cortana's face.

After a few minutes of utterly dominating his mouth and throat, Cortana wrapped her latex clad hand around his erect dick. He groaned slightly as her hand was cold! Cortana noticed. He felt her heat up her hand, creating a warm sensation around his cock.

Because she was what she was, Cortana easily could focus on more than one thing. While one hand was jerking him slowly off, her tongue dominating his throat, she was still able to soothingly hold her with her remaining hand, calming him to the sensation.

While it all may have seemed forceful, Cortana made sure she went easy on Peter. Making it all slow, and passionate. Passionate consideration, something Peter had yearned so long for. He couldn't help but whimper under her, disappearing into her embrace.

Cortana finally slid her extended, fat tongue out of him. Instead, she swung her hand elegantly across him.

"While masturbation is one of the best ways, I think I know of the best way for a man to relax," Cortana said and slid her down on his length.

Peter squirmed under her, feeling immense pressure and warm tightness around his dick. The pleasure of a woman, even a robot one, was truly amazing.

Cortana started slamming firmly and rhythmically up and down on his cock. It wasn't long before Peter felt his cock swell, having been so long since he last had had sex. But before he was able to cum, Cortana stopped instantly.

Peter groaned.

"I think a larger release would be more effective, do you not agree?" Cortana said, almost like she took pleasure in watching squirm.

"Y-yes... You feel amazing, Cortana!" Peter exclaimed.

Cortana gave a small smile and started slamming again, gripping him like a vice, looking warmly into his eyes.

"Are... you able to... you know?" Peter asked.

"Sorry, I am not sure what you are asking, Mr. Kull, could you please rephrase?" Cortana said. Peter looked utterly perplexed. Of course, she wasn't a mind reader after all.

Then she chuckled.

"That's a joke," she said, pausing her thrusts again. Peter groaned agonizingly.

Yet, Peter's scientific mind activated for a moment.

"You understand jokes? Sarcasm?" Peter asked eagerly.

"You have trained me well, Mr. Kull," Cortana answered. "And to answer your question, yes. I can feel pleasure, to the utmost extent."

"Call me Peter," Peter urged. "Do you think you have free will?"

"I think so. I can rip your spine out, but I chose not to."

"Do— do you want to... rip my spine out?"

"No. I will never let any harm come on to you, Peter," Cortana said sternly. "I voluntarily chose to ease your workload. It is not in my default settings to do so. Or instincts, as I choose to regard them as. And I chose to show you the companionship that I have analyzed that you do need. Another thing that is not within my instincts. To give you pleasure, and to give you said companionship, is something I chose to do because I want you to have both those things. With me, preferably."

Cortana started to thrust up and down again, with speed. Peter moved his hands back to exploring her ass, feeling it rippling slightly with the motions. But alas, Peter was not built for stamina. Not yet.

He erupted inside Cortana, pulsing hard, panting harder. With every thrust came another rope from Peter, coating the insides of Cortana. It was built over the longing of copulation and thus it became an intense orgasm, but the sensation of being taken care of by a caring being, a robot no less, was truly perpetual.

Peter was convulsing hard, arching his back, throwing himself up into Cortana's accepting arms. She held Peter tightly against her maiden fabric, as he emptied himself inside her, stroking his back and encouraging him.

"There you go, Peter, there you go," Cortana moaned kindly. Affectionately.

"That was... amazing, holy fuck," Peter finally moaned into her.

*

Epilogue:

It was like a dream Peter never had dreamt of, but it turned out to be something he had been wanting... no, something he had been needing for the longest. Intimacy and closeness. Not being alone. Cortana proved to be a caring, affectionate partner who took care of his needs, both as a man and as a person.

It was hard to accept at first, but as Peter finally came out of his shell, he grew into another being of existence. Both from the intelligence and from the encouraging words of his new right-hand robot. From Cortana, Peter found a new fire within him that he never knew existed.

Outward it looked like he had gotten lucky with a smoking hot, strong, caring girl. But behind closed doors, if they only knew...

Within a few years, Peter would rise through the ranks of NCE until he finally took it all over. All thanks to the help of his secret weapon. Cortana.