Dahlia - Birth of an A.I. Ch. 03

I smiled lightly, "It's fine Mia, shit happens."

We were in there for maybe ten minutes, when a full bird colonel walked through the door, his uniform said Lafferty.

He said in a deep commanding voice, "I am Colonel James Lafferty. You are being held for breaking the law with your unauthorized space launch. Who are you?"

We introduced ourselves, and then explained that we were part of AG Systems Technologies on a maiden test flight to the moon.

Then Mia added, "No laws were broken, those launch laws apply to rocket launches, not a gravity drive. In addition, our ship is registered as a test plane, and our flight to the moon was filed with the FAA. I don't know if you're aware Colonel, but we are currently working with the government to get this new technology in military planes and other hardware.

"This was... a misunderstanding, and obviously an area that needs to be addressed for NORADs procedures. Surely, they picked up our transponder, but they're current procedures don't include contacting the FAA. I know the government is working on new rules for the new technology, related to both gravity in atmospheric flight and space flight, not just for planes but for flying cars and trucks as well, but for now registering as a test plane allows us to test the technology in the real world."

He snorted, "I'm too old for this shit. I'll check on it, and don't try to go anywhere."

We both nodded in agreement, and we sat back in the chairs to try to relax. We knew the problem was being worked from both ends, Lia from the top, and us from the bottom, eventually we'd get out of there and get to go home.

"Did we learn anything from the flight?" I asked curiously.

Yes, the day was about our all-day Mia Saturday date, and getting me to the moon for fun, but it was still the first practical test spaceflight in the real world with the technology.

Mia tilted her head, "Actually, we did. The gravity fields appears to be easier to create outside of a gravity well, less energy intensive. We may top out closer to thirty G's of acceleration, when were outside of a planetary gravity well, or a moon's. Everything else worked as we expected it to, identically to lab conditions and our test flights in atmosphere."

I waved my hand expansively, as if to refer to all that was going on.

"You know, this was still the best date, ever," leaving off the in spite of this part.

She giggled, "Good to know, Paul. Good to know."

I said, "Plus, if I got it right on the first try, we'll have a hell of a conception day story to tell our firstborn."

She straight out laughed.

In the end, they let us go almost two hours later, with a stern warning to notify NORAD in addition to filing a flight with the FAA if we ever went back into space again. Apparently, that would do as an interim process, for test AG air and spacecraft, until a new system could be designed, or we were folded into the current one.

The good news was the government didn't gain any further ammunition for the case of shutting us down, without a shot fired. Of course, I imagined those missiles would eventually have their own gravity devices instead of rocket fuel, which I suspected would have a much better chance of getting through the gravity deflector shields. Still, better to just avoid the whole thing, at least until civilian production was up and strong, and it was far too late for a paranoid government to do something about it.

Chapter Eight

There was a stone in my gut later that evening, as the top news story that day involved several men from London who'd mysteriously dropped dead like tens of thousands of others over the last six months, for a reason the authorities still weren't able to determine. The police were anonymously tipped off as to the location, otherwise it might've taken a couple of weeks before the them and their victim was found, and she'd have starved to death in a cage.

The news also showed the photo of a young and quite attractive college co-ed being released from a cage in an underground bunker below a cabin, with nothing else in the room but a dirty mattress and chains. The six men had apparently escaped my ladies' reach the last six months, because the sick fuckers only kidnapped a woman and raped her to death once a year, on their joint Fall vacation time to the country. The six men had been friends since childhood, and were in their fifties, the authorities estimated they'd done it at least thirty times before, and they were currently unearthing several bodies buried in the woods near the suspects' co-owned vacation cabin.

I felt almost no guilt from that at all, the rock in my stomach was the anger that wished those fuckers had suffered more first. A lot more. I was also glad they were fucking stupid enough to think they could get away with it again, or the previous victims would've never found justice for their families and the loved ones left behind.

Really, no guilt at all, for being complicit. I was complicit in it, from the moment I'd understood what my ladies were doing. I was responsible for the smaller amount of deaths that had happened since over the last six months. All I had to do was tell them to stop, and they would, that made it partially my responsibility. Sure, the world was a better place without men like that, or men that were harsh dictators who tortured and murdered their people, or who cruelly starved them. Amazingly, the world was eating. Food donations got where they needed to go, no matter where it was in the world, and my ladies donated a shit ton of money to that cause, with my blessing.

I believed at that point in my life, that on that first night of thousands of deaths six months ago, I'd been the naïve one, and my loves had been right. That anyone good would take that stand, so evil didn't flourish, if they but had the same ability and reach to find and punish the monsters in humanity.

Thing was though, it wasn't about the dead people, the reservations were about me, about the blood on my hands. Even righteously taken to preserve the life of victims, taking a life was a life-changing experience. There was a gravity to it, and it wasn't a good feeling, nor should it be, or I'd be a monster too.

Life was precious, I truly believed that, but cancers had to be cut away.

Still, all I had to do was see the relief on that scared coed's face, and I knew it was worth every bit of that personal burden. I could handle it, and I would handle it. Of course, having my lovely Lia curled against my right side, and the teasingly sweet Bellona stroking my leg and arms constantly on the other side certainly helped.

We also drew the line at murderers, and other heinous crimes against humanity that would earn them deaths in any of the moral societies on Earth, like terrorists, and torturers. Even rapists, or the traffickers of humans that couldn't be caught without evidence because of corruption I could easily agree with. But that was the line.

For instance, Carol Jameson, the Secretary of Energy was quite safe. Even if her short-sighted and possibly corrupt view bought with big oil money could stop our efforts at completely stopping pollution, and in so doing fail to save future generations of children growing up with cancers from breathing polluted air, or standing under power lines, or whatever else. Carol was quite safe from us. Even if all it would take was a word from me to end her life, a switched byte in the software of the nanites in her bloodstream that no one on Earth even knew was there.

That thought was horrifying, and not heady at all. It was a power I didn't want, the power of life and death over every man, woman, and child on the face of the earth. Even for the guilty ones we didn't talk about it, I just let the ladies do what they had to do.

Plus, I wouldn't want to see the horror on my ladies' faces if I ever did give a command like that. I'd rather die than lose the respect and admiration I'd earned from them. Their love was programmed, but even that was stronger through those other two. I'd never become that monster, and I supposed it was a good thing I had no ambitions toward ruling anything.

I had four loving ladies, would have a huge family, billions of dollars, and also felt useful in this life, which was more than most got. More than enough. Hell, the way we lived was about on the level of what a person making a hundred K a year could afford, minus all the cool shit like a flying car and a trip to the moon on our spaceship.

Meh, enough self-examination, point was I'd come to terms with my four A.I. police force, truly evil men and women would not be tolerated. Not just there in America, but worldwide.

I kissed Lia softly, and then claimed one from my petite and sexy redhead too.

"Anything new?"

Lia nodded, "We're getting into the healthcare and toy business, that former one ahead of schedule."

"How so?"

Lia said, "AG wheelchairs and harnesses. The wheelchair version will be able to hop curbs, go up stairways, and otherwise just be more convenient than one with wheels. The harness would be a replacement for a walker for old people, not a physical harness, but when they walked around we could make them lighter and even catch them if they lost their balance and fell. Emma came up with that, and we've contacted a few manufactures to see if they'd be interested. We also discussed zero G labs, and close to zero G wards, that would relieve stresses on a weak heart."

That, all sounded kind of cool, and was what the ladies were all about, making the world a better place.

"Alright, toys?"

She smirked, "Gravity playgrounds, from low to zero G. Toys as well, imagine toy helicopters that didn't eat through batteries in ten minutes, or remote-controlled cars, remote controlled planes, things like that. I'm sure the toy companies would have a million other ideas for it."

I tilted my head, "Rides at an adventure park could use gravity tech too, I'd bet. Better call Disney," I said only half teasingly.

She tilted her head, then nodded.

I sighed in pleasure, when Bellona teasingly pushed up my sleeve and nibbled on my shoulder, and then her fingers teased just a bit too close to my center, but not nearly close enough at the same time.

I kissed her softly, and she gave me one of those sweet teasing smiles she only ever sent my way. I couldn't help but return it, and I squeezed her shoulder. I'd planned to get her alone in the next day or so, to tell her that I loved her and I wanted to start trying to have a baby. She was the last, but not out of any planning, it'd just fallen that way.

She gasped, when I pulled her into my arms, stood up, and walked toward the stairs up to our room.

I grinned, and looked over my shoulder, "You'll excuse us?"

The others were beaming at me, so I'd guess they would.

Out of all of them, Bellona had the highest-toned voice, and it was very honey toned. Everything she said came out sweet, no matter what, even when she talked dirty, her voice didn't do sultry well. That was okay though, because nasty words in a sweet tone of voice seemed to be equally effective on me, if not more so, coming from my mischievous redhead.

She was elfin at five foot one, with a gentle curvy and petite athletic body save her bountiful slightly heart shaped C cups, which stood up firmly and proudly on her chest. Proportionally, they looked huge on her smaller frame. Last but not least, she had the cutest and sexiest petite and perfectly bubbled ass I'd ever seen, and I may have been caught worshipping it more than once in the past.

Her face was all spritely mischief, with a thin face, high cheekbones, and a cute button nose covered in a smattering of freckles. At rest, she looked impish, but she could get across other emotions with the appropriate expressions.

My Bellona was a loving and sweet woman in the main, but she also had a strong mischievous streak. Of course, she also turned rather scary when playing something competitive, and god save anyone intending to do our family harm. Despite her small stature, I was fairly sure she'd kick even my ass with a modicum of effort. She was deceptively fast, predatorily graceful when she needed to be, and highly protective of our family, though I only saw that side of her when I took her out for laser tag, paint ball, or some other competitive sport or hobby. She was also more than competent in several martial arts styles. So far, no one had truly attacked us or anything though.

With all the assassins in the world dead, at least the ones working for the mobs, I doubted it would ever happen.

I put her on her feet, and I brushed her cheek with my fingertips as I leaned down to kiss her.

She kissed me back with a breathlessness, and I knew she'd mischievously seduced me because she wanted it bad too, she wanted to hear me say it, and she yearned for my child as did the others. She'd been tired of waiting. Of course, she'd only been able to express that in her seduction because I wanted it too. I still got a headache if I thought about that stuff too hard, motivations and such.

"Bell, my lovely Bell," I whispered, "I love you."

She nipped my bottom lip as she looked into my eyes, her words were sweet and breathy toned, "I love you too, master."

"Turn off your implant, I want you to have my child."

She smiled, "Yes, master," she said in a longing sweet voice, pulled off her shirt, and then her bra while our eyes were locked intensely.

I pulled off mine, and then shucked my pants off.

"You are so beautiful."

She teasingly brushed my chest with her fingertips, and ran her hands around my neck as she stepped forward, as I bent down and kissed her, while my hands gripped her waist firmly. She sighed into my mouth, and her eyes twinkled with desire and heat as she teasingly rubbed her body up against mine.

Despite having cum four times earlier that same day, I was so fucking hard it hurt, at her touch, the look in her eyes, the way her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and the way her soft silky skin felt sliding along my body.

Still, I had another two in me for sure, and I'd last those times for a long ass time.

"I want your baby, please master?" she said in a teasingly sweet voice that was just as devastating as Emma's smoky and sultry voice, in its own way.

My cock twitched against her flat stomach, as I picked her up by her delicious ass cheeks and placed her gently on the bed.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief and desire, as she teasingly and slowly opened her legs for me, while looking into my eyes and biting her lip.

Fuck, she was soaked for me. She was always wet for me, but that day I could see dirty rivulets of liquid satin already running down her ass crack and over her thighs. She really wanted my baby, wanted me to love her and fill her with my life-giving seed.

I crawled up onto the bed, and kissed her feet, then her ankles. I wanted to drag the moment out, and I greatly enjoyed the sweet sighs of pleasure and sounds of passion that fell from her lips, as I worked my way up her body. It was a delicious feeling, I wanted to take her so badly, but the lure of her soft fair skin and lovely body drew me in.

Fuck, I had no choice but to worship her body.

She gasped, when my lips teased her inner thighs, and my fingertips stroked in slow circles up and down her legs.

She said in sweet breathiness, "Paul please, I need you in me, to fill me, to breed me. I want... I need your child in me. Please, my love, don't make me wait."

I kissed her soaked labia gently, and then teased them once with my tongue. I wanted that taste, but after that speech of hers I'd completely lost that patience I'd had just a second ago. I kissed up her stomach lightly and teasingly, in an almost unseemly haste. I gave each of her nipples a soft loving kiss, and a teasing nip that drew a delighted gasp of pleasure from her sweet lips.

All as I started up into her eyes with worship in my own.

Fuck, I could play with her petite sexy body all night, wanted to even, but I needed to be in her. I felt dizzy with lust and need. The scent of her arousal was strong, and her lovely taste lingered on my wetted lips, both driving me towards overwhelming primitive lust. The look in her eyes begged me for a child.

Usually she was more teasing in bed, liked to play, drag things out, and I loved that about her, but in that moment all she wanted was for me to breed her, to put a baby in her womb. It was beyond fucking intense, looking into those sparkling light green eyes filled with such a deep instinctive desire, boundless love, needy lust, and endless devotion.

Her hands caressed my head, and then my neck and shoulder as they got in range of her reach. Then I was kissing my way up her delicious neck, and then onto her lips. She kissed me with a passionate neediness that took my breath away, and she arched her back with a wanton eagerness as she felt my cock tip stroke slowly up and down her silken folds.

"Master, please!" she begged in that ever-sweet tone. A tone that went straight to both my libido, and to my heart.

Fuck, I couldn't wait another second anyway, and I thrust forward quite forcefully. A deep groan of pleasure left my mouth, as I drilled into her hot slick passage, the satiny tight friction of her sex felt incredible, as she squeezed around me while bucking her body wildly up into me to get my cock deeper inside of her body.

I started to stroke down into her, as we both passionately moved to completely join our bodies.

"I love you, my Bell."

She gasped, "Fuck, so good, so fucking good, you feel so good in me, so fucking full. Take me now, please Paul, just fuck me until you fill me. I need it."

This was a side of her I hadn't seen much of, she was more into teasing, and sweet loving, we made love a lot. We hardly ever fucked, and her naughty but honey toned words broke all restraint in me, the lust overwhelmed me, the feeling of her tight wet pussy snugly hugging my cock incessantly, and the need in her eyes all drove me to a state without reason.

I started to long stroke her, as hard and fast as I could, and her eyes widened in shock and a little pain, but that shortly changed to boundless pleasure by the tenth stroke or so.

She wrapped her legs around me for leverage, and started to impale herself up on me, even as I stroked down into her hot paradise.

"Fuck, so tight, you feel so good around me, my love, my sweet sexy Bell."

She screamed, which cut off with a gasp, and then it morphed into a keening sound of pleasure as she trembled below me, convulsed around my cock, and bathed me with her liquid bliss. She squirted for me, all over the place, soaking my balls, thighs, and the bed. They all did it, but Bell squirted the most. I found it hot as hell actually.

I just kept going at that punishing pace, fucking her with everything I had, as the room was filled with the lewd sounds of slapping flesh, and the sucking sounds of her wet pussy around my drilling cock.

She recovered, and started to impale herself up into me again, but her eyes were wide and teary, and she looked blissed out in that moment, overwhelmed by the wildness of our coupling, as sweet sounds of needy pleasure escaped her slightly parted lips.

I'd have cum already, if I hadn't already been so well used earlier that morning by Mia. I drilled into her hard and fast, and just kept going through her second and third powerful orgasm. It seemed as if I'd be able to last forever, and I was drenched in sweat, while my body drowned in the euphoria of being buried in my redhead.

She begged in that sweet voice, "I need your cum, please give me your cum, give me your baby," over and over again, she begged me with those three short lines, with a desperation that was so erotic, so sensuously hot, and it went straight to my deep instincts as a man.