The Passenger Ch. 10

Anne and I could only agree: we had been having sex pretty much every day and every night since we'd first met; something that neither of us quite understood, much as we did enjoy it. Por was right: things should have slowed down for us as time went by, but that hadn't happened at all. It was almost as if we were addicted to each other. I also seemed to be able to rise to the occasion, so to speak, each and every time the situation demanded it, not to mention the continued intensity of our lovemaking. I'm no sexual superman by any stretch of the imagination, but since Anne and I had been together something had changed for me that I couldn't explain.

"You mentioned a rrrecently acquirrred capacity to rrresume mating afterrr only a brrrief interrrval following sexual climax, Harrrvey," Por had noted clinically. "This bearrrs investigating. I am also currrious about yourrr unusual capacity to sustain rrrepeated forrrceful and voluminous ejaculations; an ability which you tell me you did not have beforrre you met Anne. This suggests a rrradical horrromonal rrresponse. I believe we should starrrt therrre."

The battery of tests that followed involved both of us, and some of them were quite... creative, for lack of a better term. I privately suspected that it was only due to Anne's rather unique origins that our "experiments" didn't leave her sore for days. I wasn't too surprised when Por concluded what I had privately suspected all along: much of my newfound virility was merely a case of me responding to Anne's pheromones. Her body had originally been tailor-made for sex, after all, and we'd already established its rather potent pheromone production. When we'd amped that up using Por's first formulation, my own body had also responded in kind, and that alone told me that her pheromones played a key role here.

Not that we really needed that first compound much anymore. While our idea to overwhelm spaceport security systems with an increased pheromonal biosignature had proven very effective, something even better had happened while we were busy being lab rats in Por's sexual experiments. Layne, through one of his more arcane channels of communication, had reported that one of Vergence's other AI prototypes had turned up. Pete had once mentioned that there had originally been twelve, but there had been no reports of any other AI being found anywhere, until Layne made his discovery.

Or maybe it was more than just a discovery. His obvious background in covert activities opened up a whole realm of possibilities, but I chose not to ask any questions, because I was sure I'd not get a single useful answer anyway. I did note, though, that Layne had been noticeably absent from Manaka about half a standard year before one of Anne's "sisters" had been so accidentally discovered. "Dunno, busy som'ere else, ah guess", Blaar had said, and any attempt to get more detail out of him had been entirely without success.

So what was left of Vergence Sigma found itself in court, and the trials lasted for more than two standard years. When the prosecution was done, Vergence was history. But the lawsuits, which had been interplanetary in scope, had had an unexpected side effect as well. It appeared that Vergence's head of R&D, one Deke Ryder, had gone missing long before the prototype was discovered, which left the prosecution with a need for witnesses. Rather than immediately deactivate and dismantle the newly discovered prototype, as would have been normal procedure with any illicit AI construct, the prosecution established her status as a cyborg powered by a fully emerged AI brain, and made the case that such an entity has rights, or at the very least that it had to be kept active for the duration of the trials.

Several sentient-rights groups were remarkably quick to respond. Suspiciously quick, in fact, but when I had asked Raz some rather pointed questions about the whole thing, he'd just smiled his good smile and his only other response had been a non-committal rumble. So the private suspicions I had at that point remained just that.

Coincidence or not, suddenly the idea took hold that a cyborg with an AI brain should not really be considered all that threatening. After all, the activists argued, the capacity of such an AI brain is limited to what the cyborg's body can support, which means the AI can't augment itself significantly. And since the host's organic components age naturally just like the bodies of fully organic beings do, such cyborgs aren't immortal, either. One argument used by the proponents of cyborg rights was that a cyborg should not be considered any more intimidating than a really smart organic being, and that fear of intelligence is a sure sign of stupidity.

Maybe I'm paranoid, but the quality and widespread nature of the propaganda used by some of these groups kept reminding me of Layne. Deliberate or not, though, several worlds had already moved to grant cyborgs like Ann their local equivalent of sentient rights. The first time that happened we had celebrated the occasion rather extensively.

Our increased freedom of movement and not having to worry about Anne being seized as an illegal AI all the time made it much easier for us to assist Raz and his research team in the clinical trials required to introduce our new products to new markets. When I casually mentioned that coincidence to Raz, he'd smiled his good smile and said "I suppose we'rrre just lucky that way." That's when I gave up. I'd probably never find out whether or not my suspicions were justified, but given the result, we at least seemed to be in good hands.

My cock was also in good hands right now, and Anne's fingertips sent sparks of pleasure through me. While Por had been able to explain my response to Anne's pheromones to some extent, one thing his team hadn't managed to fathom out was the cause of Anne's continued desire for me. "I want you inside me all the time," Harvey," she'd said. "I want to feel you grow so super hard inside me just before you cum, and I want to feel your cock pulsing inside me when you do. I want your tongue on my clit, and your hands on my nipples; I want to feel your cum spurting into my mouth. I love the taste of it, I love the smell of it. I want it all the time. I can't look at you and not want you."

Which was one of the most wonderful things in my life, and of course I wasn't complaining. But while Por maintained, and I agreed, that it had nothing to do with Anne's origins or with the original programming of the sex droid she was based on, he was unable to make any more sense of it.

"What are you thinking of?" she said softly, her arms still around me.

"Hm?" I said.

She chuckled.

"Your crew is trying to contact you, captain, but you're lightyears away. It's time to return to base."

"I was thinking about how Por agrees with me," I said. "He also has no idea what you see in me."

Her strokes became more insistent, and bright little jolts of pure pleasure tingled through my groin.

"That's not what he said, and I don't agree with you," she said firmly. "You are my whole universe. It's that simple. And if I want to make love to you every waking minute of every single day, what's wrong with that?"

"Well, if you put it that way..."

"I do. And just for the record, you worry too much."

"Hmm..." I managed.

But that was all I could say. Her hands on my rock-hard shaft just felt too good, and the intricate patterns her fingertips drew on its taut surface spread a delicious pleasure though me.

"Have you taken yours?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You?"

"Hmm hm."

Por's latest formulation showed considerable promise. It was based on a combination of several previous compounds, one of which was derived from the flowers that Layne had sent to Gawrr in cryo-stasis. They'd proved to have a number of very interesting properties, as Anne and I had already discovered, and Por had incorporated those into a hybrid formula that should work on both of us. "Take one drrrop each, and do what comes to you naturrrally," he'd said, smiling his good smile.

"It's making you more sensitive too, isn't it?" she said. "I can already feel it, too. This stuff really seems to work. Well, brace yourself, my captain. I think we've got some product testing to do."

Por's first focus had been on two initial products, one for human males and one for females, and we'd ended up releasing them both at the same time. Both had more or less the same intended effect: it would make the user more attractive to the opposite sex and at the same time improve his or her sexual response. The net result would almost guarantee that a date would end up in bed and, once that happened, that the sex would be awesome. It would turn a guy into the man he'd always wanted to be, and it made a woman cum like there was no tomorrow. Which wasn't good news just for hopeful singles on a date, but it could also rekindle passion between existing couples.

Our first market trial had been on Radix, of all places. But then, it really was a good world to start. About sixty percent of its population is human, and the other forty percent is so mixed that any undesirable side effects on other species would show up early. Not that we expected any problems, of course, but with pheromones and that kind of thing you never know. We'd started slowly, with low-strength versions, released through one of Radix' largest pharmaceutical companies. It had taken a while for it to catch on, but once word had gotten around that it did exactly what it said on the box, demand had gone through the roof and continued to outstrip the available supply.

"Come," Anne whispered into my ear.

She turned and, still holding my hard cock like it was a leash, she led me away from the front viewport. She let go of me just long enough to close the drapes that separated the living area from the cockpit. Then she took me in her hand again and gently pulled me toward the chair.

I say "the" chair, because that's what we called it. It was essentially Anne's creation, although it had been made on Gawrr according to her design. Imagine a large 'X' cut out of a thin sheet of wood, but with flowing curves and rounded corners, with the 'X' bent in the middle and covered with soft padding to form a back rest and seat. The result looked rather unusual, but it had many hidden qualities. Also, it gave me a surprising insight in the brilliantly mischievous way Anne's mind worked.

The shape of the chair, with the padded seat located exactly at the narrowest section of the 'X', meant that when I sat on it, Anne's legs could comfortably go on either side of my hips as she straddled me to sit on my cock. In that position my feet went between the two lower legs of the 'X', and incidentally it also put her breasts right in front of my face. But when she was the one to sit on the chair, she could put her legs onto the lower part of the 'X' while I knelt between them, and I could either bend down to lick her pussy or sit up on my knees to enter her that way, once again with her breasts conveniently located right at my eye level. Anne could also turn around and sit on it on her knees, gripping the handholds located at the top of the back rest, so I could stand behind her and slide my cock deeply into either her pussy or her ass. And that was not all; we kept discovering more positions that the chair would support comfortably. It was a brilliant design, and we'd made very good use of it.

Like now. Anne gently pushed me down onto the chair, placed my legs onto the lower portion of the 'X' and knelt between them. I leaned back as she took my hard shaft in her hand and bent forward to kiss the engorged head. A shudder ran through me; it felt that good.

"Wow... You're really hard," she whispered.

I had to agree; my cock felt like it was filled to the point of bursting. The shaft was like a bar of steel; the head was swollen, taut and shiny with tension and pressure, and it had an unusual, purple tinge.

She put her her lips, soft and smooth and wet, against the tip of my cock and gently pushed down until the head slipped between them. I couldn't stifle a moan. She pushed down a little more and I slid further into her mouth, and then she held me there, her lovely lush lips circling the crown and her tongue slowly licking that wonderful, special spot at the underside of the head, while she held her hand wrapped around my hot and rock-hard shaft. I moaned again with the intensity of the pleasure.

Por's latest concoction definitely seemed to have made me more sensitive, but it seemed to be something else, too. The pleasure her lips and tongue unleashed in my cock was... different, somehow. It felt as if I were already very close to cumming, but at the same time there was none of the usual urgency, the pressure, the sensation that I was going to lose control any moment now. Somehow it felt like I was at that wonderful point just before orgasm, but not going any further, not yet, not for quite some time.

With the fingertips of her other hand she caressed my balls, something that would normally have pushed me right over the edge in no time flat, but this time I just shuddered as sparks of pleasure shot through me, and then she began to bob her head up and down; her lips sliding back and forth, back and forth across the super-sensitive crown as she slowly pushed me on and on, the pleasure rising and rising. Then she began to suck, in just the right way and just as the right time, and it was as if the already close-to-bursting head of my cock expanded even further inside her mouth as she sucked and sucked, and oh, the feeling of her lips sliding across my most sensitive spots, and her tongue, that wonderful, skilled tongue...

"Oh, gods, oh gods, yes... Oh gods...." I heard someone moan.

It took my pleasure-addled brain a while before I realized it was me who was doing the moaning. That sort of thing is rather unusual for me. I'm usually not all that vocal during lovemaking, but this time the pleasure simply took over and eradicated all conscious thought.

I don't know how long I remained there, right there on that wonderful edge of orgasm, but it seemed an eternity as the pleasure infused me more and more, growing stronger and stronger, and gradually I realized that I was finally going to cum. But once again it was different; the build-up to that wonderful point from which there is no returning occurred far more gradually this time, and I savored every single moment of it as the pleasure continued its final ascent to that wonderful peak, ever so slowly, and it felt so good, so good, so good so good so good oh gods so good...

Finally I felt myself topple over the edge, but slowly, so slowly... An indescribably wonderful feeling grew and grew in the head of my cock, coaxed on by the ministrations of Anne's tongue and lips, and it ballooned outward through my shaft, running into my balls, spreading through my groin... But it didn't stop there, and when the feeling reached its ultimate peak, it was like an orgasm in slow-motion. I felt every millisecond of it, I was acutely aware of every minor part of it. I felt the pleasure literally burst from the head of my cock and send waves of pure delight through me. It was like my entire body was nothing but orgasm, and I felt myself grow tense and my back arched as my hands gripped the seat of the chair with the force of it... And then my cock pulsed, and again, and again, and I felt the flood of my cum boil up from within me, running into the base of my cock and up through the shaft from where it was propelled further upward with great force until it finally burst out from the engorged head with an enormous force.

I emptied myself into her waiting mouth, her hands skillfully pumping my spasming shaft, milking me for all I was worth, as jet after hot jet of my cum spurted into her mouth. Then she sucked, even harder than before, and it was as if I came all over again, and it went on and on...

Finally I slumped, lights dancing before my eyes as the intensity of my orgasm slowly ebbed, and I noticed that I was panting as if I'd just completed the mother of all work-outs. But then, this had been the mother of all orgasms.

When I opened my eyes I saw Anne, still kneeling before me, looking up at me and smiling.

"Wow," she said. "I sure hope that felt as good as it sounded."

I slowly shook my head.

"Nope. It was a million times better," I croaked.

"And you came so hard. I've felt you cum in my mouth so many times before, but this time there was so much force behind it. I think I like it."

I smiled.

"Well, it's a good start, but I have a feeling we haven't quite explored the limits of this one just yet, my love."

I took the hand she held out to me and she stood up. I got up as well, albeit a little shaky, and we changed positions; Anne sat down on the chair and put her legs on the supports, while I knelt before her. I felt the heat on my face as it radiated from the center between her thighs, and the smell of her arousal went straight to my hindbrain. Suddenly I could think of only one thing: how badly I wanted to taste her. I wanted to taste her, more than anything.

Fortunately, that was easy. All I had to do was to lean forward a little to reach the object of my desire, and the folds of her pussy were soft as velvet and sweet as honey against my lips. I explored her most intimate flesh with the tip of my tongue, sliding it across her nether lips as they opened like a flower before me, and the flavor of her nectar was like ambrosia; intoxicating and heady. Then the tip of my tongue touched the smooth, taut little of her engorged clit. She let out a soft cry, and a shudder ran through her as I flicked my tongue over the the exposed tip of that little button.

Suddenly she gripped the back of my head with both her hands and pulled me closer to her hot center, making it very clear where she wanted me. I took her cue, probing her entrance with my tongue, and she squirmed as she felt it invade her opening. Holding on to the insides of her thighs with both my hands, I felt her muscles grow tense as I licked the insides of her inner lips, and then I moved my tongue up to that hard little button at the top of her folds...

The moment my tongue touched her clit she cried out, and the muscles in her thighs grew taut as cables. Her fingers gripped my hair, and she shuddered as the wetness of her passion sprayed against my face. Then her body shook, and her cries became a wail as the violence of her climax tore through her. I felt her clit pulse under my tongue, and I kept licking the now rock-hard tip of it all the way through her orgasm, trying to prolong it and intensify it. It seemed to work. Or maybe it was Por's concoction doing to her what it had done to me, or maybe it was both, but it didn't matter. She came and came, and it took a while before she began to relax as she slowly came down from those ecstatic heights of pleasure.

But she kept my face pressed against her pussy, and I was only too happy to oblige. I teased her with my tongue for a moment, tasting the warm juices that flowed from her so copiously right now. Her wetness ran down my chin as I traced the outline of her pussy once again with the tip of my tongue. With my thumb I managed to find the hood of her clit and gently pulled it up, fully exposing the head of it. It was much larger now than it had been a few minutes ago, and with the tip of my tongue I began to caress it, drawing circles around it, flicking across it... I gradually applied more pressure as her moans once again grew louder, and when I felt she was ready, I put my lips against that little button and sucked, carefully at first, but then a little harder, a little harder...

Suddenly her thighs clasped my head as she came again, hard, and it was almost as if her hands on the back of my head tried to pull me into her hot, wet center. Her scream sounded raw as my tongue continued to maul her pulsing clit. The fountain of her pleasure sprang forth once again with each contraction of her pussy, and her juices were smooth as velvet and sweet as nectar.