core?"
continued to stare at her for nearly a full minute.
Suddenly, a lopsided grin crossed his face. "Why do you want to know? Planning on shutting me down sometime?"
"Is it some sort of secret?"
"No. Not officially."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He nodded toward the back of the bridge. "It's there."
Lawn rotated around in her chair. All she saw was the solid wall separating the bridge from the engines. The heart of the ship would run the engines, and the engines would power the brain. The two were almost as one.
Without asking, a section of the wall moved forward and slowly swung to the side. From within a small alcove, a greenish glow cast its light into the bridge. It was a containment area of sorts. In the center was a vase or jar. It reminded Lawn of the alabaster canopic jars used to hold mummified remains in Egyptian tombs, except this jar had no lid. It was all in one, and the glow emanating from inside it was a dark emerald color. Lawn stared at the object in awe.
100
"Is that"
"That is me, Lawn. It's what I really look like. It's my brain and my heart."
"Is there a force field around you?"
"Yes."
"So no one can go in with a long pole or something and reach over there and breakyou?" She turned to look back at him. Deep smiled.
"Nothing short of me blowing my engines will destroy it."
A shudder ran through her. "Thank you." The door was sliding back into place, meshing so perfectly into the wall that once it sealed shut, she couldn't tell where the seams were, thanks to the honeycomb texture.
"Would you like more tea?"
An expandable arm gloved itself in his holographic form, and plucked her cup from her hands without giving her a chance to answer. Lawn watched in silence as the cup disappeared, but Deep approached her with a look she recognized immediately. She couldn't help but smile.
"Do you know how sexy you look?" he asked in that voice he must know made her bones vibrate. He was approaching her straight on. Without her help, the chair swiveled back around to face him.
The expression on her face did things to her. Sweet, intimate things. Her body's reaction to him coming toward her was enough to melt her into a little puddle.
"Close your eyes, Lawn."
She obeyed, leaning her head back against the chair.
101
Hands spread her knees apart, allowing a cool draft of air to reach her soaked mound. Her feet were placed on the console, and she was surprised to find the polished surface warm.
"I can't get enough of you," he breathed. "I find myself staring at you. Memorizing you. Memorizing how incredibly beautiful you are."
He cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her aching nipples.
The gentle torment made her moan softly. She tried to bring her knees together, but hands continued to hold them back, opening her most private areas for all of creation to see.
Lawn gasped. Hands on her knees, hands on her breasts.
"Deep."
"Shhh." A finger touched her lips, silently commanding her to remain mute. At the same time, another pair of hands clamped around her wrists and the arms of the chair. She was pinned by three sets of hands, and his lovemaking was only beginning.
A fourth set of hands trailed their fingertips down her belly, down her abdomen, until they found her flushed lower lips. All sense of soreness was gone, devoured by the heat and need pounding like a second heartbeat in her depths.
"I wish I could do this all day," Deep murmured. "Loving you. Watching you come over and over. I want you to scream for me. I want to hear you scream in pleasure."
Lawn felt her lower lips being parted. The next moment, fingertips began to stroke her erect nub. Stroking, gently pinching, sending bursts of the purest pleasure through her.
102
She cried out and tried to jerk her hips, but another pair of hands grabbed her hips and forced her remain immobile.
"Deep!"
"You are mine. Let me love you. Let me bring you."
"T-take me?"
She was blind and deaf to
continued to stare at her for nearly a full minute.
Suddenly, a lopsided grin crossed his face. "Why do you want to know? Planning on shutting me down sometime?"
"Is it some sort of secret?"
"No. Not officially."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He nodded toward the back of the bridge. "It's there."
Lawn rotated around in her chair. All she saw was the solid wall separating the bridge from the engines. The heart of the ship would run the engines, and the engines would power the brain. The two were almost as one.
Without asking, a section of the wall moved forward and slowly swung to the side. From within a small alcove, a greenish glow cast its light into the bridge. It was a containment area of sorts. In the center was a vase or jar. It reminded Lawn of the alabaster canopic jars used to hold mummified remains in Egyptian tombs, except this jar had no lid. It was all in one, and the glow emanating from inside it was a dark emerald color. Lawn stared at the object in awe.
100
"Is that"
"That is me, Lawn. It's what I really look like. It's my brain and my heart."
"Is there a force field around you?"
"Yes."
"So no one can go in with a long pole or something and reach over there and breakyou?" She turned to look back at him. Deep smiled.
"Nothing short of me blowing my engines will destroy it."
A shudder ran through her. "Thank you." The door was sliding back into place, meshing so perfectly into the wall that once it sealed shut, she couldn't tell where the seams were, thanks to the honeycomb texture.
"Would you like more tea?"
An expandable arm gloved itself in his holographic form, and plucked her cup from her hands without giving her a chance to answer. Lawn watched in silence as the cup disappeared, but Deep approached her with a look she recognized immediately. She couldn't help but smile.
"Do you know how sexy you look?" he asked in that voice he must know made her bones vibrate. He was approaching her straight on. Without her help, the chair swiveled back around to face him.
The expression on her face did things to her. Sweet, intimate things. Her body's reaction to him coming toward her was enough to melt her into a little puddle.
"Close your eyes, Lawn."
She obeyed, leaning her head back against the chair.
101
Hands spread her knees apart, allowing a cool draft of air to reach her soaked mound. Her feet were placed on the console, and she was surprised to find the polished surface warm.
"I can't get enough of you," he breathed. "I find myself staring at you. Memorizing you. Memorizing how incredibly beautiful you are."
He cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her aching nipples.
The gentle torment made her moan softly. She tried to bring her knees together, but hands continued to hold them back, opening her most private areas for all of creation to see.
Lawn gasped. Hands on her knees, hands on her breasts.
"Deep."
"Shhh." A finger touched her lips, silently commanding her to remain mute. At the same time, another pair of hands clamped around her wrists and the arms of the chair. She was pinned by three sets of hands, and his lovemaking was only beginning.
A fourth set of hands trailed their fingertips down her belly, down her abdomen, until they found her flushed lower lips. All sense of soreness was gone, devoured by the heat and need pounding like a second heartbeat in her depths.
"I wish I could do this all day," Deep murmured. "Loving you. Watching you come over and over. I want you to scream for me. I want to hear you scream in pleasure."
Lawn felt her lower lips being parted. The next moment, fingertips began to stroke her erect nub. Stroking, gently pinching, sending bursts of the purest pleasure through her.
102
She cried out and tried to jerk her hips, but another pair of hands grabbed her hips and forced her remain immobile.
"Deep!"
"You are mine. Let me love you. Let me bring you."
"T-take me?"
She was blind and deaf to
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