She blinked and nodded. “Okay.”
He turned her to face inside the workspace of the kitchen, and he set the coffee up before he returned to her and eased her thighs apart a little. She blushed when he would pause and lick gently inside her knee, then her thigh, and her inner thigh.
He presented her with scrambled eggs, toast, and some fruit salad with her coffee next to her on the counter.
She picked up her coffee and sipped it. “I... Did you already eat?”
He smiled and leaned against the counter opposite her. “No. I had plenty to eat last night.”
“Oh, uh. Right.”
“So, you can really create designer reactions via your milk?”
“Yes. For babies, I give them strong immune systems and treatments to counteract anything noxious in their systems. I haven’t fed many adults, so I do it on a case-by-case basis.”
He nodded. “Eat your breakfast.”
She ate, and he stared at her, getting more and more tense as she finished the last piece of fruit in the salad. Two swallows of coffee and the empty cup was set aside. “Thank you.”
“You are very polite for someone who curses as much as you do.”
She slowly started to close her thighs, and his gaze locked with hers.
“Stop.”
She looked him over; his tight tank top and snug pants left little to the imagination. “I imagine that your family freaked out a little when you activated.”
“Yeah. Not quite like yours did. My family was excited at the possibilities. I received developmental training, the most aggressive technological education available, and plenty of subversive training.”
She swung her feet a little. “I got to go to active camp. That was a lawsuit that I won’t forget.”
“Your parents sued?”
She snorted. “No, the camp sued me for sexually harassing their counsellors.”
“What?”
“Yeah. My parents had to emancipate me to stop me from taking them down with them; they changed their name and moved away.”
“And where did they go?” He started to move toward her.
“I am guessing that you already know.”
“Yes, but tell me.”
“They went to Aksalla. They joined a research facility, and my sister has a coffee shop there. They got their permanent residence just before the lock was enacted.”
“So, when your sister called for help, you came running.”
“Yes. They are my family.”
“They abandoned you for expedience.” He stood between her thighs and rubbed at her knees. “That is not what family does.”
She lifted her chin and stared into his all-black eyes. “It might not be what your family would do, but it was what mine did.”
“And then your sister denied summoning you and left you to take the fall for your lack of proper registration.”
“So, you know the story.”
“I did some research. Your parents didn’t accept your help?”
She looked down. “You mean that? No. They find the idea disgusting. They find me and my body disgusting and couldn’t believe my sister had called for me. I got them back on their feet and put my milk in their coffee starting at week three. They got better, and by week five, they asked me to leave, and when I didn’t do it quickly enough, they called the authorities.”
“It was my sister that arrested you, by the way.”
“Wonderful.”
He kissed her softly. “I haven’t asked her about her opinion of you, but her report regarding your family was scathing.”
She sighed softly as his tongue taunted hers into moving with him. “Past is the past.”
“And yet, it shapes who we are.” He threaded a hand through her hair and held her as he brushed kisses across her forehead, eyelids, and the tip of her nose. “You are adorable.”
She didn’t know where to look. “Uh. Thank you.”
“I don’t think I have ever been thanked for stating the obvious before.”
She kept her mouth shut.
“You are silent because you would argue with me? It is not wise to tell me that I am wrong.”
“How about that you have a skewed perspective?” He smiled, and it was not a nice smile. She quickly added. “A unique perspective?”
“It is that. I see you because I am really looking.” He drew his finger down the front of her shirt, and to her shock, the tee split an instant behind his fingertip.
“What is that?”
He grinned. “I am really looking, and I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
She blushed and yelped as he ran his tongue over her, and her particular talent overflowed.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him. He flicked his eyes toward her and met her gaze as he sucked.
Her voice was husky, and she whispered, “You wrecked your own shirt.”
He released that nipple and laughed. “Worth it.”
She flinched when he attached to the other side and swallowed while looking at her. He slid his fingers into her and thumbed her clit. He started with two and then added a third as his hand moved in time to the sucking.
Khytten felt herself tighten around his fingers, and his sucking involved grazes of his teeth. It took less than a dozen strokes before she moaned low and her muscles gripped his fingers. He continued to move his digits inside her while her body clasped and released him. She shuddered as he slowly sucked at her.
He licked at her breasts and said, “You taste different when you cum.”
“I have never actually tested that.”
“You don’t need to. You taste like sex, but just until the spasms stop then it is all sweetness again. You program it as it exits.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Why did I tell you all that?”
“Because I asked, and no one else has. You know all these wonderful things about your body and have no one to tell. It must be frustrating.” He smiled. “I am genuinely interested in how your body works. Allow me to demonstrate.”
He opened his trousers, the thick skin-tight fabric pressed on her inner thighs as he leaned in and pressed against her. Her body resisted for a moment, and then, she welcomed him in, gloving around him.
He shuddered. “Oh, that is good.”
The rush of heat
