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Three days. That was how long her progress had been stalled. Robin needed to make a trip to search for a base located on the Glacial Basin but the weather on the surface had been nothing but high winds and hailstorms for three whole freaking days. She was going stir crazy.
You appear to be frustrated, AL-AN commented.
Robin rolled her eyes. “What gave it away?”
She’d forgotten Architects were immune to sarcasm.
You’ve thrown and caught that Shrub Nut two hundred seventeen times, AL-AN informed her. And sighed twenty-four times while doing so. I have learned that these are often signs of frustration.
Robin shook her head helplessly. “Yes, AL-AN, I’m frustrated. I want to be doing something, not just waiting to do something. I have energy to burn and nothing to do with it.”
Hmm… There was a long moment of thoughtful silence, then, It is not vital to the success of either of our missions, but there is an Artifact within a reasonable distance that would not require travel to the surface during this inclement weather. If you’re amenable, I’ll update your PDA with its location.
Robin shrugged. “Why not? Let’s go find it.”
The Artifact in question wasn’t even 500 meters away. Robin was surprised AL-AN hadn’t sent her after it sooner – and she told him so.
The Artifact is of no practical use to me, he informed her. I only mention it now because I believe it may help alleviate your frustration. You should be able to collect any materials you require on the way.
That surprised Robin. Her interaction with the Architect Artifacts usually ended with scanning them. “I’ll be crafting this one?”
Yes. AL-AN didn’t bother elaborating.
It felt good to get out of the base for a while. She didn’t even mind the many crashfish she had to dodge on her way to the site. Following the green lights that guided her progress down, Robin found probably the smallest Artifact she’d come across so far. Unhooking her sensor, she moved toward the rocky shelf where the item rested.
“It’s broken,” she said with a frown. There were several very thin, very sleek black and silver pieces laying in no apparent order.
The fabricator will be able to synthesise the devise in working order once I make a few small adjustments to the blueprint, AL,AN assured her.
Robin shrugged and raised her scanner. He hadn’t led her wring yet...
Back at her base, Robin loaded the blueprint and a handful of materials into the fabricator. Then, she waited.
When the fabricator signalled its completion, Robin reached out to take the item it had synthesised. It was white and grey like the walls of her base instead of black and silver like the broken pieces of Artifact, but Robin could see now how all those little plates fit together.
She turned the device over in her hands. It looked a bit like a very large rockgrub, with a few differences. One end was rounded and bulbous, while the other ended in more of a point. As she slid it from one hand to the other, the titanium plates shifted over the modified gel sacks inside, clanking together softly. She picked up the other item the fabricator had provided.
That item, at least, was familiar. It resembled the remote used to control Sam’s spy pengling – though the buttons were different. The one with the picture of a lightning bolt must be the power button. Another looked like a drop of water. The third…? Robin didn’t recogniseit he shape. Must have meant something to the Architects, though…
“What is this?” she asked AL-AN. “Some kind of pet?”
AL-AN’s answering laugh left Robin torn. On one hand, it was the first honest, unfiltered laugh she’d heard him utter. He was usually so sombre and thoughtful…
Guess losing your entire species does that to you.
As much as she enjoyed hearing AL-AN laugh, he had done it at her expense and that stung. “Well, sorry if we’re not all super-smart ancient aliens…” she grumbled.
He was instantly contrite. Forgive me, Robin, he said. You’re right, of course. It is not a pet, no. When I said that it was something to relieve the boredom, I meant in a more physical sense.
Oh?
Might I suggest that you take your new “pet” to your sleeping quarters? There was just the smallest hint of a smile in his voice.
As Robin obeyed, AL-AN surprised her by asking, Do you find my companionship insufficient, Robin?
She didn’t even have to think about her answer. Although shed objected to the intrusion at first, having AL-AN in her mind was probably the only thing that had kept her from losing it. “Of course not! What makes you think that?”
That your thoughts would go to a pet suggests loneliness…
Robin shook her head. “How can I be lonely with you here?” she asked. “I enjoy your companionship very much,” she told AL-AN honestly.
Thank you, he said. I likewise enjoy yours. Perhaps now would be a good time for you to undress.
“What?!” Robin nearly dropped the strange “pet” at his suggestion.
The device you hold is not a body component, he explained, but it is designed to mimic one. My people used it to relieve certain… tensions.
Robin’s jaw dropped as she stared down at the smooth white and grey device. She turned it over in her hands, a million questions running through her mind.
Sexual tensions, AL-AN added unnecessarily.
“Is this… is this what your… is this what your sexual member-” she couldn’t say it, not even to the guy living in her head- “looks like?”
More or less.
“Whoa.”
Do you find it pleasing?
She shifted the device from hand to hand again, letting its weight clank from one palm to the other. It was quite heavy and easily filled both hands.
Whoa.
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
I see. AL-AN sounded so disappointed that Robin instantly felt guilty. She didn’t exactly want to tell him that she found it intimidating, though!
“Can I try it?” Was she intimated? Yes. Was she curious as hell?
Also, yes.
If it would please you. AL-AN’s response was so guarded Robin kicked herself for not saying it was the best alien penis she’d ever seen. Of course, as far as she knew, it was the only alien penis she’d ever seen.
Would it please her?
Only one way to find out...
She set the device down on a corner of the bed while she slowly removed the obligatory wetsuit. As cool, recycled air hit her bare skin, goosebumps rose along her arms and her nipples puckered. She thought, irrationally, that she heard a small noise of appreciation but that was silly, of course, since AL-AN was the only other one there.
Climbing onto the bed, Robin spread her legs, brining her knees up. “I’ve never done this in front of anyone else,” she admitted nervously.
If it brings you any comfort, AL-AN told her, I have never watched a human do it. Even if you were to do it incorrectly, I would never know.
Robin laughed out loud. It was exactly what she needed at that moment, something to break the ice. Well, that and…
“Dang,” she muttered. “I don’t have any lube.”
Lube?
“Yeah,” she explained, “human bodies need lubricant to do this kind of thing. Otherwise, it can be painful.”
Ah, yes. We are not so different in that way, AL-AN said sagely. It must be a rather disappointing design flaw in human males if they do not provide their own.
Robin was not getting into the “disappointing design flaws” of human men.
The device will provide what you require if you press the appropriate button on the remote.
Ah, so that was what that button was for. Robin pressed the button that looked like a drop of water, and the device secreted a small amount of lubricant from between the plates. It was slick but not greasy, fluid but not wet.
The Architects thought of everything…
Using both hands to support the awkwardly shaped phallus, Robin began slowly easing it into herself. She soon had to adjust, opening her legs wider and leaning back to take it deeper.
“Oooh,” she moaned.
Do you find the fit acceptable? AL-AN asked.
Robin could only nod. “Mhm.”
Good. When you are ready, press the power button.
Oh, she was ready.
“Fuck!”
The device became instantly rigid. Then, it started to move.
It didn’t vibrate, as she’d expected. Instead, it stretched, then retracted in swift, steady movements. Stretch, retract, repeat.
Oh, wow.
The device’s smooth titanium panels and self-lubricating inner membrane made it difficult to keep hold of as the panels shuttered together. She was glad it had a bulbous top end although, with the – gasp – force the plates opened and closed as phallus elongated and shortened, she didn’t entirely trust its girth to keep it… in place.
“Um… AL-AN?” Robin bit her lip as the gently abrasive movements of the imitation Architect penis sent delicious thrills through her.
Yes, Robin? He was using his I’m-a-wise-and-infinitely-patient-old-alien voice, which was especially frustrating since she could barely string enough words together to form a sentence.
Oh, if the Artifact was between the other legs…
“Is there, uh… a way to, um…” Good thing she spent all those years learning all those alien languages so English could fail her when presented with a tricky alien device.
An extremely effective alien device.
Sha-dunk.
“Ah!” Her grip slipped again as the device’s plates shuttered together once more. She fumbled with it with one hand. With the other, she made a helpless grabbing motion.
AL-AN chuckled, a sound she heard far too rarely. It was a deep, rich sound and reached places the alien phallus couldn’t. Am I to understand that the device is unsuitable for human hands?
Sha-dunk, sha-dunk, sha-dunk.
“Ahhh…”
Oh, I’d show you a thing or two about human hands, she thought dizzily, knowing he couldn’t hear her – or was that hoping? He’d never actually said he couldn’t read her thoughts.
Almost as if to prove a point, AL-AN said, There is a button on the device that might assist you. I must warn, however, he continued as Robin reached for the remote, that pressing it will unlock certain aspects of Architect physiology that might be too strong for a human. There was mirth in his voice but something else too… Was it concern?
No, the alien device was scrambling her thoughts, that was all.
“If you remember, I kicked a Squidshark in the face last week,” she said dismissively. Her thumb hovered over the button with the shape she didn’t recognise. “If I can handle that, I think I can manage…”
She screamed.
Robin had hit the button as she spoke. In seconds, three things happened simultaneously. First, six mini mechanical… arms? shot out of the bulbous end. Two grabbed her legs, forcing them apart, while two gripped the bed beneath them and the others anchored themselves to her belly. It gave the device terrific leverage for the second thing it did when she hit the button. Although it never stopped its odd shuttering thrusts, it began undulating like the tail of a glow whale. Only faster.
And harder.
Which, alone, would have been enough to drive her straight to the brink.
But it also did a third thing: it stared sending tiny electrical jolts through her that lit her nerve endings on fire in the best way imaginable. She barely had time to register the effects of the strange button – which, she realized later, bore the shape of the claw-like hands attached to the tiny arms exerting just enough pressure to hold her in place but not enough to bruise – before they pushed her over the edge.
Somewhere, through the haze of intense sensation coursing through her, Robin heard AL-AN calling her name. He didn’t sound patient or wise for once. He sounded… frightened?
Robin? Robin! Robin, please answer me.
Answer him? How could she answer him when she was trying not to swallow her fucking tongue?
The device was relentless. Before she could come down from that planet-shattering orgasm, it was driving her unerringly toward the next.
And she was more than happy to hitch a ride.
Robin, please! The fear in AL-AN’s voice had risen almost to the point of hysteria.
I really should tell him everything is…
“Oh! Oh! Ohhhh…”
What can I do? Please, tell me how to assist you. There’s no hope for it, I’ll have to call that odious Marguerit…
“AL-UN!” Robin gasped finally as she writhed, clutching the sheets between her fingers. “Shut up!”
He let out a sound much like a human sigh of relief. You are… well? He sounded confused, but no longer hysterical.
Which was good, because if he called Marg at that moment, Robin would keep her promise to build him a body, but only so she could destroy it.
“I am…” Her hips started to arch off the bed as a second orgasm approached. The mechanical arms held firm, keeping her pinned to the mattress as the next wave hit her and dragged her, panting, along. It was a few minutes before she could talk again. “Oh, AL-AN, I’m…” She breathed. The alien device was still going. “I’m… fantastic!”
AL-AN perked up. You are not in pain?
Robin managed a gasping laugh. “No, this isn’t pain.”
Are you… enjoying the experience? he asked, slipping back into Ancient Alien Scientist Mode.
“You’re gonna need a better word than ‘enjoying,’” Robin equipped.
Revelling? AL-AN mused. Delighting?
“Al-AN?”
Yes, Robin?
“Shut up.”
He obeyed, silent as a third orgasm crashed into Robin, dragging her under. When she resurfaced, chest heaving, skin streaked with sweat, she fumbled for the remote. She didn’t know how long the device was designed to run for, but if it kept doing that to her, she was certain she would die before it did.
But damn, she’d die happy.
“That was amazing,” Robin told AL-AN. She lay spread-eagle on the bed, trying to catch her breath as her heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He didn’t answer. “Hey,” she said. “I wasn’t serious about the whole ‘shut up’ thing. It’s a human expression,” she explained. “Like a joke.”
Nothing.
“Hey, AL, what’s up?”
Eventually, he broke his silence. I’m sorry, Robin.
“Why?” She didn’t understand the regret in AL-AN’s voice. If she’d just been responsible for the best orgasm (ahem, orgasms) of someone’s life, her ego wouldn’t fit in the seabase…
Robin started to stretch languidly but stopped when the alien phallus resisted the movement. Whoops, she thought, cheeks warming. Fumbling for the remote, she hit the button that released the clamps holding her in place. Its plates clanked together gently as it slid onto the bed.
She set the slick device on the table beside her bed with a heavy thunk, then stretched out with her arms folded behind her head. It was only then Robin realised that AL-AN hadn’t answered her.
“Hey, AL,” she said, “why are you sorry?”
There was hesitation in his voice when he eventually spoke. I confess my motives in retrieving the Artifact were not entirely altruistic, he confessed.
“Okay...” Altruistic was miles away from any of the words she would have used to describe the experience.
Architects, she thought with a grin.
“So, what were your motives?” (Not that she cared... the end result was enough for her.)
AL-AN didn’t answer immediately. Her grin slowly faded. “Come on, AL,” she coaxed, “what were they?”
When I thought I had been the cause of your pain… he began, sounding tortured, I felt a sensation I have not experienced in a long, long time. I believe humans call it panic.
Robin’s heart swelled. Part of her wanted to dismiss the warm, fuzzy feelings his words woke in her as a result of spending too much time alone. The larger part knew that the bond they had forged over the past few months was growing stronger every day.
“You were worried about me?”
Yes. His voice was heavy with guilt. The truth is, Robin, I was not one hundred percent certain the device would be compatible with your physiology when I recommended it to you, even after the dimensions were adjusted to reduce its size.
That had her sitting up in bed, eyes narrowing at the empty space across from her. “You didn’t know if it would be compatible?! And you let me put it inside me?!”
AL-AN's voice was sheepish. My observations suggested a good likelihood of compatibility, but none of the twenty-seven species that made up our design were humanoid in nature. Before Robin could reprimand him for taking risks with her safety, he floored her by adding, But I found myself very interested in knowing whether our physiologies would be compatible before you completed the construction of my corporeal form.
Thu-ump.
Robin’s heart gave a painful beat, then threatened to stop altogether. The alien device, still wet with her juices, drew her attention. Her muscles tightened in anticipation.
“You’ve thought about... being with me?”
I think of it often, AL-AN confided. My consciousness was trapped in that facility for a Millennia, but it has only been since uniting with you that I have truly felt the loss of my corporeal form. Being able to watch you, but unable to touch you, is a type of pain I find very nearly physical.
Whoa.
Robin didn’t seem to be able to look away from the unusual sex toy. She’d wondered what the Architects had looked like, of course, but it had always been scientific curiosity. Until now. What sort of body would that be attached to? Heat pooled in her belly as she tried to picture it.
“Wait.” Something AL-AN said came back to her. “Reduced the size?”
Yes. Although I was tentatively confident of our compatibility, I couldn’t be certain the female sex organ would stretch to accommodate the larger size of the Architect... where are you going?
Robin didn’t wait for him to finish. She jumped out of bed – and had to grab the table when her legs trembled so hard she could barely stand.
Compatible?
More than.
When her legs decided they would hold her weight, Robin reached for her wetsuit. “To finish building your body, of course! We’ve wasted too much time already!”
The laughter that filled the base as Robin wiggled into her wetsuit was one of deep masculine satisfaction.