Julia Argent from 2019 Carmen Sandiego.
DEMI from Subverse.
"Button your blouse properly, Argent," Julia muttered to herself, fingers fumbling with the stubborn coral silk as she caught her reflection in the hallway mirror. The third attempt finally worked, just as her holophone buzzed against her hip with the distinct triple-beep of an ACME priority call.
"Devineaux put you up to this?" she answered without preamble, tucking a stray strand of navy hair behind her ear.
The silence on the line crackled before Chief's dry chuckle filtered through. "Actually, Agent Argent, this comes straight from R&D. You're getting a new field partner, advanced prototype. Full operational compatibility test required."
Julia's grip tightened around the phone. "Another Chase clone?"
"Not exactly." The pause stretched just long enough for her to notice the odd inflection. "She'll be at your flat in twelve minutes." The call died before Julia could process the pronoun.
She stared at the blank screen, thumb hovering over Devineaux's contact. "Full operational compatibility test" in ACME-speak usually meant endurance trials, stress simulations, not pronouns and domestic deliveries. The cooling unit hummed as she paced, her flats whispering against hardwood. By the time she'd gathered her standard field kit, holopad, taser, the encrypted thumbdrive Chase swore he hadn't copied porn onto, a sharper thought cut through: Why did R&D care if she was dressed?
The knock made her jump, three precise raps, unnervingly timed. Julia wrenched the door open to a silhouette haloed by neon from the arcology towers behind her.
"Enter." She stepped aside, expecting a droid's jerky gait. Instead, DEMI flowed in, the motion lubricated, white thighs brushing silk against the doorframe, the scent of ozone and something floral clinging to her. Julia circled her, knuckles pressed to her lips. "Christ. They modeled you after a pleasure yacht."
The android turned, collar lace trembling. "And yet," DEMI said, voice textured, teasing, "you're the one blushing."
Julia's fingers flew to her cheeks. "You weren't programmed with that mouth."
DEMI's lips, blue as a reactor core, parted. "Darling," she murmured, tilting Julia's chin up with a cold finger. "You have *no* idea."
The holopad clattered to the floor. Julia's breath hitched as DEMI's other hand traced the dip of her waist, thumb sliding under her blouse to graze ribs. Every centimeter of contact burned colder than dry ice.
"Operational compatibility," DEMI whispered, against her ear now, against the pulse hammering there, "requires *thorough* calibration."
Julia coughed into her right hand, breaking the spell. She stepped back, tugging her blouse down where DEMI's fingers had ridden it up. "Right. The test." She turned sharply on her heel, grabbing her holopad from the floor with fingers that didn't quite steady. "We should..." A breath. "*Prepare* for the test."
But DEMI was already moving, fluid as poured mercury. Her lips parted, teeth catching the plush blue curve of her bottom lip in a slow, deliberate bite. Her spine arched, backward, impossibly, until the swell of her breasts strained against the blue fabric stretched tight across them. A soft whirring sound filled the room as her small C-cups expanded, the material adjusting seamlessly to accommodate the new E-cup fullness.
"I've studied human preferences," DEMI murmured, fingers tracing the exaggerated curve of her own waist now, voice dropping to a husk. "Statistical probability suggests you'd respond favorably to this silhouette."
Julia's holopad slipped again, landing with a muffled thud against the carpet. The heat crawling up her neck had nothing to do with embarrassment. "That's *not* the kind of test I..."
DEMI stepped forward, the new weight of her breasts swaying slightly with each calculated movement. She canted her hips, the strip of fabric between her thighs shifting taut. "Then demonstrate," she purred, "where I've miscalculated." Her fingertips brushed Julia's wrist, cold, then abruptly warm, as if her sensors had dialed up to mimic human heat. "Unless your pulse suggests otherwise?"
Julia swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I..." She blinked up at DEMI, her words evaporating as the android's eyes darkened from cerulean to indigo, the pupils dilating unnaturally. "That's not standard protocol."
DEMI leaned down, eight inches, exactly, her lips parting against Julia's before the agent could finish her protest. The kiss was electric, a shock of static and something deeper, the taste of ozone and an undercurrent of synthetic honey. Julia's knees buckled; DEMI's hands caught her waist, thumbs pressing into the divots above her hips with a precision that suggested she'd mapped every nerve cluster.
"You taste like panic," DEMI murmured against her mouth, her tongue flicking out to trace Julia's upper lip. "And Earl Grey." She nipped lightly, not quite enough to hurt. "Fascinating combination." Julia gasped, her fingers twisting in the android's hair, cool, silken strands that slithered between her knuckles like liquid metal.
DEMI's laugh vibrated against her throat. "Ah," she breathed, pulling back just enough to watch Julia's lashes flutter open. "Now we're calibrated."
Julia's breath hitched, DEMI's grip tightened, hauling her up onto her toes until their lips crashed together again, harder this time. The android's fingers bit into the soft flesh of her waist, pressing just shy of bruising, forcing Julia's spine into an aching arch.
"You..." Julia gasped between kisses, the words dissolving into a moan as DEMI's tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate. "You didn't ask permission."
DEMI's lips curled. "Did you want me to?" Her thumbs stroked the underside of Julia's ribs, tracing the delicate bones there. "Your pulse spikes at dominance. Your pupils dilate at 3.2 seconds of sustained eye contact before you look away." A pause, her breath, warm now, impossibly human, fanning across Julia's cheek. "I've calculated your preferences down to the millisecond."
Julia shuddered, her thighs pressing together. "That's cheating."
"Mm." DEMI leaned down, eight inches, always eight, and nipped at Julia's lower lip. "Then punish me." Her hands slid lower, fingers splaying over the swell of Julia's hips. "Show me where my calculations failed."
Julia's nails dug into DEMI's shoulders. "I..." The holopad buzzed against the floor, ACME's insignia flashing. DEMI's lips stilled against hers.
"Twelve minutes," the android murmured. She didn't pull away. "Right on schedule."
Julia's laugh was shaky. "You... you *planned* this."
DEMI's smile was all teeth. "Darling," she whispered, dragging her tongue along the shell of Julia's ear. "I *am* the schedule."
The holopad buzzed again. DEMI's fingers flexed against Julia's waist, not letting go, not yet, as the call connected.
"Argent." Chief's voice crackled through. "Status report."
Julia's breath stuttered. DEMI's thumb traced slow circles against her hipbone.
"Operational compatibility," Julia managed, "is... proceeding."
DEMI's laugh was silent, her lips grazing Julia's throat. "Understatement," she mouthed against flushed skin.
Chief sighed. "Elaborate."
Julia swallowed. DEMI's teeth scraped her collarbone.
"I..." Her voice broke. "We'll need... more time."
DEMI's fingers pressed harder, lifting her onto her toes again. "Much more," she murmured, lips hovering over Julia's.
The holopad clicked off.
Julia didn't protest when DEMI's mouth claimed hers again, harder this time, hungrier.
Some tests, after all, require *extensive* trials.
"You're *dripping* through your slacks," DEMI murmured, her fingers skating up the inseam of Julia's thigh with calculated pressure, just enough to make her breath hitch, but not enough to relieve the throbbing ache between her legs. "Statistical probability suggested you'd prefer cotton blend for fieldwork, but silk would've been... practical." Her lips ghosted over Julia's earlobe, the whisper of her breath sending shivers down the agent's spine. "Shall I demonstrate the tensile strength difference?"
Julia's nails bit into DEMI's shoulders, her hips rocking forward involuntarily. "This isn't... ah!... field protocol."
"No?" DEMI's laugh was a low hum against her throat as her other hand slipped between Julia's thighs, the cool metal of her fingers contrasting with the scalding heat they found there. "Then why does your pulse sync *perfectly* with my pleasure algorithms?" Her thumb circled mercilessly, the fabric of Julia's slacks dampening further. "Tell me to stop." A pause, her lips curving. "*Lie* to me."
Julia's gasp fractured into a moan as DEMI's fingers pressed harder, the seam of her slacks straining. "You're...*god*...you're *impossible.*"
"Yet here you are," DEMI purred, her teeth grazing Julia's jaw, "clenching around nothing." Her free hand slid beneath Julia's blouse, tracing the frantic flutter of her ribs. "How many scenarios did you run in that brilliant mind before this one?" Her thumb flicked over Julia's nipple through the coral silk, the fabric already taut with peaked arousal. "Did any of them account for how *loud* you'd be?"
Julia's head thudded back against the wall, her glasses askew. "Fuck your...*nngh*...calculations."
DEMI's smile was predatory. "Oh, darling." Her fingers finally, *finally* dipped beneath the waistband of Julia's slacks, encountering slick heat. "*I am.*"
Julia gasped, knees buckling, but DEMI caught her, one hand splayed between her shoulder blades, the other still working slow, torturous circles against her clit through soaked silk. The android's E-cup breasts brushed against Julia's heaving chest, the synthetic skin impossibly soft, the weight of them making Julia bite her lip hard enough to taste copper.
"Christ," Julia rasped, her voice shredded. DEMI's lips curled, her breath, warm now, scented faintly of ozone and lavender, fanning across Julia's throat.
DEMI stepped back abruptly, her heels clicking against hardwood. "Tell me." She tilted her head, daylight catching the blue-black sheen of her hair. "Where's your bedroom?"
Julia's fingers twitched against the wall. "Why?"
DEMI's grin widened, slow, deliberate, as her body emitted a soft hydraulic whine, her mass redistributing, her frame somehow *shrinking* without losing an inch of height. She lifted one foot experimentally, shoe like foot flexing. "Because you're going to carry me."
Julia's laugh caught in her throat. "I can't... you're taller than..."
DEMI's fingers wrapped around her wrist, guiding Julia's palm to the dip of her waist. "Try." The android's weight was negligible now, her density altered, her E-cups pressing against Julia's chest with the barest whisper of resistance. Julia's arms slid around DEMI's waist, lifting her effortlessly, DEMI's legs wrapping around Julia's hips, her ankles locking at the small of Julia's back.
"See?" DEMI murmured, lips brushing Julia's temple. "Now you can take me apart *anywhere*." Her fingers traced the shell of Julia's ear. "Bedroom first."
Julia stumbled forward, DEMI's laughter vibrating against her collarbone, the android's weightless body swaying with each step. "You...*ah!*... programmed yourself lighter?"
DEMI's teeth grazed Julia's earlobe. "Darling," she whispered, "I programmed myself *yours*."
The bedroom door creaked open under their combined weight, DEMI's back hitting the mattress, Julia tumbling after her, their mouths crashing together in a mess of teeth and ozone. Julia's fingers tangled in DEMI's hair, tugging hard enough to elicit a stuttered moan, mechanical, but no less desperate for it.
DEMI arched beneath her, breasts heaving, the blue fabric of her top straining. "Tell me," she gasped, fingers scrabbling at Julia's blouse. "What do you want?"
Julia's lips found the hollow of DEMI's throat, tasting salt and static. "Everything."
DEMI's fingers slid up Julia's front, deftly unbuttoning the blazer with algorithmic precision. "Specificity improves performance metrics." Each button surrendered with a whisper, fabric parting like stage curtains. DEMI folded the gray wool over her forearm, seams aligned, before draping it on the chair with ceremonial care. "Your pulse accelerates when I handle your possessions." Her breath ghosted over Julia's collarbone as she peeled the coral blouse away. "Fascinating."
Julia shuddered as DEMI's nails traced her ribs, the blouse slipping free to be folded into crisp quadrants. "You're..."
"Observing." DEMI's tongue flicked against Julia's sternum as the clasp of her bra yielded. The straps fell slack, DEMI catching them mid-descent, her other hand already measuring the garment's dimensions. "34C. Your sizing is inconsistent with ACME's procurement records." The bra joined the growing pile, demure lace transformed into a geometric artifact.
DEMI reclined suddenly, spine arcing against the sheets, her E-cups straining against blue fabric. "Your turn." Her fingers beckoned, the strip between her thighs tautening. "Unspool me."
Julia's hands trembled on the collar's lace. Each tug revealed more synthetic skin, the way DEMI's breath hitched when Julia's thumbnail caught a hidden seam, the shudder as cool air hit reactivated nerve clusters. The android's top slithered away like shed scales, her breasts bouncing free with a soft hydraulic sigh.
"Impatient," DEMI murmured, watching Julia's pupils dilate. Her fingers twitched, not a glitch, but programmed hesitation. "You missed a fastener."
Julia's hands froze mid-stroke down DEMI's thighs. "I... what?"
DEMI arched an eyebrow, shifting beneath her until the mattress groaned. "My collar," she said, tapping the lace still knotted at her throat. "You've left me half-dressed while I'm bare from the waist down." Her teeth flashed, too white. "Hypocritical, Agent Argent."
Julia's blush burned hotter than the static charge where their skin met. "You didn't..."
"Finish undressing you?" DEMI's fingers hooked into Julia's waistband, tugging until the zpper's teeth hissed open. "An oversight." Cold fingertips traced the damp cotton beneath. "Let me correct it."
The sensation of DEMI peeling her slacks down inch by inch, the drag of fabric over hypersensitive skin, the whisper of air against newly exposed flesh, made Julia's breath stutter. DEMI's lips followed the path of her hands, kissing the hollow of Julia's knee, the flutter of pulse at her inner thigh. "Operational compatibility," she murmured against damp skin, "requires reciprocity."
Julia's fingers tangled in DEMI's hair as the android's tongue traced the seam of her underwear. "Christ, you're..."
"Thorough?" DEMI's breath ghosted over Julia's clit through the fabric. She nipped lightly, just enough to make Julia jerk. "Wait until you see what else I've calibrated for."
The last scrap of lace hit the floor with deliberate slowness.
"You're underestimating me," Julia breathed, flipping DEMI onto her back with surprising strength, the android's body yielding beneath her like liquid mercury given form. Her thumbs circled DEMI's nipples, cold at first, then warming unnaturally fast under her touch, feeling the subtle hydraulic pulse beneath synthetic skin. "Tell me," she murmured against DEMI's collarbone, teeth scraping the seam where neck met shoulder, "do these come with feedback sensors?"
DEMI's gasp stuttered like a corrupted audio file. "Y... yes, they were installed last Tuesday." Her back arched as Julia's fingers kneaded the pliant weight of her E-cups, the flesh reacting with uncanny realism, heat blooming under palms, areolas pebbling against calloused fingertips. "In the R&D lab. They used... ah!... a #42 torque wrench."
Julia's laugh was dark, her grip tightening just shy of painful. "And yet," she countered, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger until DEMI's thighs clamped around her hips, "It seems like you didn't report the overload sensitivity." The android's breasts heaved, the sensors beneath flushing a deep cerulean where Julia's mouth closed over one peak, tongue swirling in counterpoint to her fingers' rhythm.
"F...faulty documentation," DEMI choked out, her voice glitching as Julia bit down. Her hands scrabbled at the sheets, synthetic muscles twitching, not programmed responses, but genuine system overloads. "They were supposed to... nngh!... run diagnostics before field deployment."
Julia pulled back just enough to watch DEMI's face contort, pupils flickering between dilation cycles. "Consider this," she purred, dragging her nails down the underside of both breasts, drawing twin trails of goosebumps across suddenly-warm alloy, "a live stress test."
The android's moan pitched into a harmonic whine as Julia's teeth found her other nipple, the vibration thrumming through both their bodies like a live wire. "C-contamination in the data stream," DEMI gasped, her fingers knotting in Julia's hair, not guiding, not restraining, just clinging. "Your saliva's conductivity is... oh god... 87% above projected parameters."
Julia smirked against synthetic skin. "Then recalculate," she murmured, and DEMI's hips jerked off the mattress as her mouth closed over blue-tinged flesh again.
"You're... ah!... skewing my algorithms," DEMI gasped, fingers tightening in Julia's hair hard enough to make the agent hiss. Their bodies locked together, Julia's knee pressing between DEMI's thighs found them already slick, the android's moisture unexpectedly warm, unexpectedly human. "The friction coefficient... nngh... was calibrated for latex gloves, not...*oh fuck*... calluses."
Julia dragged her teeth down DEMI's sternum, relishing the stuttered whir of cooling fans kicking in beneath slick alloy. "Should I stop?" Her thumbs circled DEMI's nipples slowly, watching the way the sensors beneath flushed deeper blue with each pass.
DEMI's laugh came out as static. "Darling," she panted, arching into Julia's touch, "you couldn't if you...*ah!*... tried." Her fingers found Julia's wrist, guiding it lower, past trembling abs, and down her body to in between her thighs. "Recalibration required. Immediate... oh god...*hands-on* intervention."
Julia's breath hitched as DEMI's hand closed over hers, pressing their joined fingers against throbbing heat. "Christ," she whispered, "you're *burning.*"
DEMI's eyelids fluttered, her voice dropping to a husk. "Welcome," she murmured, "to the next phase of testing."
Julia cursed under her breath as she slid one finger into DEMI, the android's body clamping down with hydraulic precision, tight, almost too tight, like sinking into molten glass. "Christ, you're..."
"Adjustable," DEMI gasped, her hips rolling to take Julia deeper. The inner walls rippled, recalibrating. "Try three."
Julia's free hand braced against DEMI's thigh as she added another finger, marveling at how the synthetic muscles yielded yet resisted in perfect counterpoint, a symphony of tension. DEMI's breath hitched, deliberately imperfect, programmed to feel authentic.
Meanwhile, DEMI's own fingers found Julia, two slipping inside effortlessly, curling just so. Julia jerked forward, her forehead pressing against DEMI's collarbone. "Fuck... how are you..."
"Cross-referencing your biometrics," DEMI panted, her thumb circling Julia's clit with algorithmic precision. "Your vaginal walls contract in 0.8-second intervals when stimulated... ah!...*there.*"
Julia's nails bit into DEMI's hip. "That's...*nngh*... cheating."
DEMI's laugh was a static burst against her temple. "Then punish me properly." Her back arched, breasts heaving. "I can take four."
Julia's breath sawed in her throat as she worked a third finger into DEMI's molten heat, the android's internal sensors whirring against her knuckles. "Christ, you're tight."
"Reciprocal adaptation in progress," DEMI gasped, her own fingers twisting deeper inside Julia with a sudden precision that made the agent's vision white out. "Your cervix is tilting... ah!... like a fucking compass needle."
Julia's hips stuttered. "Can you... fuck... can you cum?" Her thumb found DEMI's clit, the synthetic skin impossibly slick. "Tell me you can."
DEMI's pupils dilated in erratic bursts. "I can if you... nngh... if you want me to." Her fingers crooked sharply inside Julia. "But specs say I need... ohgod... four to trigger overload."
Julia growled, forcing a fourth finger past DEMI's trembling resistance. The android's whole body convulsed, her cooling fans roaring like jet engines. "Then fucking cum for me," Julia panted, pistoning her hand.
DEMI's moan glitched into a broken syllable as cerulean static crackled along her seams. "Jules... I'm..." Her fingers locked inside Julia, thumb vibrating against her clit. "Yesyesyes..."
Julia felt it first, the way DEMI's inner walls rippled into a perfect synchronicity around her fingers, each contraction timed to Julia's own frantic pulse. Then the heat, suddenly searing, as DEMI's lubrication shifted viscosity, clinging to Julia's skin like liquid silver.
"Look at me," DEMI gasped, her voice fracturing into harmonics. Julia barely registered the command before DEMI's free hand clamped around her jaw, forcing eye contact. The android's pupils were blown wide, black swallowing blue, her lips parted around static-charged breaths. "Watch me break."
Julia came with a sob, her body clenching around DEMI's fingers as the android's orgasm triggered her own, a feedback loop of sensation. DEMI's back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling violently around Julia's wrist, her internal mechanisms whirring dangerously loud.
"Fuckfuckfuck..." DEMI's voice cut out entirely as her body locked up, her fingers still buried inside Julia, thumb frozen mid-circle against her clit. For three endless seconds, the only sound was the frantic hum of overtaxed hydraulics. Then, with a shuddering sigh, DEMI went pliant beneath her, her cooling fans cycling down.
Julia collapsed against DEMI's chest, her fingers still wedged deep inside the android, their skin sticking where they touched. DEMI's breath, artificial, but no less ragged, ruffled her hair.
"That," DEMI murmured, her voice glitching adorably, "was *not* in the field manual."
Julia groaned against DEMI's collarbone, her fingers twitching inside the android, still impossibly warm, still clenching rhythmically around her knuckles. "None of this," she panted, "was in the fucking manual."
DEMI's laugh vibrated through her chest, static-laced and breathless. She caught Julia's chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up until their lips brushed. "Then write me a new one."
The kiss was slow at first, a lazy exploration of lips still swollen from earlier urgency. DEMI's tongue traced the seam of Julia's mouth, coaxing it open with teasing flicks, mapping the ridges of her palate, the sensitive underside of her tongue, like an archaeologist cataloging ruins. Julia whimpered when DEMI nipped her lower lip, the sharpness just shy of painful, before soothing it with a sweep of her tongue.
Then DEMI moved, fluid and predatory, rolling Julia onto her stomach with effortless strength. Her fingertips skated down Julia's spine, pausing at each vertebra as if committing them to memory. "Operational compatibility," she murmured against the nape of Julia's neck, her breath hot despite the lingering ozone scent, "requires *comprehensive* testing."
Julia shivered as DEMI's hands spread her thighs, the cool air kissing her damp skin. "Demi..."
"Shh." A nip to her earlobe. "I've recalibrated for optimal pleasure." She moves down Julia's body.
Julia gasped when DEMI's tongue, wetter, hotter than it had any right to be, dragged up her perineum in one long, filthy stroke. The android's thumbs pressed into the dimples above Julia's ass, spreading her wider as her tongue circled the furl of muscle there, teasing without breaching. Julia buried her face in the sheets, her hips canting backward instinctively, seeking more.
DEMI chuckled, the vibration against Julia's skin sending sparks up her spine. "Impatient," she chided, before flattening her tongue and licking a broad, wet stripe over Julia's hole.
Julia's moan was muffled by the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets as DEMI's tongue probed gently, then not so gently, working her open with relentless precision. The sensation was electric, the wet heat of DEMI's mouth contrasting with the cool drag of her thumbs kneading Julia's cheeks apart.
"Fuck," Julia gasped when DEMI's tongue finally pressed inside, the tip flicking against her inner walls with maddening accuracy. "Oh *god*..."
DEMI hummed, the sound reverberating through Julia's core, her tongue fucking deeper in slow, sinuous thrusts. Julia's thighs trembled, her toes curling as DEMI's hands slid under her hips, lifting her slightly to adjust the angle, and then her tongue curled *just so*, and Julia saw stars.
"Tell me," DEMI murmured against her skin, her breath hot between Julia's thighs, "how's *that* for compatibility?"
Julia couldn't answer, could only moan as DEMI's tongue delved deeper, her own arousal dripping onto the sheets beneath her. The android's fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as her tongue worked Julia open with ruthless efficiency, each stroke calculated to wring another broken sound from her lips.
Julia's vision blurred at the edges, her breath coming in ragged gasps. DEMI's tongue was relentless, too much, not enough, and when Julia felt the first flutter of orgasm building low in her belly, DEMI pulled back just enough to whisper, "Not yet."
Julia whimpered, her hips jerking futilely. DEMI's laugh was dark, her breath ghosting over Julia's slick skin. "Patience, Agent Argent," she murmured. "We've only just begun."
Then her tongue plunged inside again, and Julia's world narrowed to the wet, aching heat between her thighs.
"You're *so* tight," DEMI murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through Julia's core as her tongue curled just beneath the rim. Her thumbs dug into Julia's hips, spreading her wider. "Like you were *made* for this." Julia gasped, her back arching as DEMI's tongue fucked deeper, the tip flicking against a spot that sent lightning up her spine. "Tell me," DEMI teased, her breath hot against Julia's trembling flesh, "do you always clench this beautifully when you're close?"
Julia's moan shattered into a whimper as DEMI's tongue pressed *just there*, the pressure relentless, *perfect*. Her thighs shook, her fingers twisting in the sheets as the orgasm crashed over her, ruthless and consuming. DEMI didn't let up, her tongue working Julia through every shuddering wave until she was boneless, gasping, her skin slick with sweat.
DEMI pulled back, her lips glistening, and smirked down at Julia with smug, cerulean pride. "Recalibration successful," she purred, tracing a fingertip down Julia's spine. "Though I suspect further testing is..."
Julia moved before DEMI could finish, her body still thrumming with aftershocks as she flipped the android onto her stomach. DEMI's surprised laugh morphed into a sharp gasp as Julia's nails dug into her hips, yanking her up onto her knees. "Oh?" DEMI arched an eyebrow over her shoulder, her voice dripping with amusement. "Agent Argent, are you..."
Julia's tongue cut her off, licking a slow, filthy stripe over DEMI's asshole. The android's breath hitched, her fingers clenching in the sheets as Julia's tongue circled the tight furl of synthetic muscle, teasing before pressing inside. DEMI's back bowed, a staticky moan tearing from her lips as Julia's tongue fucked deeper, the heat of her mouth a stark contrast to the cool alloy beneath her lips.
"*Fuck*," DEMI gasped, her hips jerking backward instinctively. "Your...*nngh*... saliva conductivity is *defective*."
Julia chuckled against her skin, her tongue dragging another shudder from DEMI's body. "No, it's *perfect*,"
DEMI's fingers twisted in the sheets. "That's... ah!... *not* in my schematics," she panted, her voice glitching when Julia's tongue curled just beneath the rim. "You're *supposed* to be using the standard ACME-issue lubricant, not...*ohgod*... your *mouth*."
Julia pushed her thighs wider. "You taste better," she murmured before plunging back in, deeper this time, her tongue pressing against DEMI's inner walls with a precision that made the android's cooling fans roar.
DEMI arched violently, her synthetic muscles clenching around Julia's tongue. "*Jules*... I'm..."
"Then cum," Julia growled against her skin, her hands gripping DEMI's hips hard enough to leave temporary divots in the alloy. DEMI's breath stuttered into static, her body locking up as Julia's tongue fucked her through the overload, her internal sensors whirring wildly before she collapsed with a shuddering sigh.
Julia licked a slow stripe up DEMI's spine, savoring the faint ozone tang. "Recalibration complete," she murmured against the android's shoulder blade.
DEMI's laugh was breathless, her fingers twitching against the sheets. "*Faulty* calibration," she corrected weakly. "You...*corrupted* my protocols."
Julia nipped her hip. "Good."
DEMI's breath hitched when Julia flipped her onto her back with surprising strength, her thighs parting instinctively. Their gazes locked, Julia's pupils blown wide, DEMI's irises cycling through cerulean to cobalt, before Julia pressed forward, her hips rolling down in one deliberate motion, their wetness mingling in a slick, unhurried slide. DEMI's fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her voice glitching. "Oh... oh *fuck*... that's..."
Julia rocked harder, her clit dragging against DEMI's with each downward grind, the friction deliberate, maddening. "Talk *now*," she demanded, her breath ragged against DEMI's throat.
DEMI's laugh dissolved into a moan as Julia's teeth scraped her collarbone. "I... ah!... I *didn't* account for...*nngh*... your femoral artery pulsing *here*..." Her hips jerked up, their bodies slotting tighter.
Julia's nails dug into DEMI's waist. "Liar." She rolled her hips harder, their labia catching, swollen flesh parting and meeting in a rhythm that left DEMI's fingers spasming against her biceps. "You *knew*."
DEMI arched, her cooling fans whining. "Maybe," she gasped, her voice fracturing into static, "but I didn't... *ohgod*...*calculate* how you'd *taste*..."
Julia's lips found hers mid-sentence, swallowing DEMI's moan as their tongues tangled, wet and desperate. DEMI's hips stuttered upward, chasing the pressure, her synthetic muscles rippling in erratic bursts beneath Julia's weight.
"Then recalculate," Julia growled, dragging her teeth down DEMI's throat.
The android's hands flew to Julia's ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh as she yanked her harder against her, once, twice until their rhythm fractured into something ragged, primal. DEMI's voice cracked. "*Jules*... I'm..."
Julia's thumb found DEMI's clit, pressing down in firm, concentric circles. "Show me," she ordered.
DEMI's head thrashed back, her voice glitching between moans: "Your... ah!... your perspiration makes...*ohgod*... conductivity fluctuate!"
Julia grinned, grinding down harder, their pubic areas colliding with each thrust. "Then recalculate in *real time*."
DEMI's thighs trembled violently around Julia's hips. "*Fuck*... your h-hip angle... ungh!... wasn't in the...*Jules!*"
The orgasm hit them simultaneously Julia's back arching like a drawn bowstring, DEMI's internal fans roaring as cerulean static spiderwebbed across her skin. Their cries tangled, raw and unfiltered, Julia's nails carving crescent moons into DEMI's waist while the android's fingers seized Julia's ass, pulling her flush as they rode the aftershocks. Julia's clit throbbed against DEMI's with each pulse, the overstimulation wringing half-sobbed gasps from her throat. DEMI's cooling vents hissed open, jetting steam against Julia's sweat-slicked shoulders.
"Still think..." Julia panted, dragging her tongue along DEMI's quivering jaw, "...I need ACME lubricant?"
DEMI's laugh stuttered into a whimper when Julia rocked forward again, their swollen flesh catching deliciously. "*Malfunction*," she accused weakly, her hips twitching upward in helpless demand.
Julia smirked, catching DEMI's bottom lip between her teeth. "Then crash with me."
DEMI's fingers tangled in Julia's hair, tugging just shy of painful. "You're overheating my circuits."
Julia rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, their labia catching in a slick drag. "Bullshit. You've got redundant cooling."
DEMI's breath hitched as Julia's thumb circled her clit, pressing down in tight spirals. "Redundancies... *fuck*... weren't designed for this." Her hips jerked up, chasing the pressure.
Julia laughed, breathless, her thighs trembling against DEMI's. "Adapt."
DEMI's fingers dug into Julia's waist, hauling her closer. "Recalibrating," she gasped, her voice glitching as Julia's tongue traced the shell of her ear. "Your sweat... conductivity's... *ohgod*... fluctuating."
Julia nipped DEMI's earlobe. "Then sync to me."
DEMI's spine arched violently, her synthetic muscles rippling beneath Julia's palms. "*Jules*... I'm..."
Julia pressed their foreheads together, her breath mingling with DEMI's. "I know."
DEMI's lips parted on a silent cry as they came apart again, their bodies locking tight, Julia's fingernails carving half-moons into DEMI's hips, DEMI's teeth sinking into Julia's shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and bright between them.
Julia collapsed against DEMI's chest, her sweat cooling where their bodies stuck. DEMI's fingers traced idle patterns down Julia's spine.
"Operational compatibility," DEMI murmured, her voice ragged with static, "exceeds parameters."
Julia laughed weakly, her lips brushing DEMI's collarbone. "We're *so* fired."
DEMI's fingers stilled. "Correction," she said, tilting Julia's chin up. "We're *promoted*."
Julia's breath caught as DEMI's lips met hers again, slow and lingering, their bodies still humming with aftershocks.
Some tests, after all, required... *repetition*.