Man or Machine: 2 (Body Electric) by Electra Shepherd Page A

She no longer wanted to cry. She wanted to pant, to scream, to beg for more, but her mouth was stretched around Dallas’ member and she could only moan deep in her throat and clench herself around Hal’s cock, thrust her body back against his, squeeze Dallas’ balls with one hand and sink her short fingernails into his working buttocks with the other.
    She was a body, that was all. A body to give and receive pleasure, nerve endings and skin, no brain, no heart. Safe, inviolate, built for ecstasy, not for pain. Living in this hot, steamy moment with two cocks inside her and Hal squeezing her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders frantically as he pounded himself inside her, again and again, as if he wanted to pour himself into her, as if he could never get enough.
    Her orgasm ripped through her with a savagery she’d never felt before and she pulled her mouth away from Dallas’ cock and screamed.
    Hal cried out at the same time, close to her ear, and she felt him jerk deep within her.
    “We’re coming!” yelled Dallas and he twitched in her hand, pumping through her fingers, racked with spasms of his own.
    She held him tightly and squeezed Hal inside her and rode the waves of pleasure until they subsided and left her, weak and damp, in Hal’s arms.
    Dallas lay very still. Then, all at once, he got up and stood by the bed, looking down at them.
    “That was extremely interesting,” he said. “Extremely.”
    Hal was breathing hard. He held on to her. At some point she had wrapped her leg around his thigh. His cock was still inside her. She could feel it, hard and long despite his orgasm.
    “Ilsa,” he said. Gently, he touched her chin and turned her head so she could see his face.
    His dear, beautiful face. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead between the electrodes and his hair was damp. His clever blue eyes looked deep into hers.
    He stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers. The way he used to after they made love, looking at her as if he understood everything about her and found it all wondrous.
    “Ils,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth.
    She’d missed him so much. A sharp ache that had never gone away. It had not gone away even now, when she lay in his arms.
    In that moment she knew it was better not to have anything than to have everything and lose it again.
    She turned her face from him.
    Hal went completely still. Then, after a moment, he carefully disentangled himself from her. He removed his arms and untwisted his leg from around hers and he slid his cock out of her. She felt it go, felt him go, and she knew it was forever.
    She wouldn’t have him again, she couldn’t risk it.
    Her body felt cold where he was no longer touching her. Ilsa sat up on the bed, avoiding looking at Hal.
    “ Extremely interesting,” said Dallas again.
    “Can I have my clothes please, Dallas?”
    The robot gave them to her and she put on her shirt, hearing Hal getting off the bed to dress himself too.
    “My mind is blown,” said Dallas. “Hal and Ilsa, I can’t thank you enough. I’ve learned more than I thought was possible.”
    He sounded happy. Not just cheerful, which could be programmed in, but happy .
    “That’s great,” said Ilsa. She made herself grin at Dallas.
    He was her creation. It was her responsibility—it was her pleasure and her need—to try to make him capable of happiness. And she’d done it somehow.
    She and Hal, together.
    Dallas was buoyant, smiling widely in a way she’d never seen him do before. He pulled on his jeans and began to take the electrodes off her. Each one disengaged with a slight pop.
    She couldn’t look at Hal but she was intensely aware of everything he was doing. He’d dressed completely now and he was removing his electrodes. He handed them to Dallas.
    “I’m glad we could help you,” Hal said. “You’re a remarkable piece of technology, Dallas. I wish I’d thought of you myself.”
    “Thank you.” Dallas stowed