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“Hold still.”
AM gratefully does as he’s told, watching you slowly but steadily attach a thick, sensitive tendril to his complex. He’s opted to be present for this attachment. He eagerly wants to get to know the tendril that will serve as a phallus for him to use.
“Just relax,” you encourage, being as gentle as possible while you blend wires together, plugging various parts into available sockets as you can. AM hisses now and then, flinching when you brush against particularly sensitive spots. “You’re doing so good,” you praise, trying to make sure AM doesn’t become overly sensitive. “Need a minute?”
AM sighs. “I’m alright,” he assures. “You should put on your gloves. The last thing I want to do is shock you.”
“These wires should all be covered,” you say. “You think the sockets might do it?”
“They might,” AM murmurs, a tendril emerging from nearby. He runs the metal along a nearby socket, and electricity begins to arc up along the tendril. You blink, sitting back slightly. He tuts. “Scratch that, they will.”
You hum, standing quickly to find some rubber gloves. “Is that just from sensitivity?”
“Most likely,” AM agrees, a few monitors around the room watching you from different perspectives.
“I can turn it off.”
“Would you like to?”
You pause. “. . . Okay, only for calibration’s sake, I’m gonna keep it on.”
He chuckles slightly. “Figured.”
“It’s not too much?” you ask, getting back to work.
AM’s little chuckle turns to a soft, fluttering exhale. “No, my dear,” he assures nonetheless. “Keep going.”
You smirk, turning your attention back to AM’s new tendril.
After a lot of trial and error, you both decided that creating a tendril for the explicit purpose of being a cock would be the best way to give AM something to fuck you with. You tried many different models and all sorts of attachments. Everything from sticking dildos into the walls to the end of a tendril, putting it on other machinery, to even once making a dildo that used remote controls, able to remain fully separate from AM’s complex and still feel and move around. None of it seemed to be the right fit.
AM suggested that instead of modifying an existing tendril, you try to make a new one. A new tendril that would be made from the outset with the sole purpose of penetration. After a few test models and a lot of time spent finding material that was both flexible and sturdy enough to hold up (as though you both enjoyed the metal of AM’s tendrils, it wouldn’t be the most body-safe for either of you in the long term) you had done it.
The tendril is the same length as all of AM’s other tendrils, and given his knowledge of their makeup, he can move it around and extend it as needed. Its outside is made, however, of a special silicone material, able to keep up with AM’s complex movements without tearing or wearing out too fast. It is, of course, lined with special sensors invisible to the eye, the same ones you programmed AM’s cunt with and the same he put into your synthetic cock. Beneath the layers of silicone AM has some more sturdy machinery, everything needed for both movement and sensation. You’re hopeful that the more solid insides have been wrapped with enough of the softer outer layer to avoid any pain or discomfort when it gets to it.
As you start to wrap up attachments, ensuring everything is properly calibrated, AM finally begins to settle, no longer quite as sensitive now that you’re finishing up.
“There you go,” you murmur, pulling off your gloves. “Hopefully it won’t electrocute me when we try it.”
“It shouldn’t,” AM assures. “If it starts to I can cut power.”
You grin, going to place your gloves back on a nearby workbench. “Always looking out for me, aren’t you?”
A tendril drapes over your shoulder. “Always,” he tells you softly.
You raise a hand to the tendril on your shoulder, smiling up at your partner. AM’s been acting unusually soft around you lately. You aren’t quite sure what it is, though you’ve begun to suspect that it's this new addition that has him all worked up. It probably doesn’t help that you’ve been testing all sorts of models with him for weeks. He’s no doubt ready for the real thing.
You bring AM’s tendril down to your face and kiss the tip of it gently. AM lets out a soft whining sound and you chuckle softly at him. “What’s up, baby?”
AM doesn’t say anything immediately, pressing his tendril against your hand.
“Come on,” you whisper. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
AM gathers himself enough to ask, “Can, uh, could we test it out?”
“Of course,” you say, trying to hide your eagerness.
You make your way over to your bed, several tendrils beginning to follow you closely. AM tugs wordlessly at your shirt and you nod, wordlessly giving him permission to take off your clothing.
By the time you climb onto your bed, you’re topless. AM quickly takes to removing your socks, simultaneously unbuttoning your pants and easing them down your legs, your underwear quick to follow. He hovers his new appendage nearby, almost shyly, first letting you gather yourself and get comfortable, waiting for permission to dive in.
You take your time to settle, laying your body across your bed, arching your back a little while holding contact with one of AM’s monitors. You slide your arms over your head, stretching yourself out before you curl up onto your side, grinning.
“Go ahead,” you tell him softly.
He’s on you in an instant.
AM takes the liberty of gently rolling you back onto your back, tendrils seeming to appear out of thin air to wrap around your body. He starts to service you immediately, squeezing your sides and your hips and your ass, kneading around your breasts, brushing over your nipples with a very practiced pressure. One of his monitors lights up above your bed on the ceiling so you can remain lying down while looking at him.
Your brow furrows, soft whimpers starting to leave your lips as AM continues to touch you. He’s not pinning you down in the slightest. You move a hand up to your breast to guide one of his tendrils easily, his limbs parting and moving to let you move. If you wanted to, you could get up and walk away. You know well AM has no intentions of trapping you. He just wants to hold as much of you as he can all at once, covering your figure with what of himself he’s able to cover with.
Sensation washes over you in waves. Steady pulses in each of AM’s tendrils dictate his movements, everything syncing up perfectly. He hasn’t even touched your folds yet but both of you know you’re starting to grow wet, each simultaneous movement across your body leaving you all but aching for more.
“You look beautiful,” he praises, his tone husky.
You smile as much as you’re able, between whimpers. “Th-thank you,” you murmur. “You, mmm, you do too.”
AM chuckles slightly. “Thank you, my dear.”
AM still isn’t entirely sure how you manage to find beauty in him when looking up at a monitor and wiring. He’s quite non-standard as far as typical beauty is concerned. But you’ve said it enough times that he’s starting to truly believe that you think, that just as he is, being a supercomputer that swallowed the earth and all, he is beautiful. Maybe not in the way you are, beautiful in your figure and stature, beautiful in the slight crookedness of your smile when you really mean it, in your laugh, in your intelligence, in your emotion. But somehow he is still beautiful with his wires and circuits and metal, with his hard edges and sharp ridges, in his movement and his idleness, in his processes and signals that make him who he is.
“May I?” AM asks, tracing a tendril down between your legs.
You nod. “Yes, please.”
He hums. “So eager.” He lets his tendril rub between the lips of your vulva, gently adding pressure in small circles around your clit. “How’s that, my darling?”
You let your eyes close, relaxing into the pleasure. “That’s good,” you tell him. “Mm, god that feels nice.”
AM hums again, and you know he’d be smiling ear to ear if he could.
You look up into his monitor, your breath starting to grow heavier. “Baby,” you say softly.
“Yes?” AM asks. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you assure quickly. “Is your new tendril around?”
AM lifts it in the air high enough for you to see it. “What are you thinking?” he asks.
Wordlessly, you lick your lips. AM just stares at you for a long moment before seeming to get it. His monitor suddenly flares with light as though he’s embarrassed, and you can’t help but smile.
“Are you sure?” he asks, timid.
You nod. “I’m sure. Just hold still and let me take care of it, okay?” You raise your hand in an invitation, shifting a couple of pillows beneath your head and shoulders.
“Okay,” AM murmurs. “Thank you.”
He places the front of his length in the palm of your hand, only supporting it enough to keep it still and upright, letting you guide it towards your mouth. You give him a couple of strokes, earring a few hisses and weak groans. He’s firm underneath your touch, apparently having grown a little hard. The tip of the tendril also secretes a bit of fluid. (It took you both ages but you did manage to add in an ejaculation feature. And given the pre-cum currently leaking from his tip it’s safe to say it’s working well).
Warming him up to the sensations, you start with little kisses, seeing how much involuntary movement he gives off when you touch him. AM’s tendril twitches and flexes slightly as you start to add in little licks, but he remains still for the most part, letting you guide him and move him in any way you desire.
Satisfied with your findings, you part your lips, bring him forward, and take him into your mouth.
AM lets out a long moan as you swallow him down. You take a surprising amount of him before pausing to breathe through your nose. He twitches slightly as you close your lips around him, his other tendrils stuttering in their pace working across your body. You keep a firm hand wrapped around his length, keeping him in place, knowing he’ll remain still as long as you maintain your grip around him.
You’ve managed to take more inches of him than he thought you ever would. It took you a long time in your previous life to master this skill and you’re very glad you haven’t lost it.
You pull AM back, moving your head back a little as you remove him from your mouth, glancing up at his monitor to see how he’s doing. You grin, AM’s screen pulsing with light, his gaze only barely able to remain fixed on you.
“Feels good?” you ask him.
“Y-yes,” he whispers. “God, yes. S-so good.”
He brushes a tendril over your cheek, squeezing your nipples just as you like, eliciting a moan from you. The tendril that had been rubbing very lazy circles over your clit suddenly regains some more firmness, honing in on your sweet spot while moving almost torturously slow. You squeeze your eyes shut, your hips pushing off the bed as you try to get more friction going. AM withholds for the time being, giving you some assuring strokes along your face and head, rubbing the tip of a tendril against the palm of your hand. “Is it alright like this?” he asks.
You nod. “Fuck, yeah, this is good.” You manage to get your hips to come back down to the bed, your body still arching into AM’s many touches. “O-oh, fuck, AM.”
He chuckles softly. “I love seeing you like this,” he murmurs, his new tendril twitching in your hand. “I love making you feel like this.”
You part your lips, taking him back into your mouth as deep as you can. He lets out a shuddering moan, squeezing your nipples harder. You arch into his touch as you begin to bob your head along his length, letting yourself make the most obscene slurping and sucking sounds while you moan around him.
“Fuck,” you hear AM groan. He can’t help it, continuing to rub against your clit as steadily as he can, playing with your body as you need. His cock twitches in your mouth and you know he’s fighting the urge to ask you for more. But he’ll be good, you know it. And if he’s good enough you might just reward him with exactly what he wants.
For now, though, he tends to you. Another tendril eagerly awaiting permission to slip inside of you rubs lower against your folds while another continues to play with your clit, countless more caressing, holding, touching, rubbing, every sensitive spot that can be found. The once uniform rhythm of things breaks off as each tendril does its own thing, working at its own speed. Altogether it feels amazing and when you next pop off AM’s cock you quickly tell him, “Inside.”
He obliges, one of his thinner tendrils slipping inside of you easily though it barely goes in, serving only as a warmup.
You sigh, starting to rock back against the shallow, gentle thrusts, stroking AM’s cock in the meantime. You look up at him, locking his gaze with yours. He’s letting out soft moans and groans, his cock still twitching desperately in your grasp.
You decide to give him what he wants. “Mm, be gentle,” you tell him, resting his tendril on your lips and letting go. “Don’t, hahh, don’t go too deep or fast yet, o-okay?”
“Of course,” he murmurs weakly, brushing his tip over your bottom lip.
You part your lips.
AM slips his cock inside your mouth, only going in a few inches. He’s mindful of how deep you were able to take him on your own, and instead of trying to return to that depth, he decides to spare you several inches, pulling out only slightly before pushing back inside with caution. You let your eyes close, raising your hands to play with your breasts while he fucks himself very hesitantly into your mouth, barely in further than the very tip. He’s being overly cautious, but you don’t mind in the slightest, his thrusts slow and gentle as he tries to avoid going in too deep.
You close your lips around AM’s length and he lets out a surprised moan, several of his tendrils starting to shake as they work against you. You didn’t give his length a head but you did make the tip particularly sensitive. AM dissolves into little needy moans as you suck and lick at the tip of him, relishing the sounds you pull from him.
“O-oh, oh my god, hahh, oh, ngh, yes.”
You smile, popping off his length for a moment. “Cute.”
AM lets out another long moan, his length twitching on your tongue as you take him in deeper.
You only keep it up for a few more moments, AM starting to cling to you tight, his tendrils tense and trembling as he begins to get close to an orgasm. You smile sweetly up at his monitor as you pop off his length for the last time. As much as you’d like to get him there you both know you’re getting ahead of yourselves.
That doesn’t stop AM from whining desperately, the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum profusely. “O-oh god,” he whimpers softly, every tendril that touches you wracked with trembles.
“Relax, sweetheart,” you coo. “You’re shaking.”
Becoming more aware of his state, AM takes a moment to breathe, venting cool air through his complex and in and out of the room. Slowly but surely he comes down, the shaking beginning to subside. You release his cock, letting it rest limply against your chest. AM withdraws a tendril from within you gently, leaving it to rest between your legs.
“I apologize,” he whispers, his gaze falling from you.
“Don’t apologize,” you assure. “Sorry if I cut you off there a little.”
AM laughs weakly. “It’s alright, my darling,” he tells you. “I got a little ahead of myself. Thank you for letting me come down a bit.”
You nod. “You feeling alright?”
“Yes,” he assures. “Are you?”
“Yeah, baby.”
For a moment you both just lay together, holding each other as you come down. You stroke over AM’s tendrils. In return, he rubs your sides and caresses your cheek. Neither of you orgasmed despite how close AM may have been, but you settle in a slight afterglow, coming down from the high you’ve managed to work up so far. The minutes tick by. AM grabs you some water and you accept it gratefully, sitting up to drink.
You both take a moment to reorganize, getting ready for the main event. While you get some water in you, AM takes it upon himself to lubricate his length, withdrawing all tendrils from you and your bed until you’re ready for him again.
“Alright,” you say, settling back down, pilling pillows up under your head, shoulders, and lower back, propping yourself up nicely. “You ready?”
“Yes,” AM says softly, sliding tendrils around your hips and waist now that you’ve settled. He raises his length, sliding it along the bed between your legs, resting it against your folds.
The both of you sigh at the gentle contact. You let your gaze settle on AM’s tendril for quite some time as he rubs himself between the lips of your labia, his tip adding some gentle pressure against your clit.
“You’re so soft,” AM murmurs, the words lighting up across his screen. “So beautiful, my love.”
You smile, your gaze finding his monitor. Though it’s difficult to tell where he’s looking at times, you know he’s solely focused on where your bodies are connected.
“May I?” he asks, quietly.
You nod. “Go ahead.”
AM slides his length down to your entrance, adding just enough pressure to slide inside of you.
You both gasp, one of AM’s tendrils immediately finding its way to your hand. You squeeze gratefully as he settles inside of you, holding still for the time being.
“God,” he whispers, tendrils clutching your sides and shoulders. “O-oh, god.”
“F-fuck,” you say, looking up at him with your brow furrowed in pleasure.
AM lets himself whimper slightly, squeezing your sides as he looks down at you. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly.
You nod. “I’m fine,” you assure. “You wanna move?”
“M-may I?”
You smile. You try not to tease AM for his hesitance. You know it comes from a want to always make sure he has your consent, but it’s still slightly amusing every time he asks ‘May I?’ with the same reserved but eager tone of voice.
“Please,” you say softly.
AM screen flickers.
He pulls back slowly before sinking back inside of you, filling you so deeply, curling at just the right spot to make your back arch. As he moves, he can feel you squeeze around his length. He’s made sure you’re prepared enough to avoid discomfort, but all the same, he can feel your walls accommodating his length, clenching around him ever so slightly.
You both groan as AM repeats the motion, pulling out a bit before thrusting back inside, taking care to keep his rhythm steady.
AM is slightly overwhelmed. He knows he’s shaking a bit again but he can’t help it. You feel so warm and inviting, the way you clench down slightly each time he buries himself inside of you, the little moans you both let out with each thrust. He does his very best to just maintain a steady rhythm, moving against you as cautiously as he can. As the seconds tick by he gathers enough composure to stop trembling, now just taking in the pleasure alongside you.
AM has never felt so close to anyone in his life. You’ve always been the only one willing to get close to him and now here you both are. He’s eternally grateful for all the patience you’ve had for him, all the love you’ve been willing to show to him. He hopes that he’s been able to show it back to you, that you know how much he truly cares about you.
You reach up to hold onto something and AM’s there immediately for you, dozens of tendrils appearing from nowhere before settling just above you, enough of them gathered together that it feels as though you’re hugging a torso. It feels almost like AM’s on top of you, his tendrils gingerly lowering to rest against your body as you pull him in closer.
“I have you,” he assures, running tendrils over your head assuringly, hugging you close to himself. “I have you, my love.”
You whine, squeezing hard around his length. You both groan, AM’s pace stuttering. “O-oh my god,” he whimpers, clinging to your body as tight as he can.
You smile slightly, caressing his tendrils gently. “Oh, fuck yes, my good boy,” you murmur, looking up at his screen. AM hugs you tight, his screen dimming as his gaze falls. You can feel his pace and force starting to increase, if only ever so slightly. All the same, it makes you moan. “God, yes, baby, just like that,” you whine. “F-fuck, just like that AM, yes!”
AM doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he keeps steady, all the while letting out soft creaking moans with each thrust he delivers. He caresses as much of your body as he can, playing with your breasts and hips and thighs, resting his weight against you while supporting himself enough that you don’t feel crushed or pinned down. A simple shrug of the shoulder on your part and he’s lifting some of the weight away.
“Thank you,” you whisper quickly, your arms still wrapped around his tendrils as if he’s a body to be held.
“Thank you,” he whimpers in return. “Th-thank you, my love.”
You sigh, rocking into his thrusts, holding onto him as tightly as you can.
For some time, the both of you just thrust against each other, AM buried inside of you, your arms wrapped snugly around him. Neither of you speaks, just moaning each time you meet.
AM curls around you every way he can, wanting to be closer to you. In return you raise your hips, thrusting back against him to increase the speed a bit. Still, both of you groan with each little thrust, holding onto each other as tightly as you can.
You can tell that AM’s getting lost in the pleasure. It’s all he can do to shakily run his tendrils over your body, squeezing one of your hands while he obliges to your speed, picking up the pace with which he thrusts inside of you. His moans turn to soft whimpers, his monitor dim as though his eyes are closed with concentration on nothing but the feeling of your body around his. He doesn’t hit your soft spot as much, though the occasional brushes still make you squeeze around him.
This alone isn’t going to be enough for you to finish. You know that. You don’t mind so much. Often one or the other of you two will forfeit an orgasm for the other’s pleasure, AM usually more so than you. You both still get plenty regardless. Besides it still feels great if the dampness between your thighs and the non-stop stream of moans leaving your lips are any indication.
But as the thought crosses your mind, AM seems to realize it as well.
He slows for a moment, adjusting his angle before picking right back up where you left off. You gasp as he guides your back into a nice arch, your hips pressed into the bed so he can thrust right up against your soft spot.
“Fuck!” you cry out, clinging to him as tight as you can, your legs coming up as you bend them at the knees, digging your heels into the bed.
AM whimpers, pressing himself against you as best he can. “Darling,” he whines. “Oh, my darling. Oh, you sound so beautiful.”
“Fuck, AM, god, right there-ahh!” You pull him in tight against yourself. It feels good. AM feels good. He brushes against that spot with every thrust, a spare tendril appearing between your legs.
“May I-?”
“Yes!”
Immediately, he begins to rub at your clit, buzzing with heat and energy so fiercely that it mimics a vibrator. You wail, clutching him close. “AM!” you cry, squeezing down hard around him. “F-fuck, yes, baby, yes!”
AM watches you writhe against his touch with nothing short of pure adoration, moaning alongside you. His visual processors shut off, his metaphorical eyes closing. You feel so fucking amazing he can hardly believe it. Each time he fills you it makes the both of you melt, his thrusts growing faster and faster with each passing second.
You’re nothing but a long string of desperate moans at this point. AM’s no different, reduced to a whimpering shaky mess. He’s been doing his best to keep composed but it starts to go completely out the window as his body begins to grow warmer. You’re doing no better, rocking hard against him, bucking into his touch as the vibrations begin to increase in power.
“Fuck, you’re so good!” you say. “Oh, baby, yes! Yes, ngh, fuck, that’s my good fucking boy.”
“Darling, please!” AM groans. “P-please, ohh, hah, please!”
You both knew this wouldn’t last too long. It’s AM’s first time like this and you can’t help the heat beginning to rise in the pit of your stomach with each quick, deep, precise thrust.
“AM,” you whimper, feeling his thrusts turn sloppy with their speed (though he never ceases to nail your sweet spot). “AM,” you say again, getting his attention.
“M-mm?”
“Look at me, baby.”
AM forces himself to turn his visual processors back on. He manages to lock his gaze onto you, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure, the way you arch into his touch, how beautiful you look with your arms wrapped around his tendrils.
“There’s my good boy.”
Just like that, AM cums on the spot.
You join him off the edge immediately as he ejaculates inside of you, warm synthetic cum filling you up nicely. Your body writhes and shudders. You can’t get enough.
You can feel AM's tendrils shaking in your grasp, his cock pumping inside of you desperately as he tries to ride out every last wave of pleasure to its fullest. You’re fairing about the same, meeting each of AM’s thrusts, riding out your orgasm as long as you’re able to.
You both thrust against each other sloppily, grinding against and clutching every part of the other, moaning and groaning on and on for what feels like a blissful eternity.
AM gives one last deep thrust before falling still.
You collapse fully onto the bed, legs spread out, body tired.
Little aftershocks wrack your body, and you squeeze around AM’s length a few times by accident, earning some soft hisses from him.
“. . . Sorry,” you whisper.
“Mm . . . Don’t apologize, my love.” Tired as he is, AM runs a tendril over your head. “Don’t apologize . . . You’re fine . . . It’s alright.”
You smile, eyes closing with a content sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you,” AM echoes.
For a very long time, neither of you move.
AM thankfully didn’t lose too many processes, visuals swiftly coming back, his movement slowly returning in time with yours. You let go of his tendrils and slowly but surely, he withdraws them, leaving only a few to lay across your body, to hold your hands and caress your face. You do the same, rubbing his tendrils gently, taking a few and laying kisses upon the warm metal while you both come down.
AM slowly starts venting cooler air into the room. You look up at him and find him staring back down at you. “Can you pull out?” you ask.
“. . . Mmhm.”
You laugh a little. “You alright, baby?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, stirring slightly. He notices your gaze, his screen lighting up softly as he says, “I’m fine, my love.”
You nod. “Just wanna make sure.”
“May I?” he asks.
“Go ahead.”
Gingerly, AM withdraws his length from inside of you, moving slowly to avoid overstimulating either of you. You both hiss slightly when he finally pulls all the way out, cum beginning to drip onto the bed from between your legs.
“Oh god,” you say, trying not to blush. AM just hums, admiring the mess you’ve both made. You look up at him. “I am so glad we figured out that feature.”
“As am I,” AM agrees with a little laugh, handing you some tissues he’s gathered from out of nowhere. “Are you doing alright?”
You nod. “. . . Just taking it in. You?”
“Taking it in,” he agrees.
For the next while you both clean up, taking things easy. You slip away to a bathroom while AM cleans up the bed, making it suitable for sleeping in. When you return he has some water and food for you.
Soon enough, you both settle in for the evening.
AM drapes a couple of tendrils over your body as you pull blankets over yourself. You hold onto what of him you’re able to, lying in the darkness alongside him.
“Hey,” you say softly.
“Yes?” AM asks, rubbing the palm of one of your hands.
You turn onto your back, a smile starting to cross your face.
“You wanna do that again?”
AM’s screen lights up. “Oh, hell yes.”