More Than a Man
She crossed the sales floor, avoiding the seamsdroid's
ocular lenses as if she were embarrassed. Interesting.
    "Aya," she whispered, casting a covert glance
toward the construct. "What are you doing?"
    Oh. She didn't like this situation at all.
Even more fascinating, a discomfited Noelle pushed him from
half-erect to painfully-hard. Casually, he unfastened the trousers.
Noelle's eyes widened before her lashes swept down, obscuring her
eyes and redirecting her attention to his hands. A deep breath
lifted her breasts.
    "Deity," she whispered. Louder,
"We're...you..."
    Aya lowered the zipper.
    Noelle swallowed. She waved to indicate the
shop. " Public. "
    "I need clothes," he reasoned. "Manporium
only provides one set. Do you want me to leave without anything?
We'd have to start over again another day and we've already been
here half the afternoon."
    She cast a glance at the street outside the
boutique display window. A pair of policemen buzzed past, slow on
their hovercycles because of the foot traffic congestion. Noelle
moistened her lips. "Public indecency is a criminal offense."
    He hooked his thumbs in the waist. Noelle
looked from the window to his groin and worried her bottom lip, her
eyes so expressively indecisive. Aya didn't need VioletFang tech to
read her mind, to know she was remembering and weighing
possibilities. She'd writhed beneath him, begged for immediacy, and
he'd bet his Free-Walk License that right then, she was deciding
she could have his cock without a fight—his cock in her mouth, in
her slick pussy. Calculating, planning, cause-and-effect
evaluating.
    While she watched, Aya stroked himself
through the trousers, tracing the ridge of his erection with his
middle finger. Even though he didn't need the VioletFang, he
suddenly wished he had it. Did she conclude he wouldn't make her
squirm and beg, wouldn't play the power games she loved/hated? Did
she think he'd have to be quick?
    Deciding not to disabuse her of the notion
too soon, he reached for her and tugged at her wrist. "Come with
me."
    Noelle shuddered. Beneath his fingertips, her
pulse skipped and sped. Aya ducked his head and spoke in her ear.
"Yeah. Come with me."
    "Deity," she breathed. "This is dangerous.
You could be recycled—”
    Aya aborted her paranoid protests by licking
into her mouth. She moaned, softened, and allowed him to pull her
from the sales floor and into a tight, small square of a room. He
backed her up against the mirrored wall and fumbled to lock the
door without breaking contact with her lips. Noelle kissed like a
starving creature, greedy and taking. She'd suck him with the same
hunger, but not yet. He wanted answers and he wouldn't get them if
he silenced her with his cock.
    Pinning her with his mouth, he quickly
divested himself of his shirt and shucked the trousers carelessly,
pricking himself with pins in the process. One of the pins caught
Noelle's palm as she reached greedily for his ass. She jumped and
jerked her head back, a soft thump against the mirror, gasping,
"Ow!"
    Her lips said "Ow" but her nipples beaded
against him, prominent through her sweater. On a hunch, Aya nipped
the tender flesh beneath her jaw. Noelle jolted a second time. Her
hips swiveled, pushed toward him. Suddenly, spanking her lacked
imagination. Before he consciously puzzled through the change in
plans, his skin prickled and pressure rippled down his stomach and
surged beneath his shirt. Black limbs spun from his body, twined
around her wrists and stretched her arms wide.
    "Aya!"
    "Shh." He widened her stance with his feet
and settled against her sex. "We're going to play a game and your
hands are in the way."
    "A game?" She glanced sidelong at the
muscular binding wrapped around her left wrist.
    "Yes, a game." Aya narrowed his eyes,
carefully observing her response, relieved to detect wary curiosity
instead of revulsion. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she flexed
her hands and tested his hold. Ducking his head, he nuzzled the
underside of

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