"Now," she said, and her vagina convulsed, clasping him tightly.
Havoc did not even need to thrust. He immediately spewed into her, one urgent jet after another. She took it all in, and he felt her answering climax.
She lay there a while, letting him enjoy it. He still held her breasts, which were monuments of fine art. Her firm buttocks flexed against his groin, kneading the base of his embedded member. She had little ways he had not encountered before, and he liked them. "Delight," he murmured in her ear.
"Joy to please you, Havoc."
Then she sat up, remaining connected, lifted herself slightly, and made another half turn, completing the circuit.
She lay face down upon him, never having released his penis. She set his hands on her bottom. "Pleasure."
"Agreement!"
"Now you can do me any time, any way, or require me to do it with any other man or woman. I am your mistress, subservient to your will." Her vagina stroked him internally. He was spent for the moment, but this was very nice. Yet also unusual, taken as a whole.
"Question."
"Explanation: I wanted to be in control, this first time with you. In a style you have not experienced before, original with me. With you knowing my inanimate nature. Before giving up my sexual freedom. I know you will not abuse me, but still I needed this reassurance."
"This is an emotional thing?" He still was not quite satisfied that she was truly conscious or feeling.
"Affirmation. My feelings are as real as yours. Merely stemming from a manufactured system rather than a grown one. You have your joys and your hurts from life experience. I have mine, from crafted experience."
He changed the subject without letting go of her supremely evocative derriere. "Question: can you see the future?"
"The far future, imperfectly. One month hence, approximately."
"Not precisely?"
"Affirmation. The future is malleable, and certainty is virtually impossible. I see only percentages."
He found her posterior similarly malleable. "What percentage chance that you will be my mistress that month hence?"
"Eighty five percent, if I seduced you this night. I have done so, and you will desire more of me, so I may have secured my future with you. There are options that could have drastically reduced its likelihood."
"Question?" His finger explored her anus, poking in a slight distance. It felt completely normal.
"If I killed Ennui, my chances with you would drop to five percent."
"Zero percent!" he snapped with a flash of anger. "She is my oath friend, the one I trust most of any I have not bedded."
"And you love her, in your fashion," she agreed. "If I did it, you might suffer a memory lapse, or your staff might conceal it from you for some time, fearing your reaction. So zero is unlikely. Certainty is difficult at either extreme."
She was right. "Appreciation for the clarification," he said. "Do not harm those I value."
"It was a mere example. I will do nothing you do not wish, and anything you do wish."
"Except tell the machines to go away and leave us alone."
"I can't direct them, Havoc. But they will do that if Voila joins them."
"Voila said I should take you as my second mistress because that raises our chances against the machines, even though you are an enemy machine."
"Havoc, I am not your enemy. I love you."
In his flash of irritation he had forgotten her rear. His hands resumed exploration. His member, within her throughout, was expanding. "Why should the machines craft you to be so?"
"Because I am a nexus. A vital connection. One of the channels through which the future of this issue is to be settled. The side that prevents me from pursuing my mission, loses. The machines are not accustomed to losing."
"Question." His finger could feel his hardening penis through the membrane separating her anus from her vagina.
In this anatomy, too, she seemed completely normal.
"I can't explain it, Havoc. The paths are grotesquely tangled, and no one knows how they will unravel. But I must be with you."
This intrigued him almost as much as her marvelous bottom. "You are that important?"
"It seems I am. The machines do nothing without sufficient reason. I represent a significant investment on their part." She wriggled, externally and internally. "Are you going to stop teasing me and do it?"
He laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."
"I am not supposed to ask, merely answer."
"Do you actually desire sex with me, or is it simply the requirement for raising your percentage?"
"They are synonymous. I desire sex with you, and I desire the highest future percentage so as to be assured of always having sex with you. I am designed to be your mistress; it is my fulfillment."
It was a fair answer. "Then ask."
Her vagina quivered with eagerness, and her anus clenched on his finger. Her breasts pressed hotly into his chest. "Please."
"Granted." He bucked and spouted again, and she met him with equivalent energy, her channel coursing with her own climax.
"Gratitude!" she gasped, kissing him desperately.
So she was a machine. She was sentient and sapient and feeling. She would do.
When they subsided, they cleaned up and dressed. Then Havoc took Shee to Ennui's office. "Take time with this creature," he told his oath friend. "Get to know her well, and tell me your impression."
Ennui took it in stride. "That may take time."
"Take the time. Maybe take her to Earth. Consider it a vacation."
She shook her head, bemused. "Never a dull moment, with Havoc," she remarked to the planet in general.
Havoc kept a tight rein on his thoughts, because what was in his mind was explosive in its potential. He nodded to the two women and walked out of the office.
Chapter 6 Voila
Red delivered Fifth to Voila in what seemed to be the usual way: she had phenomenal sex with him, then faded out, and he discovered he was alone in another chamber. It was morning, and a young woman was emerging from the shower. Her bare wet body was slighter than Red's in every dimension, yet more appealing for his taste though she was not really lean. She was just less evocatively endowed.
She spied him immediately, and evinced no surprise. "Greeting, Fifth," she said. "We shall travel, but first we are required to start our affair." She joined him on the bed.
"Voila," he said belatedly. "I—I am a normal man, and Red just exhausted me in that respect. It is no affront to you."
She looked into his face. Her brown eyes seemed to become huge. "None taken," she said.
Suddenly his member swelled almost painfully. He put his hands on her shoulders, steered her down onto her back on the bed, mounted her, and jammed urgently in. Three pulses. Then his ardor faded as suddenly as it had come, and he got off her, spent.
"Shower and dress," she said, getting up.
Just like that, they had done it. He realized as he showered that she had simply evoked his response magically, and forced his performance. She had wanted to get it out of the way efficiently, and had done so. He had had little pleasure in it, despite the power of the procedure. He was not much pleased. This would hardly be a fair test of his love for Flame.
And realized that Voila desired him no more than he desired her. She was simply obliging her sister. That diminished his annoyance.
However, her power made him nervous. He knew she was by far the strongest Glamor ever to appear, and there were stories that she was human only in body, not in nature. Their recent act of sex seemed to confirm that.
He found clothing that fit him laid out on the bed. He dressed.
Voila reappeared. "Sit," she said, indicating a table with chairs. "We must talk."