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“Yes,” she told him.
Slowly, so slowly, he began to move inside her, pulling out and easing back in, sending waves of pleasure over her until she wanted to scream with need.
“So good,” he murmured in her ear. “You feel so good, Olivia.”
His praise sang in her veins and the tension pulled her tight.
“Please,” she moaned, not sure what she was asking for.
Then he eased his big hand between them and traced soft circles around the part of her that needed his touch the most.
She tilted her hips, frantic for more.
Stark massaged her with his thumb and drove into her again.
The pleasure flung her up, up, until she felt weightless and then pulled her down into wave after wave of ecstasy.
Stark roared out his own climax as he filled her with his seed, as if her rapture had triggered his.
When he collapsed on her chest, holding her close, she was thinking only of Stark - his big, warm body, the gruff exterior that hid his kind heart.
He didn’t let go of her and neither of them said a word. They only clung to each other as if they had survived a shipwreck and been washed up on a beach together.
It was only as she was drifting off to sleep that she remembered to hope that his seed had awakened fertile ground inside her.
9
OBERON
Oberon assigned tasks to seven of his strongest core processors and took a long-awaited moment to step back assess his systems across the board for the day.
There was a time when the AI had enough core units to spare, and could take the time to evaluate broad-level functions as often as he felt was necessary.
In his estimation, his most important task was always to observe his subjects and analyze whether they were likely to conceive, shifting parameters as necessary to facilitate success. But he had grown even more fascinated by trying to determine what else might transpire between them.
Of course, all that was before the new security system.
Oberon ran the entire Midsummer Fertility Center - from the tiniest nuts and bolts of the heating and respiration tracks to the management of staff schedules and benefits, to the simulations that amazed and entranced the subjects, and everything in between.
It was an onerous task, but one that Oberon had designed for himself, around his own extensive capabilities.
If he were a biological creature, he might have described the feeling he got from running the Center smoothly asprideorjoy.
But now, the Center had added hundreds of moving security drones to his list of responsibilities. Each drone had to be continuously hidden from the sight of the subjects in the Center, its content monitored and interpreted, and hourly text reports submitted to biological guards outside the perimeter, who never felt that the reports were sufficiently detailed or came frequently enough to prevent calamity.
Oberon knew it was useless to remind them that although he was high functioning, he wasnota biological creature andnotcapable of interpreting every biological situation the drones observed.
His regular cameras had biological staff to monitor them. And each of the staff’s reactions to what they observed provided a tiny lesson to Oberon in species behavior and preferences.
His primary function was to stimulate successful conceptions. And of course he knew that keeping the subjects safe was extremely important.
But he was only one entity, and though his resources were jaw-dropping compared to most systems, they were also finite.
In the last few days, the drones and guards had suffered clusters of false alarms. Each one requiredOberon to divert attention and resources toward problem-solving.
Oberon tried not to waste his processors on calculating worst-case scenarios unless they were part of his protocol, or part of an eminent emergency.
But a low-level buzz in his drives told him that even the energy he spent trying to prevent himself from running scenarios was keeping him from functioning as efficiently as possible.
