“The car stopped when it hit an old oak tree head on. Cindy died instantly, she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and had her feet up on the dashboard. Her body folded in half and she snapped her neck when it acted like a fulcrum sending her into the windshield.”

  Alina looked horrified.

  I nodded, “Not good, I still feel it deeply sometimes, even after a year. I on the other hand was merely slowly dying. My legs were numb, and I’m fairly sure I was paralyzed from the waist down for a time. The steering wheel had also crushed my chest and I had a severe concussion as well as broken bones and internal bleeding.

  “My life flashed before my eyes as they say, and I was disgusted by it as I hovered near death. A lot of things were going through my mind in those moments, but I wished I’d been smarter and I’d done more with my life. I was also devastated by Cindy’s death. It took me a while for my instincts to decide I was dying, and I quickened at that point. I’ll spare you the horrible details. Not a typical quickening, the only idiot threatening my life was me.”

  She shivered and hugged herself tighter, “What did they do to you?”

  I replied, “It was ruled an accident, and negligent manslaughter. I was fined, and I have mandatory community service time, but I’d have been doing this sort of thing,” I waved at the room, “Anyway.”

  I paused for a long moment, “So, your mother was a…” I paused significantly to read her body language, “A supportive person, who raised you with love and understanding. Maybe a little strict, but she never touched you or abused you, and neither did her boyfriend. It was an accident, destroying your home, and you’re absolutely terrified you’ll go to jail for life for murder if we find out. You’re also drowning in guilt.”

  She started to shake, and her eyes widened.

  I said kindly, “What happened, Alina. You’ll never control your power or yourself, if you don’t face it, and you won’t go to jail for life. No more than I did. The first moments of power are almost always violent, and it was an accident, wasn’t it?”

  It was more than a little heavy handed, but her power to create destructive storms needed to be controlled. We couldn’t wait for her to face it. Although, if she balked now then we wouldn’t have a choice but to keep her in cuffs for ten years of therapy the normal way.

  She shook her head, “I love storms, always have. I’ve also been fascinated with storm chasers for as long as I could remember, no doubt that’s why I got the power I did. My friends went down to Cancun for a week during summer break. My mother and I had been fighting about it for around four days by then, she didn’t want me to go, and I couldn’t afford to go on my own. The last thing I said to her was I hated her.

  “I was in my room fuming and texting with friends and checking Facebook. It was… so stupid. I was pacing, angry, and not paying attention with my nose in my cell phone. I tripped. That’s it. I tripped, in my own room,” she looked disbelieving that such a thing could happen, “When I fell my right leg went flying up, I’m not even sure what I tripped over. I fell backwards to the side and my head slammed into the corner of my desk.”

  She shivered and her crossed arms tightened as her shoulders dipped further.

  “The pain in my head was everything, and I was angrier than I was worried at first. Until I realized my body wouldn’t move, at all. I couldn’t feel anything below my neck. My head was pulsing and throbbing, and at the time I wasn’t positive, but it was bleeding. I found out later, when I was brought here and took a shower.

  “The panic kicked in as my vision dimmed. I was terrified, I was also angry as hell. Not only wasn’t I in Cancun, but I was about to die in my own room. The irony of it, dying in my own bedroom, when my mother was afraid that I’d be harmed on vacation. I was enraged at the circumstance, and I blamed my mother for all of it.”

  She looked at me with unshed tears and deep anguish in her eyes.

  “That’s when I quickened, my body healed, and that stupid selfish anger was let loose in a storm. It absolutely destroyed the house around me, but it didn’t touch me at all. I was just floating there in midair when my bedroom floor was ripped out from under me, and I killed my own mother. I didn’t mean to, but at the same time I didn’t try to stop the storm. I fed it my rage, my fear and shock, and there was something horrifyingly freeing in it.”

  She looked directly into my eyes, “I didn’t even think of her at all when it was happening. It was a cathartic release of selfish anger. Until I looked around me, and the spot the living room where my mother and her boyfriend had been no longer existed. All that was left was the foundation and pipes. I panicked then but it was too late, then the local hero team took me down. I didn’t really fight them though, I just couldn’t stop the storm.”

  That hung there for a long time, while she looked ashamed, afraid, and almost hopeful that I’d punish her at the same time in her guilt.

  “You’re going to have to learn to live with that. You need to let it out, or you’ll never control your power, and you’ll hurt someone else. I’m sorry you had to go through that, but life does go on.”

  I was sure most of those words were empty to her in that moment, cliché and borderline offensive, but in time she’d come to accept it. The important thing was she needed to release that angst, guilt, and anger all bound up in her, and then she’d learn control.

  She shook her head, “I deserve to go to jail.”

  I replied, “That’s not for you to decide. It was a tragedy, and an accident.”

  She shuddered and sobbed, her tears finally falling. I hated seeing it, but it was what she needed to gain control over her power. She had a long road to recovery and forgiving herself for what happened, but with that that release and the natural grieving process starting she shouldn’t have trouble with her power anymore.

  I stayed with her for a bit, and we chatted a little longer. It felt a little like leaving devastation in my wake, I’d made her face it and break down, but when it came to powers that kind of thing was necessary sometimes.

  “Master.”

  “Thea, you look lovely.”

  I was working on the ship later that same day early afternoon. Thea’s physical body was taking care of my home and labs per her duties. But the new Thea creation energy construct that powered and ran my ship had created a hologram for interaction that looked much like her physical body. She was lush, gorgeous, and with a hint of mischievousness due to her pixyish beauty around the face.

  I also imagined it would make her feel less alone, although she was also the human body version of her as well, and felt, sensed, and experienced everything that body did. Point being, I could make intimate eye contact and form a connection to a hologram. Where I couldn’t, if she’d just been using the ship’s speakers to talk to me.

  Regardless, she looked fantastic in a red women’s skirt suit and light blue blouse that was unbuttoned enough to show me about three quarters of her vastly bountiful and creamy double D cup cleavage.

  She smiled, “Thank you, master.”

  The data for the ship drive teleporter told me the problem almost right away, and I was a bit surprised my sexy and genius A.I. assistant hadn’t figured it out. The phase slip displacement was a little too close to the slight phase displacement of her creation energy matrix, which was also the same slight displacement of the meta-energy she gave off. Surrounding the ship in a meta-energy teleportation field of the same phase of the teleport itself would destroy the ship, so the safety systems had disabled the system.

  I modified the phase displacement for teleportation, and the system came up and showed green. It’d now be possible to move the ship to earth instantaneously, or anywhere else within five light years for that matter, which was the range of the meta-energy active scanners.

  “How’d you miss that?”

  She blushed, “Maybe I just wanted an excuse for you to join me on the ship.”

  I chuckled, because her dissembling, even as she was flirting, was new.

  “Seriously.”

  She winked, “Access error on the disabled system, I fixed it now that I have access to it again. If it goes offline again, I’ll be able to repair it.”

  “I probably won’t be here very often, now that the ship is working. Were you really missing me?”

  She nodded, “But only because you weren’t around my avatar all morning either. I am content, master. Just… I have these extra wants and desires for myself that I need to integrate and find balance for. You can’t always be with me, here or at our home.”

  I tilted my head, there wasn’t much I could about that, and it was a normal response in a being with desires of their own. I had after all, missed my sweet Thea while away from her as well. Still, she was right, and I thought it was cute she was being clingy with me. Ironically perhaps, that clinginess was born from the fact she was now more independent and had deeper and more complicated desires and ambitions of her own.

  I didn’t believe it’d be a problem and she’d handle it.

  The comm system was a little trickier, but smartest man on the planet or not, I wasn’t perfect. One of the modules had burned out on power up. I took a little time to tighten the specifications for that module and I sent the new design to be fabricated. She could swap out it with a bot and initialize the system when it was ready.

  Chapter Four

  The incredibly tight and hot wet friction along my cock blew my mind, as I pounded my Thea mercilessly from behind with her bent over the couch.

  I’d returned home a little keyed up from Thea’s flirting on the ship, and I had missed her a great deal. Anyway, when I’d teleported into the living room and seen her wearing a sinfully sheer red dress that hugged her body and left nothing to the imagination, I’d twisted her about without a word and pushed her over the arm of the couch.

  There was no doubt in my mind she was hoping for something like this, and that she’d been the one to seduce me. Her coy flirting aboard ship and her sexy red diaphanous lingerie that let me see all of her body under it was the indirect evidence. The direct evidence she wanted to be taken was just how soaking wet she was for me, as if she’d been waiting for me to get home and ravish her with needy lust and anticipation in her heart.

  It’d been a long time since I’d lost myself in lust. There was nothing loving or affectionate in our coupling, as I slammed home into the paradise of her curvaceously lush body again and again. It was wild, untamed, animalistic, and her wild cries of pleasure and sweet gasps and pants drove me to take her harder, spank her with authority, and give her exactly what she wanted.

  “Fuck, baby. This is what you wanted right, to be fucked, used, and filled with my cum.”

  She gasped, rippled, and convulsed powerfully around my driving cock, then keened in pleasure as she lost herself in the ecstasies of the flesh. Her sex came undone wildly around me, and she squeezed and pushed back against me wantonly. It was only when she recovered from her intense orgasm that had me both mesmerized and thrilled that she replied in a breathy and shamelessly sultry voice.

  “Yes, master. I’ve been wet all morning, fantasizing and hoping for this moment. Fuck me harder, use my tight pussy, it belongs to you master. All my body, my pleasure, and my love are yours. Fuck! Yes, master. Oh gods, Jon! Yes… yes, fuck YES!” she screamed in ecstasy as she went over again under my fierce and harsh pounding.

  Her words drove me crazy, not to mention the tone of her voice, or how much she loved to be used by me. The pleasure of her sinful body on my cock and my eyes had a lot to do with it as well, I loved the way her juicy bubbled ass shook violently for a split second each time I drove home into her wildly milking and cumming paradise.

  “Baby!” I warned and exhorted.

  She whimpered, “Yes, master. Give it to me, your cum, I need it. I need it in me, warming me.”

  That was it for me, so damned hot, so beautiful, so sexy.

  I grunted hard as the pleasure took my body by storm, and my mind splintered in heavenly bliss. It was almost transcendent, the potent feelings, pleasure, and in that last moment a deep surge of affection that thundered through me.

  When I came down, I caressed her lower back and ass softly. The wild and uninhibited lust that had driven me to take her so harshly with abandon had drained along with the stress of the day. Warm affection and more than a little awe in my sweet naughty Thea took its place. I gently pulled out, gathered her against me and then carried her to the couch.

  My right arm cradled her back with her in my lap, and I played with her stunningly beautiful light brown hair and the small of her back. While my left hand caressed her face softly as I stared into her stunned and joyfully satiated eyes. Her vulnerability in that moment, and the look of devotion and limitless adoration in her eyes pointed my way potently evoked a deep need to protect her, cherish her, and take care of her.

  “My sweet Thea, you are a miracle.”

  She blushed, and somehow looked even more adoring, though I’m not sure how that was possible. Her soft lips brushed mine, as her body melted against me in perfect trust and surrender.

  “You were wonderful, master. It was exactly what I wanted.”

  Smartest man on earth or not, it was only in that moment after almost twenty-four hours and dumping my load into her womb for the fifth time that a thought occurred.

  “Um, baby. Just how human is this body.”

  She giggled, “Everything but the meta-energy construct, master.”

  I cleared my throat nervously, “So you can, I mean, we never talked about…”

  She smiled a bit teasingly, but then calmed my worry, “I can’t get pregnant, master. You’ll need to find a human mate for that.”

  I froze, and then held her close.

  She let out a delighted sigh into my neck, and she gave my sensitive neck a warm lingering kiss while teasing my hair and the back of my neck with her fingernails. It felt amazing, and I felt so close to her in that moment.

  “Worried?”

  That I’d pumped several loads into her unprotected pussy without a thought?

  I scoffed, “Me, not at all.”

  She giggled, “Liar.”

  “Umm, human mate, what about you?”

  She leaned back far enough to look in my eyes, as she bit her bottom lip.

  “I want to be loved and cherished by you master, and I can’t tell you how thrilling it is to already see their shadow in your eyes. The affection and protective possessiveness there makes me feel… sexy, and wanted.”

  “You are sexy and wanted.”

  Her lips twitched into a short grin, and her following wide smile was warm.

  “I’d love to be your only companion, master. But I can’t be that selfish. I want to be your love, your stress relief, and I also want to explore my own sexuality and pleasure with you. I really like it when you took charge of me and took it without asking, almost as much as I would’ve if you’d ordered me to bend over the couch.”

  My cock may have twitched against her ass. I also took note of that, next time I’d use orders instead of manhandling.

  She giggled, “Point being, I can’t be everything that way to you master. I want you to love me, possess me, and care for me, but I can’t… I won’t be the reason and enabling excuse for you hide from the rest of the world. Our relationship can be rich and deep, loving, yet I’m not human. You deserve to find a human woman, start a family. Maybe more than one. My hope is you’ll find a woman that can share you with me, and you, me with her. I don’t want to give this up.”

  I wanted to deny it, and tell her she was enough, but I knew it was just the truth. She was precious to me already, and far more than a simple object of lust or a willing and wild receptacle to relieve my stress. But she was also right. We could have a close relationship, but it wouldn’t be the same as a healthy and natural give and take with a human woman, nor could she be a mother and start a family. I was assuming she’d prevented that somehow when she created the body. Perhaps she’d simply left out the eggs.

  I could love her, and she could enhance my family both with shallow pleasure and deep emotion and even service, but she couldn’t be everything. It’d also be far too easy to fall into that, to love and enjoy her and hide from the rest of the world, but it’d be a mistake. I also suspected it would eventually fail, when she couldn’t be those other things for me too.

  But, as a third in a polyamory triangle, she wouldn’t have to be all I needed, and what she was would be more than enough to enrich us all.

  “More than one? I can’t even get one to put up with me for more than a week. And that was before they’d have to accept that I was in a physical and emotional relationship with my A.I. and wanted them to join in a triad of sorts. I imagine I’d get slapped a lot and called a pervert besides.”

  She giggled, “Well. Your friends on team titan are all part of polyamory families, so it’s not impossible. Two of the three include their A.I.s, Rose and Angel. Except Faith, who’s single. You should totally ask her out by the way.”

  “Too much at once.”

  They could be called friends I supposed, but really only acquaintances, it wasn’t like they hung out with me after buying my mad scientist products. They were friendly enough though.

  “Faith is lovely, and I have to admit her warm vivaciousness of personality warmed me as well.”

  Point being, there was definitely interest there.

  She nodded, “She likes you, and I’m almost sure she wanted you to ask her out. That pause, after she told you that you were great in that admiring and warmly sensual tone, was both a signal and an opening.”

  I frowned, “I saw that too, and her attraction, but I misread that kind of thing all the time and was afraid I was doing so again. Still, what makes you think she’d do anything but call me a pig and slap me for how I feel about you and what we get up to now?”

  Hell, I knew better, and even I felt like a pervert at times starting a relationship with my A.I. Not that she wasn’t worth it, and an amazing feminine being worthy of my love if it grew that far, but because of my position of authority and the fact she used to have no choice. Now that she did have a choice, and it was true healthy selfishness and desire on her part too, it changed things. But that impression was still there, I wasn’t quite used to it yet. In my defense, it’d only been about nine hours since she’d woken me up and seduced the hell out of me.