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   "I do not understand the purpose of this…"

   Data's brow furrowed you finished tying the rope around the bed-frame. His warm golden eyes watched you with innocent curiosity.

   "These are for your own good. Wouldn't want you breaking anything," you purred as you stepped back to admire your work.

   The rope's intricate knots delicately adorned both Data's wrists. Gossamer threads of titanium woven through the fibers gave it a delicate shimmer. You had enlisted Lore's help and had searched far and wide to find a rope strong enough to hold Data.

   Under your scrutiny, Data shifted, suddenly appearing shy, uncertain. His pearlescent skin shimmered even in the low light. Kneeling between his legs, you lovingly traced his seams.

   "So beautiful…."

   Reaching for his balls, you cupped them with reverence, rolling them in the palm of your hand. You hummed with satisfaction when his now hardened cock responded by twitching, precum beading at the top. Leaning down, you flicked your tongue across the tip, drinking in the tiny drop of sweet nectar. Data's hips bucked and a small gasp fell from his lips.

   "You like that?"

   "Y…yes."

   Gone was the usually confident commander, and in his stead was this demure android…. yours to do with as you pleased. Despite his meekness, he still looked every bit a synthetic god. And you still had the need to continue to worship his body.

   Sliding your hands up his torso as you straddled him, your cunt hovering over his needy cock, you found the nearly invisible seam outlining his chest access panel. With the utmost care, you peeled it away to reveal delicate wires and lights that twinkled like stars.

   Reaching in, you found your target, a filament you knew led from his positronic net to his groin. With lustful intent you ran the tip of your finger torturously slow down the length of it. A slightly staticky sensation sent shivers up your spine. Data's head fell back as his mouth gaped, his half-closed eyes nearly hidden by long pale lashes.

   Following the filament down, you found a cluster of wires connected to what served as his prostate. Entangling your fingers in them, you moved them rhythmically, pulling the most beautiful sounds from Data's lips. His wrists twisted in an unavailing attempt to break free from his binds, his needy cock thrusting up, trying to meet your cunt. When you lifted up just out of reach, Data's eyes opened fully to meet yours with a pleading gaze.

   "I need…..I need…please !"

   "Please what?"

   Before he could answer, you tugged gently at some wires with your other hand while you played with his prostate. You watched as he writhed beneath you, keening.

   "Look at you, falling apart so beautifully for me. And what a lovely song you sing while I play your wires like an instrument. But you didn't answer my question, love. Please what?"

   "Please….I need…. I need to be inside you. Please, please. "

   Data's voice cracked with desperation, the normally stoic android like putty in your hands as he squirmed and begged. Teasingly, you lowered yourself just enough for your cunt to engulf the tip of his cock, your fingers finding more wires to play with. Whimpering, he tried again to thrust up.

   "My poor Data, so desperate for me. I suppose I will have mercy on you."

   A sigh of relief escaped his perfect lips as you sank down the length of him. Your hands worshiped his insides as you rode him slowly. His body trembled as his eyes rolled back, soft sounds of bliss spilling forth from him.

   When you gently pushed your hand through wires and struts to find his central pump, he gasped as you curled your fingers around it. You stilled for a moment to watch it pulse, currents of electricity flowing from it, caressing your flesh like a lover's kiss. You felt your pulse syncing with his. Holding his literal heart in the palm of your hand, you were struck by how freely he has given it to you, trusting you to treasure it….guard it.

   He whimpered when you moved again, this time picking up the pace. His hands twisting in his bonds when you caressed some wires while fucking him.

   "Look at me, Data. I want to see your eyes as you fall apart."

   Golden eyes peered through a veil of delicate white lashes, soft gasps and moans escaping his pursed lips. Unable to hold back, he rocked up into you, his cock twitching, crying out as loads of fluids spilled forth to wash your insides in a torrential flood. You followed soon after and with your body clenching around him, your orgasm was pulled from you.Collapsing against him, your hand still cradling his heart, you nuzzled his neck.

   "My beautiful Data…."

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Everything was perfect. Your quarters were regulation sparkling, soft lighting at 47% luminance, dinner on the table. Real dinner, even. A pot roast you cooked with your own two hands and all the fixings!

You turned in your kitten heels and enjoyed how the hem of your tangerine dress floated out from your body as you set Songs for Swingin’ Lovers! on the turntable before uncorking the wine and letting it breathe for just the right amount of time before you’d hear that fateful chime. All this set dressing primed you for the scene to come, and you worried your lip at the thought your excitement would give the game away too soon.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear the doors slide open, both fear and anticipation. You plaster on your best smile as you turn to greet the man of the house.

“Darling! Welcome home! How was your shift?” You moved effortlessly to relieve him of his PADD and kiss his cheek in practiced routine.

“Nothing notable to report, the survey of this system still proceeds apace. Though there are some candidates for further in-person study. I see you have been busy in my absence, however.” You catch the barest moment of surprise, but Data’s keen yellow stare seems to find no fault with your efforts. The slight sharpening of his features similarly told you he understood your aims. Nothing in this moment could make you happier knowing you were living up to his impeccable standards.

“Please! Take a seat, before dinner gets cold.” You pull out the chair at the ostensible head of the table and hold the bottle for his inspection. “The ‘38, Darling, like you asked.”

He nods, and you decant three fingers into the glass, taking care to leave nary a drop at the rim. You serve him, just like you are meant to, loading his plate with the right amounts of everything and a genteel smile.

Everything was going perfectly. At least, to you.

I look at you and suddenly
Something in your eyes I see
Soon begins bewitching me

The glass was halfway to his lips before he paused and turned his exacting eye on you.

“Is this the Baccarat?”

Your gut seizes. Legitimate fear.

“N-no, dear, I put out the LaLique.”

“Tell me, then, what I have done to earn such disrespect in my own home?” He moves to stand, and suddenly a few centimeters height difference feels like towering meters.

“I didn’t realize you wanted— I’ll get them right— please, Darling, I—”

“Not even the correct glass for a Pinot Noir.” It shatters on the wall behind him into sparkling glass confetti and a stain on the bulkhead. Data doesn't have to raise his voice for your blood to run cold.

“All I ask is for is a modicum of perfection and respect. I slave away all day at my post, for us, only to come back to a slovenly home and spouse that cannot tell the simple difference between a Pinot Noir and a Cabernet Sauvignon.”

“I’m sorry, please, I didn’t mean—!”

“You will be sorry, once I am through with you."

It's that old devil moon
That you stole from the skies
It's that old devil moon in your eyes

Something about the way his face hardened made you throb, even while he held you by the throat, pearls digging into the delicate flesh at your neck.

“At least a wife is good for one thing,” he muses darkly, before throwing you down to the table and hitching up your dress. Your head narrowly misses landing square in the mashed potatoes.

“No, please the nylons—!”

But he’s already ripped the seat out from them, holding you open with his thumbs. He gives a disapproving hum at what he finds, before a thick glob of biofluid spit starts to ooze down your quivering folds.

“Cannot even muster the decency to be ready for me. Remind me again, why I ever decided to marry such a defective wife.”

You’re already soaked from anticipation, but the twist of his knife makes your guts jump. One hand pinning your shoulders to the table, the scrape of his belt and the soft rustle of fabric herald his rod of discipline, throbbing and full. He runs the head through his own spit. Small mercies.

You and your glance
Make this romance too hot to handle
Stars in the night
Blazing their light can't hold a candle

Data’s thrust is precise and cruel, punching air from your lungs in a half-aborted keen, but it’s his ruthless pace that drives you into the table. You scrabble for purchase, but all hundred kilos of him came to bear against you.

“A wife will submit to her husband in all ways.” One of Data’s fists winds in your hair and pulls your head off the table by centimeters. “And she will be joyfully available to him.”

Fuck, if he wasn’t scrambling your insides right now in the best way you’d be playing along better. The table bites into your thighs as each claiming stroke buries his cock to the hilt. A slight cant to his hips sends his cock scraping down across that patch of you that makes you reflexively howl. The will to resist evaporates.

“Ah, that is right. I married a wanton whore, only good for one thing.”

Spearing into you with vengeance, he reinforces exactly where you belong in the hierarchy: beneath him. Taking every brunt of him with a smile and a “yes, sir!”

And you'd be lying to yourself if that’s not exactly where you wanted to be.

The resounding slap of bioplast to skin is frenzied, faster and faster and faster until he’s almost a blur, until he stops top dead center. Data’s fingers release your hair to dig down into you hips as he grunts. You count four hot pulses flooding your core before he pulls out and lets himself leak to the floor. A sharp smack to your ass jolts you from the delirious edge, followed by a yanking your hem back down over your claimed cunt. Pulling you by your hair yet again, he spins and sets you on your knees in front of him, gesturing to the gush of biofluid starting to sink into the low nap of the carpet.

“Clean up your mess, properly this time. Like a whore should.”

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You and your crewmates unrolled tarps and unpacked cooking supplies as the waning light streamed through the forest canopy. Starfleet-issue tents sprouted out of the ground like a fairy circle of fresh mushrooms. Fidgeting with a bag of soil you had collected, you wondered if you and Data could get away with setting your tent up further away from the others. Unfortunately, there was no practical reason to do so, and covering less ground for your campsite disturbed less of the alien forest you were working to study and protect. You would simply have to be quiet, or wait to fulfill your growing urges until after the week-long backpacking research trip.

Your eyes involuntarily wandered over to Data, who had crouched down to blow into a lit campfire. He’d taken off his uniform shirt, and his black undershirt hugged his sculpted frame. You had to steady yourself against the nearest tree as you watched his pearlescent biceps glisten in the firelight. Feeling your eyes on him, Data looked up at you from his position on his hands and knees. His eyes radiated such an intense hunger that you had to look away in order to avoid doing something indecent in front of the other researchers.

“Lieutenant” said Data, his stern but professional tone in stark contrast with the lightning-flashes of lust in his eyes. He rose to his feet and began to throw some chopped vegetables into a pot over the fire.

“Yes, Sir,” You stood a little straighter, trying your best to uphold Starfleet professionalism.

“I am preparing sustenance for the crew and require your feedback,” said Data, stirring the simmering pot.

You blinked, glancing around. Everyone else had finished setting up the tents, and were focused on sketching alien plants, gathering moss samples, and poring over maps. You knelt beside Data, registering the intense heat radiating from both the campfire, and from the android himself.

“You’re very warm. Are you OK… Commander?” You asked.

Data fixed you with that same gaze that had nearly paralyzed you from several meters away. You slumped onto a pile of folded fabric you realized was Data’s uniform top. Had he placed it there intentionally? “Field research suits you,” said Data, leaning forward, his voice lowering. One of his hands barely brushed your thigh. He breathed in deeply, “Witnessing the wonder in your eyes when surrounded by undiscovered flora is utterly mesmerizing."

Your breath hitched, fighting the overwhelming need this man instilled in you. If you two had been alone, by now you would be… No. You couldn’t afford to think like that.

Three centimeters. That was the exact distance between your lips and his. Your head tilted on instinct.

Data grabbed the back of your head and slipped a spoonful of soup into your mouth.

“Now swallow it,” he commanded as the bright, refreshing blend of herbs and spices hit your tongue. You obeyed without question. Data leaned in close enough for his lips to brush the shell of your ear. You weren’t quite sure if you imagined him whispering, “Very good,” under his breath.

You spent the rest of the evening to simply enjoy good soup and good conversation. That wasn’t exactly difficult. Data and Lore had both studied your preferences and cooked for you back when you needed to eat, and you could still appreciate their cooking now. Just the faintly-glowing lichens dangling from the tree branches all around you provided hours worth of fascinating conversation. It was, however, difficult to try and ignore the memory of Data’s hand cupping the back of your head earlier, or the way his golden eyes seared into you.

“I think I’m going to turn in a little early tonight,” you announced, slinking to your tent.

Data would probably entertain everyone a little while longer, so you had time to work your feelings out of your system before you acted on them in a way you'd regret later.

Tearing off your uniform, chilly night air brushed against your naked skin. You took a deep breath, relishing the cool cocktail of chemicals from soil bacteria and wet moss that filled your overheated lungs. The glowing lichen outside the thin membrane of the tent bathed your body in a faint violet light as you ran your hands down your bare chest. Just a little bit of relief, and you were sure you could control yourself during this trip.

Trying to tune out Data explaining the chemical reaction causing the lichen's glow to the rest of the crew a few meters away, you slid your fingers between your legs, holding back a gasp at how good even that slight amount of friction felt. Copious amounts of biofluid already covered your hand; you began to rub your fingers in small, slow circles around your clit. A tide of pleasure started to rise through your body from even that modest pace. You sighed, realizing how badly you’d needed this all day. The afterimage of Data’s ravenous stare burned itself into your brain, and you rubbed your clit faster, your abdominal muscles tightening.

A huff escaped your throat. This felt good, but thinking about Data while touching yourself wasn’t enough. You needed him to press you into your sleeping mat below, your legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth biting into your neck. It wasn’t enough to cum onto your fingers, you needed to cum around his cock.

You picked up the pace as the conversation nearby diffused into laughter, knowing you’d have to make do with just your hand. This was the only way you knew you’d stay quiet, the only way you could gain a semblance of control over the intense lust burning inside of you so you could stay professional and focus on this research trip, the only way you knew wouldn’t disrupt or inconvenience anyone. Your face contorted, the wave that had been building now receding before it could fully crest.

The sudden tearing of the tent’s zipper ripped you back to your senses. Everything left your mind except the sudden realization of just how vulnerable and exposed you were. How could you have forgotten that anyone could interrupt you with the simple tug of a zipper? You threw a blanket over your naked body in a mindless panic.

“Please do not delay your climax on my account,” said Data, “Or did you forget that I can hear how wet you are for me?”

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The blanket dropped to reveal your naked body to your husband. As the initial shock of being interrupted while pleasuring yourself faded, frustration started to simmer inside you. “Sorry Data, but I’m afraid that if I keep going while you’re here, I won’t be able to control myself.”

Data closed the distance between you two. You bit your lip as your breasts pressed against your husband’s shirt, breathing in the scent of soil and wood smoke.

“Why do you believe you must control yourself?” Data asked gently, pulling back to study your face. His eyes gleamed in the near-total darkness, giving the impression of a faint halo around his head. 

You looked away. “This research mission is really important. I’m afraid that if I mess it up, I could jeopardize this whole planet-wide conservation project.”

Data’s arms tightened around you. A couple of tears escaped your eyes, but the deep pressure of your husband’s embrace managed to slow your racing artificial heart. You stayed in the hug for several seconds, slowing your breathing to match Data’s like he’d taught you to do whenever you were anxious. 

After a moment, Data spoke in a soft voice next to your ear. “You were extraordinary today. This research station is quite fortunate to have your assistance. Nothing you do will negatively impact their project. Of that, I am certain,” Data wiped the tears from your cheeks.

You hugged him again, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders that you hadn’t realized you'd been bearing all day. “Thank you,” you said, planting a kiss on his neck.

A groan escaped Data’s lips in response, his whole body tensing. His hands slid down your back until they cupped your ass, and he pulled your hips toward him so you were straddling his waist. The ripples of pleasure returned as your pussy rubbed against his growing erection.

“Data,” you panted as you grinded against him, “I need this,” you pulled him into a deep kiss. Data groaned quietly into your mouth as your biofluid soaked through his pants.

He began removing his shirt. “You do,” he agreed, his whisper sharpening, “As do I,” he started trailing his kisses along your jawline. When his mouth reached your earlobe, the feeling of his tongue and teeth on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. You moaned involuntarily.

As soon as you heard the sound you’d made, you covered your mouth and scooted away from Data. You eyed the fabric separating you from the outside world, so thin that outlines of the plantlife around you carved silhouettes against the faint purple glow. “I don’t know if I can keep myself quiet. I don’t want to disturb any-”

Data flipped you onto your back, pinning you to the ground beneath his hips. Your own body betrayed you, arching into him to chase the stimulation you so desperately needed. Data’s lips collided into yours, his tongue diving into your mouth to stifle your gasps.

“You do not need to worry about keeping quiet or controlling yourself,” Data promised between kisses. His mouth descended to your breasts. One hand rolled a thumb over your nipple, while the other hand clamped over your mouth. “Allow me to take care of that for you.” His tongue moved across the other nipple in a languid swirling motion before flicking against it more rapidly. “Would you find that satisfactory?” 

You nodded, barely able to move your head beneath his hand. You rubbed yourself against his hardened dick, the friction about to push you over the edge.

Data removed his mouth and hands. “I must be able to ascertain your desire with utmost certainty.”

“Yes, Data,” you whispered, unable to keep the neediness out of your voice, “Please.” You rocked your hips against him again as you begged.

Data’s golden eyes rolled back as you grinded on his cock, static crackling into his words. “Please what? I require a precise verbal confirmation, my love,” he instructed.

You grinded against him harder, watching him struggle to keep his composure as you rubbed against his still-clothed cock. “Please… please take control of me, fuck me until I forget who and where I am.”

For a brief moment, Data removed himself from your embrace and field of view. When he returned, he knelt over you, the hazy violet glow from outside the tent barely illuminating his completely naked body. You marveled as the light shimmered over his pale bioplast, the interplay of shadows and the faint golden glow from his eyes against the deep purple radiating etheriality.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured.

His eyes travelled up and down your body, drinking in every detail as if he hadn’t seen you naked thousands of times before. “Divinity incarnate,” he sighed.

Without warning, the gentle admiration in Data’s eyes turned feral. His hand clamped over your mouth again. He began to kiss your inner thigh. You whimpered into his hand at the feeling of his mouth against your sensitive skin.

The tip of Data’s tongue brushed against your clit. After all the teasing and sexual frustration, even that slight amount of attention was enough to light up all your sensory processors. Your chest heaved as Data’s tongue flickered against your sensitive bundle of receptors.

He looked up at you as your pleasure started to peak, flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down. This was it. You were on the verge of collapse, completely at his mercy. As he began to suck on your clit, a scream of ecstacy simmered in your throat. You suppressed it to the best of your ability. It left your mouth as a soft squeak.

Data withdrew his mouth. The sudden lack of stimulation so close to your release brought tears to your eyes. You shot him a look of crazed indignation from beneath his hand.

Data removed his hand from your mouth, but still pinned your hips to the ground with his own.

He bent down to whisper in your ear, “What did I say about you needing to control yourself?”

“What- Data… Dataplease,” Was all you could reply.

“Very good,” Data purred. One of his hands grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Now I shall proceed to fuck you until you lose control of your cognitive and motor functions, and you do not need to worry about suppressing your reactions. Understood?”

A shaky breath escaped your mouth as Data began to slowly drag his fully-erect cock against your still-sensitive clit. Your mind reeled. “But what if-- ahh,” you panted as he picked up speed, “Un-- ohfuck-- Understood, Command—AH-”

Data clamped his remaining hand over your mouth. At the same time, he stuffed his cock all the way into your cunt in a single thrust. Data seemed to have read your mind. After all of that sexual frustration, teasing, and denial, you didn’t want him to be slow and gentle. You needed him to pound you into the moss and peat until you were one with the soil.

Data’s eyes rolled back as he stretched out your pliant walls, growling quietly through gritted teeth. He pulled all the way out of you, then rammed back inside with a force that jolted your senses. His hand swallowed the deep moan he’d pulled from you as his hips snapped up and down at a rhythmic pace. His thrusts were slow, but so deep and relentless that it felt like he’d tear you apart.

“Your capacity to take my cock is remarkable,” he panted in your ear, his staticky voice growing distorted with need. You stared into his eyes, realizing you weren’t the only one who’d been struggling to control themselves all day. 

You squeezed your pelvic floor muscles around his thick length and flicked your tongue against his palm to mirror the way he’d teased your clit earlier. Data let out a hiss of static and steam that may have been a whimper, drilling down into you more rapidly. A few strands of hair fell into his face.

The increased tightness heightened the rapid friction of Data's cock pounding your insides. You stared up at him as he continued to thrust against the spot where you needed it most, your vision starting to glitch until all you could see were two bright pinpoints of golden light searing into you. Blurry warnings popped up around your HUD. Even if you were able to pay attention to them now, the tightening coil of desire inside of you rendered them irrelevant.

Your walls continued to tighten around him, involuntarily this time. You groaned into Data's hand. He began to slow and deepen his thrusts again, allowing you to fully savor each movement. Indulgent tidal waves crashed into your body each time he sank into your heat.

Data's hand left your wrists. They lay above your head, motionless, your motor function seemingly disabled in the deluge of pleasure. His hand travelled down to your clit, rubbing it without changing his pace or depth. More pinpoints of light appeared above, the glow lichen seeming to burn hypnotic lavender fissures into the tent's fabric. That last bit of stimulation was all you needed.

You cried into Data's hand, your cunt clenching around his cock. What you could hear of your muffled moan was distorted and full of static like Data's voice had been. The lights around you faded until once again, you could see Data's golden eyes growing unfocused as his molten cum filled you.

The two of you leaned against each other, reeling from the intensity of the experience you'd just shared. Once you were able to move again, your hand found his, and you gave it a squeeze. Data squeezed it back, meeting your eyes. A wicked grin spread over your face. You began tracing your fingers over his chest. It wasn't like either of you needed to sleep.

"I think this is going to be an excellent research trip," you whispered.

"Undoubtedly," Data agreed, pulling you in for another kiss.

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“What you got there?”

Lore gazes up from his padd to see what is in your hand.

“Oh, just something for the weekend,” you reply airily, waving the mystery package and giving him a sly wink.

The tiniest trace of a frown crosses the surly android's features. Nevertheless you know that his curiosity is piqued.

Sure enough he puts down the padd, gets up from his seat and grabs the packet from you. He quickly examines it but is disappointed to find it contains 2 courgettes.

“What the actual fuck? Cucurbits?”

“Yes, one for Saturday and one for Sunday.”

“Huh?”

Now he's seriously confused, but you do not elaborate.

“Wait and see,” you reply evasively and placing the courgettes in the cool box next to the replicator, you leave for your duty shift.

***

Saturday evening soon arrives. You have said nothing more about the courgettes and Lore already assumes you plan to use them to cook some revolting Human concoction and he'll be coerced by you into some gross romantic dinner.

‘Well fuck that,’ he mutters inwardly.

The hours pass and when you do arrive back at your shared quarters, Lore notices that you appear animated and rather excited about something but to his relief no food is being prepared.

“You seem very upbeat,” he remarks casually.

You smile but say nothing and head for your bedroom.

When you reappear garbed in your best lacy lingerie, Lore is surprised to see you head for the cool box and take out one of the 8 inch long fruits, which you focus on in a curiously salacious manner.

Dimming the lights you slink over to Lore, tracing suggestive lines down his chest with the green cucurbit. He conjectures that you're creating the prelude to something horny but what exactly has him totally bamboozled.

“Lore…” you purr in your best seductive tone.

“Uh…yes?” His neural net is firing with a chaotic mix of confusion, irritation and base lust. He steps back, folding his arms across his chest, glancing suspiciously at the courgette.

“I hope you do not expect me to - “

You cut him off playfully, easily reading his thoughts.

“No I don't,” you reply with an enigmatic smirk.

And with that you arrange yourself elegantly on the couch, and proceed to peel off your lingerie. To Lore’s astonishment you lie back, legs apart and guide the courgette into your already slickened slit.

“What the actual fuck?” he exclaims.

His face is an absolute picture, and if it were possible you were sure he'd be flushed with stupified rage.

His voice lowers to a hiss, “I don't believe I'm seeing this. Cuckolded for a fucking cucumber?”

As you allow the courgette to slide further in, you smile at him coquettishishly. You are enjoying the experience and it clearly irks him, but you are equally pleased to note the telltale bulge straining against his tight black pants.

You don't succumb to his charms however. Instead you offer him a show of lustful self-indulgence, writhing wantonly and punctuating your display with contrived oohs and aahs.

Lore is so stunned that he remains rooted to the spot, eyes wide in silent disgust until you tumble over the edge, shuddering and clenching around the cucurbit with determined ardour.

Once you come down, you unsheath the now rather limp fruit with a slurp and a satisfied hum. Lore is still transfixed, refusing to believe what he sees. He is literally lost for words, something that is a first for him.

“Haha, I guess I've hammered this a bit, eh?” you remark with a lewd chuckle, tossing the ruined fruit into the recycling chute.

This is the trigger to snap Lore out of his fugue, he's seen enough of this nonsense and it's payback time. In a nanosecond he's upon you, pinning you to the couch. An apprehensive thrill shoots through you, relishing the danger and the promise of what will unfold.

Lore’s mouth bends into a maleficent grin.

“No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it - especially you,” he growls in a low, chilling tone. “So as punishment I'm gonna raw you until you can't move…”

And to your delight he makes good that promise. In fact when he finally decides he is done, after ignoring your countless pleas for respite, you are indeed left satiated but raw and exhausted. Nevertheless you're pleased with how well your first quirky little bedroom experiment has gone.

“It was worth the risk…” you sigh blissfully.

***

You wake up on Sunday morning feeling like a proverbial shuttle crash, your nether regions feel like they are on fire. You fix it with Data's medical tricorder and then get up. Cradling a mug of coffee, you search for Lore but he is nowhere to be seen. Data however is now off duty and eyeing the remaining vegetable in the cold box with intense curiosity.

“What do you intend to do with this?” He asks as you politely take it from him.

You already have a plan set firmly in your mind and you smile wickedly, "Would you like to find out?”

Data gives a bemused frown. “I am sorry I do not know what you mean?”

"Tut, tut, my sweet naive baby has a lot to learn," you reply guiefully, and taking his hand you lead him into the bedroom.

“Lie down please, on your front,” you order.

He does so obligingly.

Replicating some lube you scoot next to him and part his pert butt cheeks, slathering the lube over his tight hole.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a note of suspicion.

“Sshh Data. now just relax,” you reply soothingly.

You feel his body slacken at your gentle command. Carefully you insert the courgette, allowing him to adjust to its size comfortably.

He utters your name in a long drawn out moan as you slowly manipulate it within his supple channel.

You continue this while simultaneously lavishing his beautiful body with butterfly-soft kisses, and soon he is rutting shamelessly into the soft mattress like a cur on heat.

‘All for a courgette,’ you think blithely.

“Do you like this?” you inquire in a dusky whisper.

“Yes… I do find it extremely ...stimulating,” Data responds with sharp, staticky gasps.

Emboldened, you quicken the pace and he writhes wildly, making his vocal processor sound even more disjointed.

“Please,” he begs. “More!”

You comply, thoroughly enjoying him falling apart in front of you. You know he's close and it takes just a few more deft thrusts to send him into literal android bliss...

He lets out a resounding screech before collapsing in a spent heap, briefly going offline with the overload.

“What…was that?” He asks when he has regained some composure.

You show him the now slightly mushy remains of the courgette.

“Congratulations,” you remark smugly,

“For being successfully pegged by a cucurbit."

There is a beat of silence while he processes this.

“Hmm, most fascinating,” he answers finally, with hardly a change to his tone or deadpan expression.

And with that he is off to analyse the crap out of it.

“All part of becoming Human my love - another experience to cross off your list," you quip with an arch smile.

And draining your coffee mug you head for the sonic shower, leaving your husband to replay and analyse the events before filing them in his ever growing collection of oddball subroutines.

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“Of course, why buy the cow when you can have the milk for free, right? Idiots, couldn’t even begin to understand the benefit of having exclusive access to your favorite one.” Lore flicks the bell at your collar puckishly. “Our own Bessie,” he croons, hefting your breasts clad in a flimsy cow-print bikini, “and we don’t even need to get you pregnant to enjoy it.”

“Indeed.” A gentle hiss of the hypospray at your neck, and you let the cooling rush spread throughout your body as Data steps around to join his twin. “Though it took some experimentation to deduce the right ratio of prolactin and estrogen to facilitate rapid production.” Data lets the device clatter on the bedside table before turning back to Lore. “As well as a supporting dietary regiment. It is less demanding than pregnancy, but nonetheless still requires thorough preparation.”

“Five minutes right?” As if Lore didn’t listen to the work you’d put in for this.

“Roughly, depending on external factors.” Data’s exacting gaze turned to you, now. “You followed the prescribed regimen precisely, yes?”

“O-of course!” You bleat, “to the letter!” The stupid bell jangles as you snap upright, only furthering your blush.

“I would expect nothing less, particularly since this was your suggestion.”

“Yeah, the costume wasn’t, though,” you pout, crossing your arms sheepishly and looking in your peripheral to the ridiculous headband they made you wear, replete with floppy oval ears and nubby horns.

In the middle of your grousing, it hits you. Like the lurch of a rollercoaster dropping from that first hill, and a sudden rush of prickling tingles that runs from collarbone straight to your nipples. A heavy pressure starts to form under your chest and a strange sort of urgency follows, seeking relief. The cooling tingle of wetting fabric jolts your attention to leaking teats, and the onslaught of novel feelings cements you to the floor. Lore seizes on your confusion like any good predator.

“Hm, already soaking through our top are we? Must be nice and full already.”

Lore plucks the bow tying the scraps of fabric over your nipples and lets it hang impotently from the straps at your shoulders. Palming your swelling breast, he pinches firm nipples from underneath until a tell-tale trickle wets his fingers. His smirk widens. “Good thing Daddy’s hungry.”

He latches on, laving his tongue around your sensitive teat to scrape up every molecule of your gift before kneading and sucking at it as if he really was starving. The speed and ferocity knocks your consciousness about, but it’s his decadent groan of pleasure that weakens your knees. Like any skilled dancer, Lore maneuvers you to lie back to the bed to continue feasting on your bounty.

You crane your head up enough to see past your chest to see Data observing you like one of his xenobiology projects. A cool, unmoving stare, busy recording each of your sighs and squeals for some secret purpose. A stare only broken when an arc of milk jets though the air and leaves a dark ocher blot on his uniform top. Lore’s fingers tighten around your free nipple and adjust the angle minutely to hit his brother square in the face as he’s distracted looking at the seeping stain.

Lore tilts his head back towards him, rolling your leaking tit under his tongue as he speaks.

“Better get in here, brother, before I drink her dry.”

Data, looking all the less perturbed by Lore’s invitation, simply wipes his face with the back of his hand and samples your freshly-made cream. The only way you know he approved of your flavor was the way those saffron eyes become subsumed by endless black pupils.

“Indeed. Though it will not be my fault if you use up your side too quickly instead of savoring her.”

Data slides next to you with all the subtle power of a leopard, bending his head as if he were about to say grace over you before digging in. His tongue is just as fervent as Lore’s, however, lapping and suckling with an enthusiasm to taste this new part of you, catalog all of the proteins, sugars, and antibodies that your body would give. And when his golden lips finally capture your teat between them, you finally feel that last bit of relief you sought.

You grasp them both by the nape of their necks to ground yourself as you writhed. Two competing sets of amber eyes glow as they feed on you, supping from your holy grail. Perhaps it’s some primordial instinct, but you feel as though it’s your love given physical form and flowing into them. Organic sustaining the inorganic, a piece of you for them to keep and integrate into themselves.

You feel their rhythm start to synchronize. One pulling as the other releases; truly milking you like machines. Hands grope and squeeze in time to wring every last drop of precious ambrosia from you while their twins skate down your body in perfect coordination to pull aside your panties and see what other fluids you’ve made for them.

You can’t tell who is who anymore. One breaches your slick cunt with two easy fingers while the other rolls your clit in counter-clockwise circles at a pace just shy of preferred. Both pull and nip and nurse at you in a frenzy. Are they racing? It’s a fleeting thought, completely obliterated as they both latch hard and drink deeply from you.

It’s enough to kick you off the edge you’ve been circling and into glorious free fall. You seize and shudder pinned under their immovable bodies, arching further into greedy mouths that pull the last trickle of milk into synthetic taste receptors and nutrient extraction chambers. It’s not until your quivering finally ceases that they end their multi-pronged assault. Spent in all ways, you move to take off the silly headband and defunct bikini when Lore and Data both catch you by the wrist.

“Keep the ears on, Bessie. Did you think we’re through with you?”

“Dry cows need to be bred back into service, after all.”

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For humans, hunting wasn't a permitted practice external to simulations.

For androids, this was a different story.

Every footstep you took was punctuated by the thump of your heart against your chest, forcing the blood through your veins to coax you forward. To convince your weak, fear-riddled body to move just a little faster.

For all you knew, he could be right behind you, breathing down your neck instead of the air whipping past you as you ran. Or, perhaps, he was waiting at your destination, prepared to devour his meal as it scampered right into his open jaws.

Anything you could imagine became yet another uncertain outcome. He offered you nothing; no clues to predict your fate, no shadows cast by the light of the corridors at 0100 hours. A clever predator he was, yet where his cunning nature was normally beautiful, it had sharpened at the edges and turned on you, instead.

You dared a look behind you as you came to a stop, letting every breath rake through your being like a vicious reminder of your soon-to-come fate. There was no point in running if he wasn't running after you.

Would he stalk you gradually through every place you pranced? Was he at the other end of this corridor, slowly approaching you?

You needed to hide. That was what you needed. If he wasn't sprinting, he was merely out-thinking, trying to lure your exhausted body into a state of incapacity, and pounce upon you when it could no longer fight back.

Not that it mattered whether or not you were able to fight back.

Your safest choice was, almost certainly, the Jeffries Tubes. Out of the way, a maze of tunnels, plenty of places to escape. Or, rather, attempt to escape.

Lore was, after all, absolutely relentless.

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The unnerving darkness of the Jeffries Tubes contrasted much too sharply to the more enticing glow of the main corridors. However, it didn't seem like you had any other choice, as turning back meant almost certain demise.

You could not risk retracing your steps, or falling into a pattern that was too easy to predict. But the ship only had so much space and, eventually, you'd have to face his lustful gaze, and hope that he treated his victims kindly.

Every resounding scrape of your knees against the metal flooring had you wincing, slowing your movements in a desperate attempt to muffle it. Unfortunately, your apprehension was beginning to surpass the limit of that which was tolerable, and your movements became sloppy. More paranoid. Less controlled.

Though your body seemed to despise the idea of settling down, your brain became otherwise disengaged. The meditation of simply crawling endlessly through the veins of the ship felt much like the motion of circulation itself. As though your heartbeat seemed to control the way you flowed continuously through it, directed you down a winding route that you'd encounter again…and again…and again…

When you hit a dead end, you thought little of it, so enraptured by the hypnotic silence that your other senses were muted. You backtracked your journey, intent to restart the rhythm, enjoy its pleasant sound as you waited for—

You froze as something brushed against your foot, before suddenly the cool press of metal against your hands disappeared completely.

"My lovely little doe…"

Though he spoke slowly, his words falling from his lips like a sigh, the realisation of his presence crashed down upon you like the weight of water.

Then you were struggling, drowning in anxiety, trying to fight against a force that effortlessly maintained itself in the face of your despair.

His laugh reverberated through you, playing your body as an instrument for his pleasure. The threat of his teeth mirrored his pride as he parted his lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your quivering neck. Poison seeped through the pores of your skin as he bit down, relishing in the mark he knew would be borderline impossible for you to cover up. His claim upon you was now undeniable — he had captured his prey, and intended to ravish it.

"Did you really think you could escape me, my little mouse?" He hummed against your collarbone, clearly finding sick delight in the way it drew intense shivers from you.

"Did you even want to?"

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It was unlikely that any of the other patrons of Ten Forward - enlisted crew members, repair technicians, spouses, a panel of immunologists set to meet with Dr. Crusher, one visiting Bolian diplomat - would notice Lore's hand buried in Data's trousers. Unlikely, but not impossible. The two androids never really visited the lounge without you, so when they walked in Guinan had raised her eyebrows but returned to her work without comment. Sitting at a booth in the back, where the light was dim, the black wool of Lore's sleeve was obscured against the dark waist of Data's uniform. However, casting his eyes down to his lap Data observed that any accidental flash of pale bioplast was starkly visible.

Lore barely moved, holding Data lightly. He was drawing his fingertips up and down the underside of the younger android's length, as if memorizing the ridges and texture, some of it functional, some purely aesthetic. Data longed to be stroked firmly, but he was also experiencing a sensation that seemed analogous to what he'd heard described as 'hypervigilance.' He hadn't yet committed to letting himself get hard, but found that it kept threatening to happen anyway, and the result was that he was twitching in Lore's hand as he repeatedly overrode the function.

Lore's mouth bent in a lopsided smile. "So tense. You don't think I can be discreet?" The button of Data's trousers was already undone, and the zipper threatened to lower with each pass of Lore's hand.

"This activity is contrary to discretion."

"Hm. I guess there's always a risk I'll get a little carried away." Lore studied his twin's uncertain face. "So, you want me to stop, then? Just tell me to stop and I will." His hand stilled, innocent.

Data couldn't tell if this was a threat or a reassurance, but either way, he couldn't bring himself to object. With a twitch he opened the fluid line that kept him hard and receptive, keeping closed the line that would have provided his ejaculate. He sighed in relief at the warm rushing sensation that accompanied his erection, the increased flow of conductive fluid bathing the beds of sensory neurons there and leaving him deliciously sensitive. Lore circled his thumb over the tender glans as Data stiffened alluringly in his hand, but when the expected wetness didn't appear at the tip, he rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on," he said. "You really want me to jerk off your dry dick?" One of the new engineering crew squeezed past the booth and Lore nodded pleasantly in greeting as he spoke.

Data relented just enough to provide the needed lubrication. Satisfied, Lore spread the drops with his fingertips and began lightly pulling at Data's needy length, watching the vexation on his face with amusement.

"It would be prudent… to maintain a facade of conversation," Data managed.

"We're talking right now."

"I mean to say - a conversation of a less private nature."

"OK. Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?" Lore's hand moved a little faster, and Data found he was speechless. Lore's smile widened. Rendering Data speechless was one of his favorite activities. He let his hand fall still for a few agonizing moments, then gripped Data tighter again, giving him lush pulls that made Data's jaw drop, until finally slipping his hand lower to close around his taut balls. Data didn't gasp, but he did startle, eyes widening, at the exact moment that one of the servers appeared, asking them uncertainly if they wanted anything to drink. Lore was silent, leaving Data with the task of politely declining and turning him away while Lore tugged at him, eager.

The soft choking sound Data made as he came was drowned out by the chatter of patrons and the clinking of glassware. Lore wished it wasn't.

After his fists unclenched and a short defrag was executed, Data nodded briskly. "Four minutes and eleven seconds," he reported. "Impressive, but I believe I can surpass this benchmark." He was reaching into Lore's lap.

"Wait a minute," Lore objected. "All you said was that you didn't think I could get you off in Ten Forward without being noticed. And I did. You can't change the goalposts like that. And we never said anything about getting me off."

Data arched a brow and cocked his head, as if to say "Shall I desist?" His hand paused at the fly of Lore's trousers, hovering over the rapidly swelling bulge.

Lore's mouth twisted, but he shrugged and made no move to stop him. With a tiny nod, his expression mild, Data thumbed open the fastener.

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    " Is this necessary?"

   " Lore, you promised . Now hold still." 

   You chide Lore as you carefully apply the black eyeliner around his eyes. When you are done, you step back to survey Lore. He stands in the center of the room in a crop top that showed off his chiseled abdomen, and a micro skirt that was so short that his balls and the tip of his heavy cock showed. The eyeliner accented the yellow of his eyes, somehow adding to the intensity of his venomous glare. On his lips was a shade of lipstick, appropriately named "Beautiful Nightmare", for it was a purple so dark it bordered on black. Rounding out his ensemble was a pair of spiked heels.  

*Swoosh*

   Turning at the sound of the door, you grin when you see Data walk in. He stops in his tracks looking between Lore and the pole in the center of the room, before fixing a confused gaze upon you. You look at him with adoration as you approach him, hugging him.

   " Welcome home, Data. You're just in time for the show."

    " Inquiry - does this 'show' involve my brother and that pole?"

    You nod with unbridled enthusiasm, tugging at his hand, pulling him to the sofa.

    " Sure does! He's going to do a pole dance."

     " Hmm. Intriguing. Please proceed, brother, I am curious to see this ….show."

   " Now wait a damn minute, kitten. I'm not about to twirl around that pole with Data here. It's bad enough he sees me wearing this ridiculous outfit!"

   "What's wrong, Lore ? Are you afraid? Maybe this is too hard for you? Maybe Data would be happy to take your place. I bet he could work a pole better than you…of course then he'll get the reward, not you."

    Because Lore couldn't resist a challenge,you knew how to to play into his ego, turning it to your advantage. You slid your hand across Data's thigh to his crotch as you spoke. You started massaging it while keeping your eyes on Lore. Data gasped softly and you could feel him harden beneath your hand. Lore's mouth curled down in displeasure . 

  " I would happy to take your place, Lore."

    "No! " Lore interjected in a snippy tone

    Suddenly, an idea formed in your head. 

    " I have an even better idea. What if you both show me what you can do? The winner gets to do whatever he wants with my body ."

   The brothers eyed each other, sizing each other up, weighing wether or not they held a chance against the other. Turning to you , both wearing looks of confidence…though Lore's was full of arrogant self assuredness while Data's was more quiet…subtle. Lore spoke up, in a cocky voice.

    "Deal."

    While Data stripped down to his tank top and boxer briefs, Lore turned towards the pole. He looked back over his shoulder at you, his eyes burning with lustful promise. Seeing you squirm under his heated gaze, he smirked. With cat-like agility and grace, he jumped up, grabbing the pole with his strong arms. Hooking a leg around the pole, he released his hands and leaned back until he was hanging upside down.You felt a wave of desire wash over you when both his skirt and his cock flopped upside down. Though it seemed to you, that his cock was like a compass, pointing to his heart. His eyes met yours, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. 

   Looking at Data , he crooked a beckoning finger. Data pulled his tank top off as he joined Lore. As they twirled about the pole, you were struck by the beauty of their lithe, athletic bodies. Watching them, you could feel your arousal building. 

   After a few more moves, they both alighted from the pole, gracefully landing on their feet. Going to all fours they crawled towards you in a manner that reminded you of predators stalking prey. At your feet, they sat back on their haunches, Data's expression angelic and sweet, while Lore's was intense, his eyes flaming.

    " Choose," Lore growls.

    You got up from your spot and circle them. How could you choose who was better? Each brought their own flair. Lore was raw, sensual; while Data was graceful, beautiful. Stopping behind them, you trail your fingers down Data's back, delighting in seeing him quiver. You reach over to tug Lore's hair, pulling his head back. 

   " I choose ….. both."

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"Sit."

The acid of Lore's gaze burned deep into Data's, spitting wordless hatred and defiance. The younger android merely stared back at him, eyebrow slightly raised, as though silently daring him to disobey. To see what would happen if he did.

Lore was, undoubtedly, a master of control —one who delighted in teasing and manipulating and clawing out every inch of submission, until his victim was little more than a marionette, dancing along to his exuberant rhythm.

On the opposite side of this unyielding coin of command, however, Data was just as dignified, and just as capable of earning and maintaining his authority as Lore was at seizing it.

When the coin was flipped, it was only a matter of who decided to take the initiative, and coax the often absent submission from the other.

"Did you not understand the command, pet? Sit."

A moment of hesitation flickered through Lore's mind, as though the very recognition of Data's voice had become a bait that tempted him forward. And he held the rod with far too much stability and firmness for Lore to eagerly resist.

Unfortunately, beyond that pathetic urge to comply, to snatch up the tempting offer that Data held so very close to him, the potency of his ego seemed only to make him want to resist.

Instead, Lore stood firmly before him, eyes hardened into a glare of challenge.

Data's eyebrow lowered in understanding, nodding slowly as he turned towards his workstation.

"I see. Rather than a lack of comprehension, you are simply choosing not to follow the demand I have clearly stated."

"Bitch."

Despite his venomous tone, he watched with trepidation as Data opened the bottom drawer — the very place he preferred to keep his many tools for their kitten — rummaging through it in a way designed to keep Lore guessing, wondering which tool he would possibly use to convey his disapproval.

Lore wasn't going to let him win this one.

"Oh, Commander," He purred, taking slow, calculated steps towards the other android, "I'd argue this is simply down to your lack of expertise."

Data looked up at him, rising steadily from his bent position and fixing Lore with a hard, yet intrigued, stare.

"How do you mean?"

Condescension began to weave itself into Lore's tone, leaning against the desk and looking pityingly at his brother.

"Poor thing. And I thought you knew how to tame a pet, what with your supposed skillset in bringing our lovely little kitten to heel."

He fisted the front of Data's shirt and dragged him forward, expecting protest, but none came. Oh, everything was working so beautifully in his favour. How easy his brother was to play.

"Pets need collars. A leash. Training. How could you possibly expect something so feral to fall under your hand so easily. Hm?" He leaned closer, making sure his breath disturbed the neat placement of Data's hair as he did so. "Do I need to demonstrate?"

He waited for Data's response, who still appeared surprised by how quickly the tables had turned on him. His eyes were unfocused, considering, plotting his course of action in response to Lore's counter. A sly smile spread across the elder's face; he was to be victorious in this battle for dominance. It was only a matter of whether or not Data knew exactly who had their hands on the steering wheel.

Data snapped to focus, his eyebrows knitted together as he peered up at his brother. He stood up straight, pulling himself free from Lore's excited grip.

"No, brother. That is alright. I understand your suggestion, and I apologise for not providing you with the appropriate equipment beforehand."

Lore barely had time to frown as Data materialised a collar from the top compartment of his desk, and turned back to him.

"I have reason to believe that, now I have satisfied your needs, you will be a very good boy for me."

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Lore looked down at his twin, spread open for him on the Zibalian's opulent velvet chaise. Data's pale form was strikingly beautiful against the scarlet. He had allowed his hands to be arranged above his head, and for his long legs to be pushed back and draped over Lore's hips. He was the perfect picture of receptiveness.

Stripped to the waist and cock in his fist, Lore smirked when Kivas Fajo's eyes widened and followed the pearls of synthetic biofluid that slid over his knuckles and fell to Data's stomach.

When Lore entered him, the quiet moan this movement coaxed from Data's throat was echoed by a strangled sound from the trader. Lore glanced back at him with a mixture of smugness and disgust. He hadn't been particularly disturbed by the Zibalian's demand. In fact, after three days of captivity, his frustration and loathing at a crescendo, Lore embraced the opportunity to show off for the pitiful dunce, and for the two wretched security personnel posted nearby who didn't even try to conceal their bald curiosity. That was fine. He would demonstrate how pliantly, how gratefully his twin would take him. How sweetly he would moan. How he would arch up against his hips, asking him for every inch. Truthfully, Lore couldn't bring himself to deny Data anything, anyways. So he gave it to him, teasingly at first, then enthusiastically. Their captor watched Lore's cock disappearing and reappearing; only the two androids felt the deep warmth. He watched Lore delicately grasp his partner's length; only Lore got to feel the soft pulsing under his hand. Lore bent to scrape his teeth against Data's neck; the younger android sighed rapturously at his cheek. Their captor would never know that pleasure.

Lore was finding that he didn't have the urge to fight back outward displays of his own pleasure, like he usually did with his twin. In fact, he felt more inclined to flaunt it. It felt exquisite to be wrapped in Data's rangy limbs, to be welcomed inside him, so Lore let himself groan in satisfaction as he thrust harder. He found that he liked the sound of his own moans mingling with Data's, and he became aware that their breaths had synchronized, rapid and digital and entirely unhuman. He liked that too. Held captive in a room full of one-of-a-kind curiosities, Lore reveled in showing off the curiosity that no one could take or even borrow from him - the strange, indescribable bond between himself and his mirror image.

“Yes, lovely. Lovely." Kivas Fajo's voice cut through the reverie. "But my dear androids — let's introduce some variety. Uh, reverse roles, please. Yes, you heard me. You know that I get what I want around here.”  He flinched under Lore’s acidic gaze, but produced a disruptor from his belt and gestured in a circular motion with it, not meeting his eye.

Lore was irritated at this interruption in his performance, but didn't slow his pace. “An empty threat, you idiot, since you took so much trouble to bring us here.”

“Getting both of you here wasn't much harder than just one. But I’m not really committed to keeping both of you. After all, a single remaining Soong-type android is more in keeping with the theme of this collection. Pity, because I’m having so much fun with the two of you.”

Shit. At this, Lore's tempo faltered. Data's eyes flicked up to his fuming twin, a silent question. Seeing no way out, Lore drew away from him and sat back on his heels, his face hardening to conceal his rising fear.

Data nodded, stood briskly and circled behind him.

(Continued tomorrow)

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Rigid and motionless, Lore felt his twin kneel behind him on the chaise, wrapping one arm around his shoulder; his other hand maneuvered the splayed jumpsuit lower on Lore's hips, just enough to gain access. Lore's hand shot up to grip Data's wrist, agitated.

“I am sorry, Lore,” Data said quietly. “I do not wish to distress you.”

“Just don't…” Lore gritted his teeth. “...don't bend me over.”

“I will not. You have my word. Would you prefer to receive additional stimulation before we proceed?"

“Dammit. No. Just do it.” Lore's sexuality program, which he had defiantly halted, kept re-initializing, and despite his tension he was impossibly hard. Data had pressed close behind him, discreet, exposing him to no one else in the room as he nudged his thighs apart. Now Lore was the one trembling, relaxing at the feeling of Data's firm length pressed to him - then rubbing gently against his opening. Lore was able to halfway stifle his moan, but he knew Data had caught it. Data paused. “Would you prefer to control the rate and depth of penetration?”

Lore felt equally compelling urges to tear himself away and to push his hips back. Unable to decide if acceptance or defiance was the least humiliating, he opted for inscrutable stoicism, and shook his head. Data seemed to understand and slowly, cautiously pushed in the silken head, gently stretching Lore open and then sinking in.

Data's careful attention, his composed gentleness, threatened Lore’s own composure. Data rocked minutely against him, stroking against his insides at an easy tempo, and Lore could feel every detail of his twin inside him. He could feel the faint throb of Data's digital pulse, each textured ridge. He could feel the ways Data's anatomy differed from his own. How had he never noticed it before? Lore saw himself unfurling in his brother's perfectly calibrated grip and he could barely stand it. It was too perfectly Data, too intimate, too much like making l-

“Harder.” Lore spit the word out.

Data complied, but his gentle twin's seamless transition to firm pounding undid Lore even more. Now he was being taken. He was being pulled back against Data just as hard as the younger android was pushing into him. Lore's blinking algorithm terminated, and his senses narrowed to the quick motion of Data's hips behind him and the sound of each impact as he fucked him with industrial efficiency. It was exactly what he had asked for.

The Zibalian shifted in his seat, eyes wide.

Data's demeanor was shifting, too. Now he started to show Lore off, relenting his pace after a few moments and turning them both to face Kivas Fajo, and now angling his thrusts shallowly to press into a spot that made Lore experience a distinct drop in systemic hydraulic pressure. Lore heard himself groan deeply. Data lifted his hands from Lore's waist and dragged them softly down his chest; his fingertips caught lightly on Lore's nipples, and Lore squirmed and bit off a cry as his brother took both his wrists in his hands. Humiliation and rage were threatening to boil over in Lore's neural net, in contrast with his brother's perfect, infuriating equanimity.

“You are aroused.” Lore realized Data was not talking to him. “You are imagining taking him as I am. But you will not.” He was needling the Zibalian, taunting him.

A guffaw. “I don't need permission to fuck him. Or you. I could have either of you any time I wanted."

"I do not believe you have the nerve to try. It would be foolish of you to do so."

Kivas Fajo stood, and Lore opened his mouth to unleash a vicious tirade - against who, he wasn't sure - but was interrupted by Data's hand grasping his jaw. Data nipped at his throat appreciatively, a pretense — he was angling Lore's gaze with android precision, aiming it straight at the device on Fajo's hip.

Understanding dawned on Lore through the sensory overload. Meanwhile, Data’s motions slowed to a stop, and his hand slid down Lore’s stomach to wrap around his neglected erection. Three heady strokes and was Lore coming, vision blurring as his twin thoroughly wrung the orgasm from him. He heard his brother continuing to taunt the trader, and he tried to focus. Fajo was approaching, brandishing the disruptor absently in his right hand. Data squeezed Lore's left wrist, then released it.

Lore's attention was coalescing, and as he panted his anger was re-focusing with a new kind of vigor. Data had laid the trap with Lore as the bait, and was letting him spring it. Lore almost felt sorry for the Zibalian, who was about to discover what Lore had meant three days ago when he had snarled You're going to regret this.

The target of his ire was just a few steps away now, gaze fixed on Lore's softening length. He paused at the invisible boundary of the proximity field, hand hovering at the device on his hip, disruptor nearly forgotten. Doing his best mimicry of regret and reluctance, Data withdrew from Lore slowly, dragging out the exaggerated wet pop.

Fajo deactivated the field with a tiny click.

A sharp smile spread across Lore's face as he flexed his left hand.

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“Is it to your liking?” The appendage he holds in place of his familiar golden column certainly looks like it belongs to him, all pale bioplast accented in dusky ocher gold. But the inhuman whorls and ridges leading to the quadricuspid valve at the tip, those warranted an adjustment.

“It’s just, ah, wasn’t what I was picturing, that’s all,” you titter. But you can’t deny that the promises it held still intrigued you. You’ve seen plants and flora of all shapes and forms, but Xenobiology was your husband’s domain.

“It will still do everything we agreed upon, there will be no further surprises.” You’d swear he was blushing when he looks askance and adds, “Thank you, for indulging me in this.”

“You don’t ask for much, especially when it comes to sex. We do all sorts of new things on my account, why shouldn’t I repay the favor?” In truth, you are just as excited for the possibilities too. Nervous, but excited all the same.

“Lie back for me, and make yourself comfortable. I will ensure you are properly prepared to receive me.” True to his word, a gentle probing of long, slender fingers coaxes fresh slick to the fore, methodically sweeping your insides to test give and pliancy. It settles a comfortable simmering heat in you, enough to crave something more substantial to quench it.

“One moment, I will need to prime and lubricate the canal to avoid accidental embolism.” Data stands between your spread thighs, letting his hefty new cock lie over your pelvis to give you full view of the preparations. A pulse ripples from base to head, and you see each petal of the valve simultaneously bloom open to deposit a thick glob of shimmering fluid right at your belly button. Your gulp does not escape his notice.

“The carrier fluid will serve as a lubricant. It is simply a thickened formulation of my biofluid to account for the hydraulic force required to perform oviposition.”

Data swipes it from your skin and massages it into your pussy for insurance. Surprisingly, it’s already warm, tingling slightly on contact.

“I have also elected to supplement it with a mild local muscle relaxer and aphrodisiac to accommodate the extra mass.” He notches himself against you, but pushes no further. “One final assurance, are you ready to do this with me?”

Impassive to any other outside observer, you note the small changes in his face that read as positively eager to you. An extra glimmer to those saffron eyes, or maybe it’s the piqued brows that awaited your assent? Besides, it wasn’t like you weren’t curious yourself. Tamping down your unease, you nod, doing your best to look committed.

“Breathe for me,” he croons in that gentle baritone before pushing in. By the stars, if he’s not at least twice as thick now, parting your insides like the keel of a boat til he sits snug just before your cervix. How the hell was he going to have room for the eggs?

“Very good. You are handling this better than anticipated.” Data holds your thighs spread up and apart, giving himself the best possible view of your lips clinging to his shaft while he slowly rocks into you. Another pulse, not unlike his usual orgasm, and more of that thick, creeping warmth starts to light up your hips. Your quarters feel suddenly more stifling, like an oppressive localized humidity just cropped up over you.

“Computer, ambient temperature down three degrees,” he speaks to the room, then turns back to you. “These compounds will help relax your pelvic floor, but may make you feel overheated. That is expected behavior.”

What wasn’t expected was just how fast the feeling of want sunk into you. You pant and squirm under his hold, trying to force more of him inside to sate the ache starting to build, but he stays stubbornly reserved.

“H-harder, more, please!” You slur out, gripping the sheets below to keep from scratching his arms.

Your love gives you an inscrutable half-lidded look before his head gives a nigh imperceptible twitch to the side. “Already so eager for my brood?” A velvet grit suffuses his voice. No longer sweet, gentle Data, but someone haughty and patronizing. Like you are an insect to be studied, beneath him.

His pace increases, and you can feel your hole catch and widen as overlapping ridges prepare you for the final movement of this symphony.

“This organic vessel will suffice. Be thankful, there is no higher honor than to carry my clutch for lower species like yours.”

Between the sudden roleplay, being pounded full, and drip-fed hormones, you hang somewhere suspended between cognizance and raw primal need. Sweat rolls between the valley of your breasts, jostled as he fucks you open.

One deep stab, and he suddenly goes stock still. Glowing citrine eyes pan up the length of your body, held open with his hands pinning your slick thighs. Another rolling pulse travels down his cock and into you, followed by a slow moving wave of girth that threatens to pull your soul from your body. “The first of many, little broodmother.”

Each wave of eggs passing into you adds more and more of this weighty sensation, pushing and jostling and stretching you in the strangest, most pleasurable way. You lose count of how many times it cycles, but eventually all the facsimiles compete with space for his cock and force him further and further out. Your greedy cunt collapses around the final one as he slips out with a thick bridge of biofluid connecting you.

“Beautiful little broodmother, swollen and ripe for me.”

Oh fuck, you didn’t even notice how much your abdomen stretched to accommodate all of it.

“So warm and perfect for them.”

He palms your bulge to rub in gentle circles, and the feeling of the clutch rolling inside of you forces your head back with a warbling moan.

“But you are not full yet, little one.” Gently turning you on your side, Data runs a slick finger from your seeping cunt back around the rim of your quivering ass. “There is still more space to for my brood to grow.”

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“Oh come on, kitten, you had so much fun with Data's new toy. You don't want to try mine?”

Held out to you, that once familiar golden pillar pulses in his palm. Familiar, except for the fist-sized knot at the base that commands your attention. It’s seamlessly blended under his bioplast, with about five centimeters of shaft between his pelvis and the knot at his regular girth. A function that would eventually become clear to you.

“Afraid it won't fit? Oh, ye of little faith, you know I'll make it.” gripping your chin, Lore pulls you into another crushing kiss, all teeth and hunger, rutting his new addition between your legs. Your plush thighs part at his insistence and you can feel the heat slip along your folds until a little extra force pushes the throbbing knot to rest against your clit.

“You like that little pop don't you? Imagine what that'll feel like in your sweet cunt.”

Gods, he knew just what to say to unlock the floodgates within you.

You would bet your last Latinum slip he picked up the idea from Data’s recent experimentation and ran with one of the wilder features he could find. Part of you is glad he didn't opt for something more extreme, but then again, if this went well...

There was a whole galaxy’s worth of configurations you could try between them.

“Knees, now,” he barks, and you obey on instinct to fall almost face first to the bed and scramble up to all fours. You feel those thick fingers swipe through your flooded core before pushing in and testing your pliancy by pulling them up towards your ass. It’s preview of fullness enough to make you squirm.

“So eager already, Slut? Like being worked open knowing I’m just gonna fill you more?”

Your ass wriggles, part temptation, part autonomic response. Thumb swirling your sensitive pucker, he pinches his fingers together till it feels more like four in there instead of two.

“That’s my good girl!” A spank for good measure, before the bed dips behind you and you feel that blunt cockhead notch into you. “I’d never hear the end of it if I have to send you to sickbay for truly wrecking your pussy, so tonight I’m being generous and taking it slow.”

You give a delirious sigh as he pushes in, letting you feel each familiar millimeter sink into your tight heat. Right up until that thick knot rests widthwise across your slit, and your sigh transmutes to a nervous swallow.

“But that doesn’t mean I'll be taking it easy.” Hands holding each flare of your hip, your love starts to push into you with shallow thrusts. You focus on relaxing your pelvic floor to welcome your new invading conqueror as each insistent press widens your dripping hole fraction by fraction.

“You know what this fun new cock also does?” He purrs, leaning over your back and keeping a constant pressure against you. “Once I’m right on the edge, it'll swell even bigger, locking into you until that pussy is fully bred. You won't be able to leave till I’m done with you.”

Somewhere in the haze, you shivered in full recognition: Lore didn't empty his reservoirs easy or quickly. Your walls flutter around his excess girth, coaxing him deeper as the burning stretch widens around the apex. His fingers dig tighter to your hips, the steady press of his body to yours finally yielding a squelching pop! as your walls collapse around his knot.

“Trapped on my cock, you like that thought don’t you, my little mouse?” Lore hisses, equal parts venom and desire.

Some animal noise is ripped from your chest as he starts to steadily withdraw, an incredible sensation of pressure that then leaves you achingly empty.

“Already so loose for me… How much more I can ruin your perfect little hole?”

One hand pins your shoulders to the bed while the other parts your pert ass open by his thumb to watch the show. The knot presses against you again, but this time it slips into you with a thick sucking sound and far less resistance. The rumbling groan of his approval is met with one of your own as his heft settles snug once more.

“M-m… more…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, kitten. Gonna fuck you so open and full of me, you won't be able to think of anything else.”

Each cycle of his thrusting fills your quarters with obscene, sloppy cavitation to compete with your increasingly wanton bleating as the swollen thickness pushes and pulls you from the inside out. You would have never dreamed of it gliding so easily through you, but now you can’t get enough. The constant catch of the circumference against your pussy, that slight bit of resistance before it sucks down into the hungry maw of your desire, it makes you clench down over him reflexively. You need more, now.

“F-f-fuckfuckfuckfuck pleeeeeease!”

“How could I ever say no?” You can hear the daggers in his smile. Rough thrusts coupled with two frantic fingers circling your clit, and it’s all you can do to stay up on your knees for him. Soon you seize so tightly that he can’t even pull out. His weight crashes into you with one last savage press as he roars into your shoulder.

As your cunt quivers around him you feel a debilitating tremor as the knot swells against your vicegrip hold. The overwhelming stretch finally pushes you off that cliff into euphoria, and each fluttering pulse of your pleasure paints in stark relief the immovable object lodged deep inside you. it isn't until you feel a sudden warmth that you register the consequence of your actions.

You’re literally stuck together now until he releases whatever subroutine controls the swelling. And you can already feel the gushing torrents painting your cervix over and over starting to spurt out around him in time with his contractions. All 200 mL of biofluid pumping into you with nary an end in sight.

“Nnnf! Sit tight, kitten. Daddy won’t be done breeding you for a loooong time now.”

Woozy smile plastered to your face, there was no where else you’d rather be.

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Darkness hovered over the room like a storm cloud, highlighted only by the glimmer of light from the main room as it streaked through the door of your bedroom. Data was finishing up the day's work, but Lore, who had likely left many tasks unfinished, was content to lie beside you as you attempted to drift off to sleep.

If that were possible.

The thunder of sexual ambition pounded between your legs, making you squirm with discomfort. Despite the satisfaction of both androids' attention only half an hour beforehand, your body seemed to have already forgotten it. Desperate, ferocious, powerful need flowed up and down your weary body, flavouring the exhaustion with a deep and unyielding urgency.

"Something the matter, kitten?" Lore hadn't bothered to slip beneath the covers, lying obscenely bare on top of them with his arms behind his head. His attention had diverted from his PADD, which now sat forgotten on the bedside table in favour of his barely contained lust as his eyes raked over your barely covered torso.

You merely whined in response, unsure exactly what you needed, but certain that it had to be from him.

He rolled over onto his side, making sure you had a good view of his hardening cock as his hand began to creep beneath the covers.

"Were the combined efforts of Data and myself not enough to quell the kitten's relentless desire?"

You shifted towards him, wanting to touch him, wanting to give him everything you could give, and beyond that. But the exhaustion of the day began to cloud your thoughts, condensing everything into a magnified image of your unresolved anguish.

You needed something.

Lore's hand had deftly managed to slide down your torso, teasing every sensitive area from your neck, to your tits, down to your crotch. It rested there, momentarily, petting the hair absentmindedly as he watched your expression with amusement.

"Not good enough for you? Hmm…"

He pulled away, laughing cruelly at the way you attempted to squirm back towards his promising touch. Raising his hand to his face and giving it an admiring once-over, he tutted at the coating of liquid over his fingers.

"Well, if you're that desperate, you'd better do it yourself, then."

You looked up at him, his eyebrow raised in suggestion. Licking your juices slowly, teasingly from his fingertips, his other hand reached down to pat his thigh, not attempting to hide his gleeful expression as he did so.

"And you'd better clean up, afterwards."

As understanding crept onto your face, you wasted no time in removing your loose pijama shorts and discarding them just as easily as Lore had discarded any other focus only a few minutes ago. Anything he was happy to offer you was a privilege that you couldn't help taking advantage of; even if it degraded you into an eager, shameful mutt.

One leg on either side of his thigh, you adjusted yourself so the lower half of your torso draped over his abdomen, your face burying itself in his neck as the first, uncertain grind sent little shockwaves of pleasure throughout your being. With nothing but his skin against your needy clit, and without even having to move, he was already transforming you into a puddle of unabashed desire.

"Look at me." He said, suddenly, just as the beginnings of drool began to spill onto his collarbone. "I want to see the way you fall apart when I offer you nothing."

You raised your head, half-closed eyes peeking up at him through a haze of bliss. Rather than hilarity, you were surprised to see him just as undignified as you were. Hot breaths traced your face as he watched you hump him like an animal, grabbing your hair and holding your head up when your weariness threatened to lower it.

"Fuck…" he murmured, allowing his head to fall back against the raised pillows, raising his hips against the air, and seeking friction where none was offered to him.

Pathetic whimpers fell obscenely from your lips as you drew close, fighting to keep your pace despite the overwhelming exhaustion that screamed at you from every part of your body. You were sure that Data could hear your wanton moans as Lore's name found its way onto your tongue and, unsurprisingly, you heard the chair being pushed back against the floor from the next room.

"Close…God, I'm so close…Lore…"

Unable to restrain himself any longer, both of Lore's hands found their way onto your hips, flipping you so that his imposing form pressed you into the mattress. Impossibly hard, his cock slipped between your folds, his desperation outweighing the self-control he'd been so confident in beforehand.

"You'd better watch, brother," He growled, sensing Data's ominous stature approach the doorway. "Pussy aboutta get wrecked blud init."

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"You know I can take it harder."

You're kneeling on the sofa in your shared quarters, arms resting on the back. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of breathing and bioplast moving against skin. Data is leaning over you, your breasts pooling in his hands. He moves behind you slowly, and your eyes drift shut, not from sleepiness but because when he takes your ass like this, the effect is almost narcotic.

"I could not forget." He's pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. "But I do not believe that is what you want at the moment. Have I misjudged?” He brushes your nipples fleetingly with his palms, then lets his hands fill with you again.

"No. This is good." Data hmms. He knows you love to be ground to dust by Lore's hot-blooded ass fucking — but this is something you and Data share. And when you do, you come apart at the seams from his particular kind of loving, the kind that feels like molasses, heavy and slow and sweet. You had been aching for it all day, and it wouldn't have taken much effort on Data's part to work you open. He could have done it in just a few minutes. But in matters of love, art, and pleasure, efficiency wasn't usually his top priority. Instead, he had nuzzled your thighs, squeezed and parted your cheeks, and coaxed you inside out in a way that indicated he enjoyed the journey as much as the destination. By the time he finally unzipped his uniform trousers, soaked his cock in your mouth, and held himself pressed to your entrance, you thought you might come right then and there. You are so open for me, he had praised as he sank inside, captivated, as if he hadn't just spent the last thirty five minutes luxuriating in the task. Now he's heavy and slick against your delicate walls, and you're both enjoying the fruits of his labors.

You reach back to twine your hand in his dark hair and tug lightly at him, trying to distract him as your other hand creeps between your thighs. Of course, Data doesn't miss a thing, and before you can take the edge off of the growing ache, he intercepts you. His vice grip is unyielding in a way that would have made you panic if not for the knowledge that it was perfectly calibrated not to injure. He leans further over you so he can see your face better. "May I remind you of our earlier agreement that tactile stimulation be provided only by myself?" he asks.

His movement has shifted him a notch deeper into you. Fuck. You hadn't thought that was possible. "Then touch me," you plead.

Data withdraws from you and you think he might be stopping to renegotiate, but he scoops you reassuringly into his arms and maneuvers you onto your back underneath him, pressing kisses to your cheeks. "I assure you, you will achieve orgasm." He is spreading your legs open, admiring your softened openings, one freshly fucked, the other aching for attention. You can practically feel his gaze on your body, and you're certain he's finally going to touch you where you need it. Instead he kneels, straddling your waist, and tilts your chin up with one elegant hand. "Open," he murmurs, and slips his stiff length into your mouth with the other, as he had done previously. Your moan is muffled as he thrusts shallowly along your tongue, holding your face between his hands, thumbs tracing your cheeks. You blink up at him, meeting his familiar warm gaze, and saliva wells copiously in your throat.

"Very good." His voice has dropped to a whisper as he withdraws his soaked prick. He shifts back and pulls your hips up to his so that he can sink back into your snug channel with your legs still splayed in his lap. He resumes his thrusting, grasping your inner thighs, his hands framing the pretty picture of his cock in you and your needy hole above. "How do you want me to touch you?"

"Fuck, I…" You can barely think straight. "Please, touch my pussy. I don't care how. Please, Data."

He nods, and finally, oh-so-gently gently spreads your flushed lips with his thumbs. You've quivering for him, wetter than you think you've ever been, and he presses the tip of a single digit against your opening. You cry out and flutter around the gentle probing, and you hear him groan unmistakably, too. Still holding you open, he finally strokes a single finger through your folds, light and slick.

That's all it takes. The pleasure boils over uncontrollably, causing your legs to kick out and shake, feet flexing, clenching around him. He doesn't stop fucking you as you come, his tempo steady. It makes your climax almost too much but you see his brow tighten, you feel the tension in his body as his systems prepare for overload, and you crave his climax almost more than you'd craved your own. You pull him to you to swallow his sweet cries, letting them mingle with your own as you're filled with his warm pulses.

Data holds you against his chest, waiting until your heart rate and internal body temperature have returned almost to normal before drawing back to look at you. "Earlier, you made a point of reminding me that you can 'take it harder.'" He's examining your face, his expression balmy. "I am not expected on the bridge for another hour and six minutes. Perhaps this is a good time for you to refresh my memory."

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   In the center of your quarters, Lore kneels naked,his hands restrained behind his back. You didn't need the restraints per say since you were evenly matched in strength, they were more so to keep him f rom touching himself. You stand behind him, finishing up with your pegging harness. His face displays the displeasure he feels from having found himself in this predicament. Before he can go on a tirade full of colorful language that you know is on the tip of his tongue, you lean over and purr in his ear.

   " You brought this on yourself, Lore. You should have known not to play poker with me. Especially when you knew Data has been helping me improve."

   He huffs , rolling his eyes in response. Data looks up from his work station, turning to face you both.

   " Lore…brother , I did try to warn you that her poker skills had risen to a new level and yet you still insisted. Perhaps next time, you will not be so…. overzealous?"

   " Fucking hell, don't you start , Data."

   You hold a hand up to silence Data before he can say anything else, after all this is supposed to be an enjoyable moment . Not a time for sibling bickering. Turning your attention back to Lore, you know the best way to get him to cooperate, is to lavish more attention on him, make him feel special, beautiful…he is a vain creature after all.

   "I promise, you'll enjoy this, Lore. Think of it this way…. I'll be able to worship that gorgeous body of yours the way you deserve. Plus, don't you want Data to see me pleasure you while he has to sit over there and watch?"

   Lore gives you a look of haughty skepticism. Though you could see the wheels in his head spinning at the thought of being pleasured and worshiped while Data has to watch.

   " Hm, we'll see about whether I enjoy it or not. But, I do deserve to be worshiped, don't I? Fine …"

   Entangling your fingers through Lore's hair , you pull his head back to expose that long beautiful throat . You begin to pepper kisses along his shoulder up to the nape of his neck. You snaked an arm around his waist, your hand wrapping around his cock. He sucks in a breath when you started to stroke him. With your ministration, his cock hardens. It does not take long before drops of pre cum form on the head of his cock. You begin to coat your hand with his fluid with each stroke. When there is a sufficient amount of pre cum on your palm, you bring your hand to the dildo attached to your pegging harness and smear it on. The perfect lubricant and somehow fitting.

   You place your hands on his waist, nudging the dildo between his ass cheeks , pausing briefly when the tip is pressing against his hole.. Lore tenses ever so slightly, his hands curling into fists . You can't say you are surprised. Lore isn't the type to give up control easily. Just the fact he's allowed this, shows his level of trust in you and trust in Data that he'll not let anything happen to Lore while he's in a vulnerable state. You feel your heart flutter and warmth spread through you. You lean over to murmur softly, tenderly in Lore's ear.

   " Relax for me."

   A beat passes before Lore takes a few breaths, his hands relaxing, his head turning ever so slightly to look back at you. His look is a mix of uncertainty and impatience. Seeing that, spurs you forward into action and you flex your hips driving the dildo as far as it'll go. Lore gasps , his eyes blinking in surprise at the sensation of being the one stuffed for a change. Thanks to your new android body, you are able to watch him and simultaneously see that Data has leaned forward and is watching with eager anticipation. He has already tugged his own cock free to play with while he watches.

   Turning your full attention back to Lore, you slowly pull out and back in a few times before stilling again. Lore rewards you with a soft sound of pleasure . You know full well from experience, all the sensors that area is filled with. And you also know, Lore's is slightly more sensitive because of him being designed with a prostate. He tries to push back, desperate for more. He whines when you hold him still. His hands twist in his bonds.

   "Look at you, so needy for me."

   " Kitten…. please! "

  " Please…what?"

  " Fuck me already! I can't take this teasing!"

   Lore's voice has a slightly petulant quality to it. Part of you wants to draw it out more, after all that's what he would do. But you also know he only has so much patience and you're toeing that line now. Wrapping your arms around him, you thrust back into him over and over- fucking him like a feral animal. He wailed and writhed in your arms, his head falling back to rest on you shoulder. His cock started to leak even more profusely , soaking the carpet.

   " That's it, Lore, shake apart for me. "

   With a howl, his hips jerked, streams of hot bio fluid shot out crossing the distance to splatter on Data. When Lore finished, he went limp in your arms. Data's sweet tenor cut through the quiet.

   " Perhaps Lore should lose more often."