Intergalactic conquest with an AI

A slow, triumphant smile curved her lips. It was the only answer she needed. With a final, deliberate movement, she freed him from the confines of his clothing, her own breath catching at the sight of him, so powerfully male and achingly vulnerable in his need for her.

"Then have me..." she whispered.

And, holding his burning gaze, she slowly, exquisitely slowly, lowered herself onto him, sheathing him in her warm, welcoming softness. A shared, shuddering gasp filled the room as they became one, a perfect, breathless union.

The outside world was not just locked out; it was forgotten. There was only this... the feel of him filling her completely, the sight of utter rapture on his face, and the slow, rising rhythm they began to move to, a dance as old as time, made new again just for them.

The last vestiges of her languid peace were burnt away by the sudden, fresh fire in his eyes. The game had changed; her shy invitation had been accepted and raised.

In one fluid, powerful motion, he reversed their positions. The world spun in a dizzying whirl before she found herself pressed into the soft depths of the chair, his large frame caging her in, a welcome and thrilling weight.

The look he gave her was pure, unadulterated hunger, a look that stripped away the last of her thoughts and left only feeling in its wake.

"Structural integrity..." he repeated, his voice a dark, velvety rumble as he nipped at her jawline. "We'll break it if we have to."

He didn't enter her immediately. Instead, he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss as he used the head of his length to stroke her, painting slow, slick circles through her wet, heated folds. The sensation was maddening... it was a teasing, intimate caress that made her arch her back, a silent, desperate plea falling from her lips into his mouth.

"Rex... please..."

Her plea was his command. He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt pressure an exquisite promise. His eyes locked with hers, holding her captive as surely as his body was about to.

"Look at me, Cleo," he commanded, his voice rough with strain. "I want to see you when I come inside you."

Then, with a single, slow, devastating thrust, he filled her completely.

A sharp, gasping cry was torn from her lungs. It was a feeling of being utterly, perfectly claimed. He was stretching her, filling a void she hadn't known existed, and the rightness of it was so profound it bordered on pain. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, anchoring herself as he began to move.

He set a slow, deep, punishing rhythm, each thrust a deliberate journey to the very core of her. There was no frantic haste, only the relentless, thorough possession of her body.

Every drag of him within her stoked the embers of her pleasure back into a roaring blaze. The sounds that filled the room were raw and unfiltered... the slick, wet sound of their joining, his guttural groans against her neck, and her own high, keening whimpers.

"You feel like heaven," he gritted out, his hips driving into her with increasing force. "So tight... so perfect for me." His words were a catalyst. The pressure inside her built again, faster and hotter than before, fed by the sheer physicality of him and the raw filth of his praise.

She could feel the tension coiling, a spring wound tight in her belly, ready to snap. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting each of his thrusts with a desperate roll of her own hips.

"I'm... Rex. I'm going to—" Her warning was a shattered mess.

"Come for me!! uhhh" he growled, his pace becoming frantic, losing its control. "Come, Cleo!! Now!!"

It was the final command her body needed. Her world shattered. A blinding, searing wave of pleasure crashed over her, so intense it was almost unbearable.

Her body convulsed around him, milking him, her cry a long, sobbing release of his name as she clenched and fluttered around his length, seeing stars behind her clenched eyelids.

Feeling her climax seize her, his own control shattered. With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, a raw, guttural shout tearing from his throat as his own release poured into her, hot and endless.

He collapsed upon her, his full weight a crushing, perfect comfort, his face buried in her hair as they both trembled through the last, fading shocks of their shared ecstasy.

For a long time, there was only the sound of their ragged breaths slowly calming and the feel of their sweat-slicked skin cooling in the quiet air. He was still inside her, still intimately connected, and she never wanted him to leave. His lips found her shoulder, placing a soft, tender kiss there, a stark contrast to the ferocity of their joining.

He finally shifted, but only to gather her tightly against his side. She curled into him, her head on his chest, listening to the wild, slowing rhythm of his heart. Her body hummed with a deep, sated peace, every nerve ending quiet and content.

A soft, dazed laugh escaped her. "I think... we broke it..."

He kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her.

A low, rumbling laugh escaped Rex's chest. "Hahaha, I suppose we did... I didn't even notice it." His gaze drifted around them, the final pieces clicking into place as he took in their position, sprawled across the splintered remains of what was once a fine chair.

A slow, dawning realization settled on his face. "Well... this is going to be awkward to explain." He let out another nervous chuckle; the sound of it was tight and strained. "I wonder if they heard us, hahah..." The brief lust of the moment had evaporated, leaving behind the familiar, cool sharpness of a calculative mind.

Cleo's eyes responded with a soft, internal luminescence. She did not need to turn her head; her perception swept the room in an instant, analyzing the data fed to her from the small, spider-like drones she had deployed earlier.

They clung to the corners of the room, creating a silent, invisible barrier that had contained every sound within these four walls. A swift, internal check of her neural network confirmed it. Every camera, every automated servant, and every security drone in the entire mansion remained firmly under her control.

"It is fine," she stated, her voice a calm and certain thing. "No one heard anything. But even so, we will have to address our attire." As she spoke, her hands moved, and three perfect, silvery spheres appeared from the air itself, forged from a complex fusion of nanomaterials and shimmering living metal.

Rex eyed the orbs with open curiosity. "Mmm? What are those? Some kind of bomb?"

"Negative," Cleo replied. "This is a new invention of mine. I have observed that we expend a considerable amount of time changing garments. These spheres contain intelligent clothing. It will adapt to your form and manifest a design I have pre-loaded."

Without further delay, she pressed one sphere against Rex's chest and another against her own.

The effect was immediate. The nanomachines, tiny specks of living metal, bloomed across their bodies like liquid mercury. They flowed and wove together in a silent, mesmerizing dance, layering and structuring themselves until a complete, fresh set of clothes materialized in seconds.

Rex let out a long, impressed whistle. "Well, would you look at that?" He pushed himself up from the floor, running his hands over the fabric. "Isn't this just the peak of convenience?" Other than a faint, cool metallic sensation against his skin, the new attire was indistinguishable from the high-quality garments he had worn before.

"Affirmative. While they are convenient, their operational durability is limited to six hours. After that, the nanomachines will deplete their power source and the structure will disintegrate. It is therefore optimal if we expedite our attendance at this event and depart."

She offered this explanation as Rex took her hand and helped her to her feet. Once they were both standing, Cleo tossed the remaining sphere into the air.

In mid-arc, it unfolded, its shape shifting and hardening until a fist-sized, metallic ant hovered for a moment before landing on the floor. It immediately set to work, its mandibles efficiently reducing their discarded clothing to nothing, devouring the evidence with a quiet, relentless purpose.

A clear, authoritative voice cut through the ballroom's murmur, commanding the space without strain. "Everyone! If I may have your attention, please?" All eyes turned toward the center of the room, where one of the Planetary Champion's own Elite Guards stood poised with a sleek data pad glowing softly in his hand.

He waited a beat, ensuring the silence was absolute, then continued, his voice amplified to reach every corner. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been awaiting has arrived! The main event of this illustrious evening… the auction!"

As the final word left his lips, a low, resonant hum filled the air. The very center of the ballroom floor began to part, revealing a marvel of complex engineering beneath.

Gears turned silently and platforms rose with a smooth, powerful grace, assembling themselves into a towering, luxury-lined stage. On either side of it, massive holographic screens flickered to life, their surfaces shimmering before resolving into a crystal-clear image of the auction's first, magnificent item.

The Elite Guard offered a polished smile to the captivated audience. "Well then! Without further delay… let us begin!"