Page 44 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

The man must be blind not to see what he was giving up in Maya. He must also be dumb like a hoof if he didn’t try to do everything possible and beyond to keep her.

A machine attachment caressed his cock, spreading a pleasant sensation through his body. The massage pod could conjure realistic images in his mind if he so wished. Some people preferred relaxing videos of beaches and colorful valleys. Others enjoyed more exciting visions of people making love to them.

Kear rarely used either. To him, sex was a physical function. The pod worked every part of his body, helping him relax. Why not let it work on his cock, too?

He arched his back, letting the arousal build in anticipation of a speedy climax.

“May we suggest a more suitable setting?” the pod’s AI sounded in his brain. “To make today’s session more enjoyable?”

Maya’s face suddenly appeared behind his closed eyelids. The AI had sifted through his memories and fished her face out as a suggestion.

Fantasizing about her in a heightened state of arousal was a bad idea. His cock disagreed, however, swelling harder with a powerful jolt of lust at the sight of her sweet smile.

“Hello, Professor,” the machine-conjured Maya murmured, leaning over him.

The swell of her belly rested against his abs. The fragrant, black curtain of her hair draped over them, bringing them closer.

He inhaled, savoring her scent. Deep inside, he knew all of it was just an illusion. AI manipulated his mind using the memories stored in his brain. He marveled, however, at how detailed those images were. Had he collected and stored so many details about her?

Her dark eyes, framed with the thick black eyelashes, held the same expression she often had when looking at him—shy but playful. She held herself back in his presence. Only through her letters had he been getting the full picture of the person she really was.

“Mmm,” her image moaned, raking her little fingers through the thick fur on his chest. “Let me make you feel good, Professor.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth as her full lips wrapped around his title in the most enticing way.

“Kear,” he croaked. “Call me Kear, please.”

“As you wish, Kear.” She leaned closer, her hand sliding down his front toward his crotch.

The most exquisite pleasure rippled along his skin at the sound of his name. He hadn’t known how much he wished to hear it from her lips until now.

“Wait.” He stopped her from touching his erection. “Wait, please...”

He had to get out of this machine.

Dreaming of having sex with Maya in the pod had not been his intention when he got here.

It carried no violation of laws or even ethics in Voranian society. Women often felt flattered to star in men’s sex pod fantasies. The problem was, he feared, the fantasy might spill into reality in this case. He couldn’t allow his mind to think about Maya this way. He certainly couldn’t build any association between her and his weekly visits to the pod.

She was the subject of his study, his patient. That was the only way he could think about her.

Yet, he couldn’t let her go. Even if it was just an illusion.

“Tell me about your day,” he said to his own surprise.

What the fuck was he doing?

He had to leave.

“What would you like to know?” She tilted her head in the way he’d seen real Maya do when asking a question.

“Come here.” He opened his arm, coaxing her to lie against his side.

The slight weight of her head pressed against his shoulder. His side warmed with the heat generated by the massage pod to replicate her body heat. It felt so real. It looked real too, as Maya’s large brown eyes gazed at him.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day instead, Kear? What did you do today?”

“Work,” he sighed. “It’s getting more intense, the closer to the due date we get. The slightest mistake could be devastating now.”

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