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into her.
    She was warm and slick, soft and tig ht like a fist around each organ, the sensations sending spikes of pure pleasure up his spine. But he also felt with her his own hard meat pushing up into her, the cool rasp of his scales rubbing her channels with a ruthless shock of sensation.
    He came hard, body convulsing under her and inside her with explosive force. Sharing it with her and feeling her own ecstasy, the moment seemed to last for a delirious eternity, spiraling between them endlessly.
    When he became aware of the world again, he opened his eyes. She was braced above him, panting and shaking along with him, eyes dark and lustrous. “Well,” she said, her mental voice just as breathless as her verbal one. “That was a good start.”
    He laughed , pleased with her languid delight and eager to see what she would teach him next.
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    Tearing into a protein strip and savoring the meaty flavor, Neeri leaned over idly and checked O’s data readout. Then she did a double-take and almost choked on her food. “She’s still in there with him?” she snarled, grinding her teeth on the piece of flesh in her mouth with murderous force.
    “Are you referring to the metamorph and the Ophidian?”
    She stared at the Orchestrator, wondering if sinking her teeth into him would be satisfying or just break off a tooth.
    Big O turned that blank visor her way. “Apparently an Ophidian in his first burn has quite a bit of stamina and enthusiasm.”
    And hitting him would probably break her hand. She still wanted to try it. “ Isn’t the lack of variety messing up your data flow?” she growled through gritted teeth.
    “ Your hypothesis that the metamorph’s experience would help him over his reluctance appears to have been correct. And she has indicated several times that he is ‘learning well.’ I concluded that more time in her presence would give him more confidence, thus improving the quality of data we will collect from future participation.”
    Neeri felt her claws extend and made a conscious ef fort to retract them. She could not pounce on the big metal idiot and shred him. That would so get her fired. “O,” she said carefully, “I advise you to get a goddamned personality. You’re creepy and nobody loves you. Signal her the hell out of there before I shove your data so far up your ass you won’t find it with all eight of your arms and a floodlight.”
    “I don’t have an ass .”
    “Because you are one.” She leaned over and touched the controls herself, dimming Adin’s room briefly. Then she changed her display to show his room and glowered at the pair cuddling on his bed. Cuddling . It was enough to make a cat hack up a hairball.
    But Shells knew her business. The metamorph glanced up at the lights and rose from the bed, pausing to lean over and place a lingering kiss on Adin’s mouth before she headed for the exit wall. Neeri grumbled a few choice insults but couldn’t complain about Shells’ obedient departure or swift travel down the corridor to her own room.
    Neeri watched Adin roll lazily onto his back and stretch, her mouth going dry at all that sleek muscle and casual strength. His fingers splayed then curled, black claws gleaming in the light, and Neeri had a sudden image of those claws biting into her hips as he drove into her. Her pussy clenched hard and she swallowed a whimper, squirming on her seat.
    She flashed a veiled look at Big O, wondering what he’d do if she just walked down to Adin’s room and indulged her fantasies. Then she stopped wondering. O had all sorts of ways to make the subject behave, which included venting sleeping gas into the rooms. And using restraints. She had a short fantasy about being strapped down while O punished her, but her heart wasn’t really in it and she turned back to the display with a grimace.
    “Shall we chose his next partner?” Big O said in a slightly too-innocent tone.
    Neeri almost bit through her tongue. “It’s time for his sleep