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smooth move and leaned forward, her shoulder dropping, and she brought her head down to look Ella in the eyes. Ella gave a sudden gasp, her eyes widening, as Aneka slid two fingers smoothly into her pussy. ‘I think,’ Aneka said, her voice husky, ‘that we can’t call it until I’ve got you off too.’ Her fingers curled and began to circle; apparently she had hit the right spot since Ella whimpered softly.
    ‘I’m… not your… first girl… then,’ Ella panted.
    Aneka lowered her other hand to seek out Ella’s clitoris with a finger. ‘Not the first, no.’ Finding the swollen nub, Aneka began to flick at it. It seemed more pronounced than usual for a human, and the result of playing with it was surprising; Ella’s muscles began to pulse around Aneka’s fingers. After a minute or two the pulsing had synchronised into rhythmic waves and Ella was practically humping Aneka’s hand. What this did to a man Aneka could only guess, but she suspected a porn star would have had trouble holding on with the redhead’s vagina working him like that. As it was, Ella’s back arched, thrusting her chest out at Aneka a minute or two later, and suddenly she was screaming out yelps of release as her body shook and danced at the end of Aneka’s arms.
    Ella slumped back onto the deck as Aneka let go and climbed to her feet, grinning. Aneka reached for the rail along the edge of the upper bunk and Ella said, ‘What are you doing? You don’t think you’re finished yet, do you?’
    Aneka reached down a hand, fingers still slick from Ella’s pussy. ‘Get up then. I’m not fucking you on the cabin floor.’
    ‘As long as you’re fucking me, you can do it anywhere you like.’
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    Aneka lay in silence, her eyes closed, and watched text stream over the inside of her eyelids. Her various systems made themselves known as she awoke, displaying diagnostics and status reports. She figured the system ran through the same routine every morning and, from what she was seeing, there was nothing to worry about. So she lay still, Ella still spooned against her back, and watched the reports in the hope that it might tell her more about her new body.
    Radio? No sooner had she thought it than a display appeared in her vision field. The little window displayed a rapidly shifting frequency value and flashing text proclaimed “Scanning for transmissions…” It stopped after a minute or so and the message changed. “Data network detected… Negotiating…” Then, “Connected,” and another window opened giving options for systems she could connect to. Probably not a great way to gain trust. The windows vanished with that thought and she went back to watching the reports.
    Everything seemed to be “optimal,” though her fusion power cell required additional liquid for reprocessing, apparently. Did that mean “drink more water?” Her “nutrient reserve” was at twenty per cent too, so maybe food and water soon would be a good idea.
    She was considering breakfast when Ella indicated that she was now awake by running her fingers over Aneka’s breast and teasing her nipple into life. Aneka let out a soft moan. ‘Didn’t you get enough of that last night?’
    ‘No. Did I wake you?’ The fingers kept teasing and Aneka started to squirm.
    ‘No, I woke up ten minutes, thirteen seconds ago.’
    ‘So exact…’ There was that husky thickness in her voice again.
    ‘I’ve been watching my diagnostic displays, and there’s a little clock just popped up showing ship time, system up time, and recent active time, which I figure is how long I’ve been awake.’
    ‘Huh. I just have the time.’
    ‘Sorry?’
    ‘Oh… I thought you might have noticed. My eyes are artificial. I lost them to an infection when I was twelve. I was blind for six years until they were replaced. I’m a cyborg. Not anything like you, but enough that I get some of the same looks when people know.’ The teasing fingers drifted down over Aneka’s