Page 21 of Silvyr: Glitched for Her
"And how long would that take?"I whispered, suddenly aware of how close he was, how intimate the space between us had become.
"Approximately seventeen hours, assuming they don't abort the match verification procedure."
"Seventeen hours."I repeated, my voice catching.The exhibition would be long over by then, our chance to gather intel on Asset P lost.More importantly, seventeen hours trapped in this small space with Silvyr, wanting him but not touching him, seemed like its own special torture.It would ruin everything.So many women would continue to be at risk.
His face was so close now I could see the minute shifting of his irises, the way his pupils expanded and contracted with each pulse of emotion.One of his emoji drones manifested a tiny question mark between us, hovering like a physical representation of the moment's tension.
"Fuck it," I breathed, and closed the distance between us.
His lips weren't cold or metallic, but warm and yielding, with a subtle electric current that made my lips tingle.He responded immediately, his mouth moving against mine with desperate hunger that matched my own.The kiss deepened, and I found myself reaching for him, my fingers tracing the seams where organic skin met the smooth lines of his hybrid plating.
He groaned against my mouth, the sound vibrating through me like a physical touch.His emoji drones exploded around us, a flurry of blushing symbols and heart-shaped lights that rained down like digital confetti.My hands grew bolder, exploring the fascinating texture of his body—smooth in some places, textured in others, warm everywhere.
When my fingers drifted lower, seeking the fastening of his fitted jumpsuit, I froze.My hands encountered a smooth plane where I expected to find...well, something else entirely.
I broke the kiss, stammering in confusion."You don't have a—I mean, I thought?—"
Silvyr grinned, an expression both wicked and amused that sent heat pooling low in my belly despite my confusion.
"My anatomy adapts," he explained, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it."A benefit of my hybrid design."
Before my eyes, the smooth surface beneath my fingers began to change.A small nub of nanostructured tissue emerged, lengthening, expanding, shaping itself as it formed.My eyes widened as it continued to grow, becoming something that frankly looked too large for any human woman to accommodate.
I choked on my own breath, staring in a mixture of fascination and alarm."That's—you can't possibly expect?—"
Silvyr tilted my chin up with gentle, glowing fingers."This is not the final form," he explained, his voice soothing despite the heat in his eyes."I will adjust to you."
As he spoke, the emerging organ began to change, softening, narrowing, refining itself into something that looked perfectly sized for human anatomy.The texture shifted too, becoming less alien and more recognizably human, though still with subtle differences that made my pulse quicken with curiosity.
"You will feel full, but never pain."His fingers traced my lips, leaving tingles in their wake."And if you have requests," he added, leaning in to kiss my jaw as I trembled, "you must speak them."
The intimate practicality of his words broke through my nervousness, startling a laugh from me."Is this a standard feature of your model, or did you get special upgrades?"
His smile turned self-deprecating, emoji drones briefly displaying tiny gears and upgrade symbols."I was designed as the perfect hybrid being.Adaptability was...a priority."
"Lucky me," I whispered, surprised by how much I meant it.
Our clothes came off slowly after that, each layer removed with reverent care.His hands mapped my skin like he was memorizing topography, while mine shook with desire as they explored the fascinating terrain of his hybrid body.When he was finally bare before me, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the marvel of his design… silver skin that flickered with code and light where emotion ran strongest, seamless transitions between synthetic and organic components, and the adaptive shaft that seemed to respond to my very gaze.
His fingers slid between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly wet."Your compatibility readings are...encouraging," he teased, his touch feather-light against my most sensitive spots.
"Shut up and touch me properly," I growled, beyond caring about pride or propriety.
He needed no further invitation.His fingers explored me with devastating precision, as if he could read exactly what my body needed.Perhaps he could.His eyes flickered with data streams as he touched me, his systems likely analyzing my responses in real-time.
I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, my hips bucking against his hand."There," I breathed, and he responded instantly, adjusting pressure and rhythm until I was panting.
"I want to feel you," he murmured against my throat, sliding his body against mine.His adaptive shaft stroked along my inner thigh, its texture shifting into silky warmth that made me gasp with anticipation.
He pulled my leg up around his hip, positioning himself at my entrance.The anticipation was almost painful, my body practically vibrating with need.When he finally began to slide inside, the sensation overwhelmed me.Not just from the physical feeling of being filled, but the way his shaft seemed to adjust with each inch, responding to my body's feedback.
"Fuck," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he sank deeper."That's—how are you—wow?—"
"Adaptive technology," he whispered, his voice strained with effort."Do you like it?"
"God yes," I moaned, my head falling back as he bottomed out inside me.The feeling was indescribable.Perfectly full without a hint of discomfort, every ridge and texture placed exactly where it brought the most pleasure.
Needing to feel more of me, Silvyr suddenly lifted me, his hybrid strength making it effortless to hold my entire weight.My legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed me against the wall, driving deeper with each thrust.The position change triggered something new… a vibration that started deep inside, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
