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More than a Machine (Trixie & I)

3ngag3

3ngag3

Supernova
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Jan 9, 2009
Location
The Pits of California
Life for Kensei Noragami sucked...sorta. Sure, he was smart, had a few friends here and there and was able to maintain a decent paying job at a café, but when it came to the ladies...well...things weren't so great. For some reason, whenever he tried to approach a woman, some strange thing would happen to him that would result in him either getting slapped, thrown, or otherwise trashed by the very girl he was trying to talk to. And when he did get lucky enough to even be able to make contact without incident, he just couldn't find the words that would make her swoon. In comparison, his friend, Souma Himura was quite the lothario. He would always be seen with two or even sometimes three girls at once. And the way they would look at him, it was as if they were trying to rape him with their eyes. How these two gentlemen could be friends was beyond anyone's guess.

On this particular day, the two friends were walking home, Souma, clean as a whistle and Kensei, his clothes soaked and an imprint of a hand spread across his face. "Man, you look like crap, Ken," The older looking friend said with a whistle. "Let me guess, your stunning sense of balance brought you face to face with another girl's undergarments, right?" The look Ken gave Souma then told him that he was right on the money. It started innocently enough. He was mustering up his courage to approach this pretty young thing he had been keeping his eye on for a few weeks now. When it seemed like the coast was clear, he made his move and just when he was about to call out her name, a black cat crossed his path, causing him to trip and fall face first into a damp puddle. He tried to break his fall, but the only thing he was able to grab on to was the girl's skirt and sure enough, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was said skirt draped around her ankles. As he tried to get up, the girl had this furious look on his face and as he stuttered trying to apologize, SMACK!"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Ken replied as he relived the memory in his mind. "I bet you don't," Souma replied with a shrug. "You know, if you want to get with a girl so bad, I can set you up with one of mine. I got so many, I can hardly keep up with them." At this point, the two were right outside Ken's home where he lived alone. Ken took his backpack off and replied with a sigh, "Thanks for the offer, but I prefer a girl that won't try to put out on the first date. I wanna get to at least know them on a personal level before doing that kinda stuff." He opened the door as Souma shrugged again. "You're never gonna make it with a hot chick if you don't know how to work that body. They like aggressive men. Aggressive!"

Ken replied by giving his friend another stern look before replying. "I'll see you later Souma..." And with that, he closed the door on the guy, leaving him to sigh and wonder if his little buddy will ever get a girlfriend. Ken walked upstairs and into his room to clean himself off. He took off his wet clothes and changed his boxers before plopping down on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He knew Souma was a perverted, womanizing freak, but he meant well. And perhaps he was right. Maybe the only way to a woman's heart was through her body. But the only way he could do that was to first get close enough to one without pulling down her skirt or falling flat on his face. He needed some kind of miracle...
 
Miracles came in all shapes and sizes.

It was impossible to tell where this was, this cold steel room, but it turns out that the "where" was entirely inconsequential. The what was a young woman, doubling up as the who. The why was a mission directive, a small blue chip that glowed brightly and was slid into a small port behind the young woman's ear, hidden in turn by a curtain of pure white hair. No, it was the "when" that was most interesting of all, being several hundred years in the future. Beyond those cold, sterile walls raged storms. Streets lay desolate as acidic rain tore through littered garbage. People in thick, slick raincoats ran from place to place, those rich enough relying on personal shields, those too poor using pieces of scrap metal that rusted and corroded with every staccato droplet.

Japan wasn't a good place to live anymore, and it was relatively well off, compared to others. Present day America broke Geiger counters twenty miles off the coast.

The "why" was likewise interesting. It was so easy to scour timelines, draw links between historical records, to see the "what-could-have-beens" so clearly in hindsight. But like looking to the stars with a telescope, to see was one thing, to reach it quite another. And to reach it was quite another thing from actually interacting with it. But there were strides being made in that regard; a way to see that today's world was dependent on something so silly, so seemingly inconsequential so long ago, about one man not siring progeny that would have a chance of beating a corrupt politician that screwed everything up. And further, a way to reach it:

A tube, ten feet tall and four feet across in diameter, opened its glass shell with a pneumatic hiss, and the snowy-haired woman was gently led onto it. "You understand your mission?" one scientist asked, his voice muffled only faintly by a mask that hung over his ears and hugged tightly to his mouth. "Affirmative," came the curiously hollow voice, yellow eyes focusing and refocusing on the man before her. Humans couldn't make the move, but robots could. And this one was special, a Synth-Organic Artificial Intelligence, S-O AI, nicknamed Ai by minds that were remarkably creative in terms of mechanics but not so much in terms of names.

The scientist nodded, before stepping back and letting the tube close behind him, before he headed over to a nearby panel. The tube locked down tight, before a port opened up above, green fluid starting to pour down on top of her. Her face remained passive even as it splashed across her head, staining the synthetic fibers of her hair the white going green. The fluid level grew ever higher until it had washed over her head, her eyes open, unblinking and staring outward. Bio-androids didn't have to breathe, really. The scientist was talking again, but she couldn't hear him through the fluid that had since risen to the top of the tube.

There was a switch flipped, and the tube flashed from inside, and then she was gone. The world fell before her... and continued to fall. It was hard enough to judge just where the Earth would be several hundred years ago, to figure out how to move her through space as well as time... but even their seemingly perfect calculations weren't right all the time. She flashed into being somewhere in the blue sky, before her hair whipped out behind her, her white clothes catching the wind as she fell and fell, before smacking into the roof... a roof that could only slow her fall as she smashed through it.

Miracles came in all shapes and sizes, and this particular one smashed right through Kensei's roof on the way to his bedroom.
 
As he was staring at the ceiling, pondering the life fate gave him, there was a sudden thump that, to Ken, sounded like it came from the roof. It was too big to be a bird and he certainly hadn't asked nor seen anyone trying to climb up there, so what was it? With his gaze locked on his ceiling, he would soon get his answer. He noticed a very slight crack up there that hadn't been there before. It was most likely caused by whatever it was that landed up on his roof and its weight was now causing the crack to grow and grow. In fact, he could now hear a sort of groan coming from the house like something was about to give. Sure enough, the object that crashed up there was now coming down here followed by a trail of wooden debris and tile. Ken sheepishly cowered under his covers seeing as he couldn't move out of the way and was too awestruck to even do so anyways and needless to say, the impact was massive, both to his bed and his body.

When the dust settled, the young man attempted to get out of his bed and assess the damage caused to his roof and his body, but soon found that he couldn't, due to a mass of...something that was weighing him down, probably the object that crashed into him and nearly broke him in two. Within the light now shining from the roof, that object became clear to him as day. And though he could see it, it was still rather impossible to believe. A girl. A rather conspicuously dressed girl. Green hair, yellow eyes with a sort of lifeless look in them and the body of a god damned vixen. It was one thing for him to cause chaos whenever he was around a woman, but for a woman to nearly destroy his home in this way was beyond even his unfortunate capabilities.

"What...the hell?" Ken uttered in disbelief as he now tried to approach the mysterious girl that crashed through his roof, seemingly immune to the fact that doing would more than likely bring some kind of disaster upon him.
 
Those eyes were indeed lifeless as "Ai" lay there, her hair slathered with bits of drywall, the once white hair made so again by the sheer amount of dust that she'd caught coming down through the ceiling. She was heavier than he would have expected -- she looked like she might have been a hundred and ten, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, but instead weighed a solid fifty more. However, as she lay on him, those eyes sparked once more to life -- except for their strange, coppery color, when the life came back to them they looked every bit the eyes of a human.

However, something was... off. Emotions flickered through those eyes -- curiosity, fear, worry, and a bevy of other rapid fire feelings before she settled both dainty hands on his chest, pushing herself up into a sitting position on him. She was every bit as soft as a regular human, her breasts rising and falling like a normal human's breathing, her "skin" giving way slightly as she sat on his stomach -- the only hints that she was not what she appeared to be (at least through touch) was her abnormal weight. The green hair, strange eyes, and odd clothing entirely notwithstanding.

However, there was still confusion in those eyes, and when at last she spoke, the voice was flat. "... who are you?" came the first question, and after what looked to be a moment of thought, she cocked her head. She proceeded to ask a far more worrying question: "Who am I?" That fall had been unexpected, and though she appeared to be perfectly fine... something or another had gotten a little rattled in there.
 
As Ken got close enough to actually be able to touch the strange girl, there was a stirring in his bed. Was she awake? It certainly seemed like it now that the life had seemingly returned to her eyes. Just gazing into them, he could almost feel every emotion from joy to sadness in them as if she were trying to find the right feeling to express to him. But just as he was getting comfortable drowning in her gaze, the green haired girl unexpectedly pushed her way into him and put him promptly on the floor. Though she appeared to be light in stature, she had a mysterious amount of extra weight to her like she was made of metal or something. Her skin was anything but, however. It was soft and warm, like a girl's skin should feel when it's not slapping him across the face because he accidentally groped her.

Upon finding himself in this new position of his, a bevy of emotions began to flow through Ken just as it did the mystery girl. Due to the fact that the only time he really ever had contact with a girl was when he was groping them or pulling down their skirts, he was unfamiliar on how to act. Should he feel happy? Afraid? Nervous? Maybe if he spoke to her, maybe if he just asked her who she was, he might get some kind of positive response out of her and an explanation of what was going on to boot. He opened his mouth, but it was dry, no words came out despite how desperately he wanted to convey his feeling. This lapse in communication allowed the girl to speak first.

"Who are you?" she had asked him. A simple enough question for Ken to answer had he not wracked his brain trying to speak to her. But what she said next baffled him far more than he already was. "Who...are you?" he repeated with a perplexing tone. "I don't know who you are. You just...fell through my roof all of a sudden. But my name...my name is Kensei Noragami, but people just call me Ken." It was beginning to dawn on the young man that he was actually beginning to have a conversation with a girl for the first time without something disastrous happening...well, if one considers that the disaster happened before the conversation, anyway...
 
It didn't seem to occur to her that the position she had takem could have been considered inappropriate, mounting him as she had, keeping him pinned to the floor with a body that had been specially designed to, ahem, appeal to the male mind and body. Her expression was innocent -- curious, worried -- while her wide hips, thin waist, and bountiful chest, all of which strained against her strange outfit, screamed nothing but sin. She wasn't doing anything, however, merely sitting there looking down at him, awaiting the answers to the questions that she had asked of him.

".... roof," she whispered, glancing up and perhaps realizing, for the first time, where she had come from. That fall had scrambled her a bit, and behind that angelic exterior, nanobots were hard at work rebooting systems and repairing what -- mostly superficial -- damage had occurred. "Oh." She blinked up at the gaping hole above, before looking back down to him. "I broke your roof. Sorry, Ken," she said, committing the name and face to memory. His voice, too, all of it locked into a concise file. There was more, though, as she felt his body's rhythm through her own, feeling his pulse quicken, noticing his breathing shallowing. Nervousness.

"Do I worry you?" she asked at last. I... I... that sounded familiar to her. She paused for a moment, staring at the nearby wall over Ken's head. "... am I I?" she asked. I... Ai? Yes. Yes, that sounded familiar. There was a brief flash of recognition, a video file of a white labcoat... but it was corrupted. Shame. "I'm Ai," she said at last, settling on what surely was as good an appelation as any other.
 
To Ken, this girl that fell on top of him must have had some kind of screw loose thanks to falling through the roof of his house. She was speaking in such an odd way and though the position she had him in seemed rather...erotic, she wasn't making any other kind of move on him other than trying to explain her actions which was a miracle to this particular young man as since it was him, he'd be getting much more than a slap to the face right now...maybe a punch or a knee to the groin. Instead, she rather politely apologized to him and wondered if she worried him at all which was a bit of an understatement.

"Well...yeah, I am kinda worried...sorta," Ken started, not taking his eyes off of her for a second. "People just don't fall through roofs everyday, not to mention the fact that you probably have some kind of concussion right now...Ai, was it?" Ai. It was such a pretty name for a girl like this. And she told it to him of her own free will. Not like before where he had to get most of his information about a certain crush from Souma. It felt...natural, much more natural than the provocative was she was sitting on him. The young man's gaze began to trail from her eyes down her body. That white number she was wearing was leaving little to the imagination, at least in his eyes. She might as well have been naked right then.

And just as he was thinking that, a new problem was beginning to arise...in his pants. Ken had certainly had those kinds of thoughts about girls in the past, but of course, he would never get the chance to act on them even if he wanted to. The young man was beginning to fidget around a bit, trying to keep the swelling desire in his lower body a secret from Ai. When it became apparent that it was becoming a futile effort, he finally pleaded to her in a nervous tone, "Um...you wouldn't mind getting off of me now, would you? You're kinda...well...heavy..." Now things were beginning to feel a bit familiar. It was that kind of talk that would get him in trouble with girls in the first place had he ever been lucky enough to get that close to one.
 
"Yes, I'm Ai," she said. Suddenly, there was no sort of hesitation on that. She had simply adopted it, and would change it up again if that turned out to not be correct. There were some wonders to having a brain that was only partially organic in nature. As Ken told her that he was worried by her, and suddenly she felt something... something pressing up between her thighs. Someone else might have been bothered by that, but the connection seemed clear as day to (the mildly concussed) Ai. "Oh," was all she said. She moved back a little bit so that she was sitting on the upper part of his thighs, staring down at the pants he was straining against.

"Here. If you are worried, I can relax you," she said, blithely reaching for his zipper, swiftly, deftly opening up his pants before pulling down the zipper, giving the waistband a jerk so that she could free him of his restrictive trousers. "Is this satisfactory, Ken?" she asked, settling her hands up on his thighs, looking down at him with those same eyes. They were warm eyes, filled not with mocking or even lust... just simple curiosity and a vague need to make sure that he felt better. After all, she had just destroyed his roof and then landed on his bed. It seemed only natural for her to see to his needs, even if he didn't vocalize it.

He had asked her to get off, though, so she did just that... she raised up slightly, leaning forward, her breasts swinging forward in her outfit, as she put her elbows on her knees and more or less just squatted an inch or two above him, technically pulling her off of him but making the situation no less compromising.
 
Ken let out a deep breath as Ai eased herself off of him. If she didn't feel so heavy, he might not have felt so relieved then. Having a woman on top of you and not trying to tear your face off was actually a good feeling to have. He began to lean forward to try and get up, but something stopped him dead in his tracks. The girl was looking down, down at the bulge in his pants that had made him so uncomfortable having her on top of him. This was it, he thought to himself. This was the moment where she was going to scream in terror and slug him right in the gut. What he had known to be reality, however, took a back seat when it came to this particular female.

Rather than tear into him like a wild dog, Ai simply stared, almost as if she were curious about the tent that had poked at her thighs. Then, like some gullible child, she abruptly began to tug at his pants in order to try and free the beast within. "W...wait a minute," he muttered as she unzipped him. "WAIT A MINUTE!" he yelled as she tugged down on his trousers and exposed his semi-erect manhood to the open air. What the hell was this girl doing? Going by what she said, she took his discomfort quite literally and assumed that his erection must have been the source. But she couldn't be that airheaded, could she.

At least Ai was now getting up off of him...in the most slightest of ways possible. The angle she posed in front of him, it was as if she were positioning herself right between his legs, ready to lower the split in her body right on to his shaft. Though the thought of having his virginity taken in such a manner, Ken relented and began to back away, his pants struggling to stay up as he did so. In fact, when he backed all the way up to the wall, his pants were completely around his ankles. Nothing a quick upward tug wouldn't fix. "What do you think you're doing, huh?" the young man shouted to her whilst pointing his finger at her. "You don't just pull a guys pants down when he's feeling uncomfortable! That kinda thing's supposed to be restricted to the bed only. And even then, I've only known you for like five minutes. At least take the time to get to know me better before going for my junk like that."
 
By the time his pants were down, Ai was already taking his manhood into her hand, her soft fingers wrapping tight around the base and giving him a squeeze before he could jerk back from her, and his commands managed to finally bring her to a stop. She watched with unblinking eyes as he stood up, backing up from her the way he did. "... did I do something wrong?" she asked, for a moment sounding genuinely hurt and confused. He had said he was uncomfortable, and she was just trying to make him more comfortable... It followed a sort of logic. A sort of logic that came to a robot that had just smashed head-first through someone's ceiling. It... it wasn't terrific logic.

"... only the bed," she said. And with that, she was standing up and walking his way, and he would get the first taste of her inhuman strength as she picked him up directly off of the ground, her hands gentle but the pressure like that of a vice as she picked him up by his biceps and started to walk him back to his bed. "Know you better," she repeated again, setting him down firmly on the edge of his bed. Her hands went from his biceps to his shoulders as she pressed forward suddenly, pushing his back against the bed.

There she was again, straddling him, her hands settling onto his stomach as if this were the most normal place in the world to sit, completely paying no mind to the obtrusion between his thighs. "... tell me about yourself, Kensei Noragami. I would like to know," she said. It... wasn't quite a monotone. Instead, she sounded earnest, curious, almost like a naive child, but her voice was far too adult for any such thing. She was a woman, as every single part of her seemed to attest, especially the parts that she was pressing against him right then as she used him as a chair.
 
What Ken said would probably have made sense to even the dimmest of women, but the particular girl was dumb beyond belief...well, not exactly dumb per say, but she seemed to take everything he said literally. Case in point, Ai came to his side once more and as Ken looked on to see if there was finally a hint of logic in that thick skull of hers, he was lifted off the ground as if he were as light as a feather to her. "W...what the hell!" the young man yelped in surprise. Now he knew something was wrong with this girl. He was beginning to have a suspicion about her, but he couldn't quite bring himself to blurt it out to her. Besides, he had a more pressing matter to attend to and in quite the literal sense as she once again laid her deceptively heavy frame on his chest, this time on the bed.

She questioned him once more, wanting to know a little bit about the man named Kensei Noragami. He began to ponder what he should do then as he looked upon Ai's curious gaze. She might have been...different as far as women were concerned. But it was beginning to dawn on him that this was probably going to be his best oopportunity. It didn't seem like she was setting out to hurt him, so why not give it a shot. "Um...well...I'm eighteen years old. I live...alone. That's because my parents divorced and I didn't want to go through the trouble of going back and forth between them. I work at a cafè and...well...my best friend is kind of a womanizing pervert..." The young man stopped at that point fearing that he was starting to ramble on. But at least he was finally having a normal conversation with a girl. It was kinda nice, actually...
 
"Oh. You are lonely, Ken?" Ai asked, giving him a curious look until he brought up his best friend, the womanizing pervert. Hm. He lived alone... no parents... and she had just crashed through his roof. She might have been a very, very strange girl, but her intelligence was quite advanced. And just then, she felt bad. Felt bad that she had hurt this lonely young man's home. And then something seemed to come to mind, and she sat straight up, taking the pressure off of him some.

"Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?" she asked, looking up suddenly at the hole she had made in his house. "I am well-versed in domestic chores such as cooking and cleaning, entertainment such as song and dance, or if you would like, I can perform intercourse with you," she said with all the flair of a waitress announcing today's specials. Apparently, his earlier arousal hadn't quite left her memory yet, and as if to illustrate her point, she reached down between them, slender hand coming to rest between his legs, upon his hidden penis.
 
"Eh...lonely?" Ken replied with almost the same curiosity that Ai showed him in his response. He wasn't exactly lonely, at least not in the literal sense. He did have Souma and there were a few girls at school who could tolerate his presence, but when it came to wanting to achieve a relationship with a woman, it was probably the most accurate thing this strange girl let loose from her lips at that point. Speaking of which, his response seemed to trigger something in her. She actually eased up off of him a bit and, as if she had suddenly remembered how to speak like a normal human, explained the various talents she was capable of.

What Ai said at first actually made him somewhat interested. Amongst the many fantasies of women he had, he held a particular interest in maids and dancers. It would be nice to have some form of entertainment and an extra pair of hands when it came to cleaning his house. Then there was, of course, the bedroom talents. She didn't really need to explain that part as she had already demonstrated well enough her willingness to please him by any means necessary. Trying to ignore her soft hand on his crotch again, the young man instead tried to change the subject. "Well," he started, removing her hand from his crotch and holding it gently within his own. "If you really want to make it up to me, you could help me fix this roof. It gets cold this time of year and having a gap above my head won't help me keep warm at night, ya know? And since I think you mean well, maybe I could keep you around for a bit. At least until we figure out what you really are. Girls like you don't just come falling out of the sky, after all. How does that sound?"
 
It really seemed as if Ai's mind was somewhat one track. Namely, her hand didn't seem to want to leave his crotch, and he would find her curiously resistant to his touch. No matter how hard one pulled or pushed, it seemed like she was unmovable unless she wanted to be moved, short of having a team of burly men with a pry bar on hand. She seemed to be thinking about something, or more accurately, processing something. It had been on the backburner for a little while as her systems checked themselvs to make sure they were not corrupt. There were a few things missing, but they felt like intentional vacancies, like there was something she needed to learn... and it seemed to revolve around this young man.

"Kensei Noragami," she whispered in her quiet voice, looking at him with curious yellow eyes.

"... will need lumber to repair the roof. I can keep you warm tonight," she said, keeping one hand on his crotch, the other moving behind her. There was a quick zipping noise, and the suit was falling forward some, revealing a body of absolute soft, white perfection, her breasts coming free of the, ahem, quite clingy suit. Her hand gripped suddenly, not to his hidden member, but to the lap of his pants as her eyes remained fixed upon his.
 
It was amazing how much of a one track mind this Ai had. No matter how logical Ken tried to make things seem to her, the only concern she seemed to have was to make sure his body was well satisfied by her touch. Her hand was back at his lap again and she was acting all too eager to sleep with him or perhaps do something more. As he suddenly regretted not getting lumber from the home and garden store days earlier, the young man suddenly heard something coming undone with a zip. Before he knew it, the strange girl had left herself bare for him to see. And what a view it was! It was one thing having to gaze upon the bare buttocks or chest of a woman who would shortly kick his ass seconds later, but with Ai, the experience was far more pleasing to the eye than he could ever imagine.

It was getting to the point where Ken was almost willing to give himself over to the girl just so that he could get this whole situation out of the way and try to resume a somewhat normal life. "You...you're not going to stop until you have sex with me, aren't you?" He asked, his eyes shifting to one side as if he were struggling with the idea that was running through his mind just seconds earlier. "If you aren't...well...I guess I could let you feel me up for just a bit." That thought alone was enough to get the young man slightly tensed up. He was basically signing away his innocence to this young lady. If her attitude was any indication, she would be making him squirm under her touch very shortly.
 
Ai wanted to say it, as much as she could want anything. That she needed his DNA. But there were things that she was prevented from talking about, in case it might mess with the future. She needed his DNA to confirm who he was and that he was who they needed... and, well, there was certainly ONE way to test DNA, and she had been given a body that was very nearly as human as anyone's could be. She even had a navel, for as much as she didn't need one.

"Would you like my mouth or my vagina?" she asked, as upfront as she ever was as she slowly undid the zipper on his pants, hardly taking no for an answer now that she had gotten a single yes out of him. She was pulling his pants down his legs, giving him a beatific smile as she reached out again to wrap one soft, dainty hand around his shaft. For all that steel lurked beneath that flesh, one would think that her touch was as gentle as the daintiest, frailest flower for all that those soft slender fingers slid along the body of his cock.
 
"Mouth or Vagina?" God that sounded dirty. But then again, AI seemed to have no shame from the moment she met him. And, he did basically agree to this, so it would seem hypocritical on his part to go back on his word now. As Ken mulled over which orafice he was to give himself over to, he could feel the girl's hands going right to work on his pants. Since he pretty much forgot to button up the first time she undid them, there was no real problem for her to get them down to his knees and once again revealing his manhood to her in all its glory. When she reached out with her hand to grab the thing, he was almost afraid that she was going to crush it what with her insane strength. But where he should have felt a grip like a vice, there was instead a gentle hold as if one were embracing hands affectionatley. At once, the sensation shot into Ken like a bolt and he inhaled deeply almost on instinct so that this new, wonderful feeling wouldn't go away.

As she began to slide from the base to the glans, he slowly began to relax his body now that there was no fear of her ripping the thing off of him by accident. It felt so damn good and he didn't want it to stop, but he knew that there was more to come. Before he could become addicted to the feeling of this handjob, he blurted out suddenly and while gripping his bedsheets with his hands, "M...mouth..." almost shamefully. Ken knew what a blowjob was. He had seen it on those adult DVD's that he would borrow from Souma on occasion. He saw how once the guy's penis was inhaled by the woman's mouth the look of pure bliss on his face followed shortly by a dribble of semen escaping her mouth. That thought combined with the gentle caress of Ai's fingers on his shaft brought him quickly to attention.
 
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