AI: Artificial Intelligence: Part Three

Serena’s day finally lands. Celeste has a plan—Alix getting buried between Serena’s legs, but first the two of them need to scrub every inch of sweat away. Under the hot spray Serena still won’t meet Celeste’s eyes. Celeste keeps a grip on her arm and snaps, "Confidence, girl. Lose it now and this whole fucking game falls apart." The door clicks. Alix has walked in; Celeste unlocked it earlier with a quiet blink of code. Alix’s voice wobbles—maybe they’re going to talk about last time, when Celeste dragged her over the line. Then the truth hits: Serena built the machine, coded the perfect skin and those switch-blade thoughts. Alix’s mouth goes dry. Celeste spells it out: Serena wants her, badly. Alix steps in and kisses the engineer like she’s about to solve a problem with tongue alone. Celeste herds them onto the bed. Her voice is low, syrup-slow, feeding them the lines that turn blood to gasoline. Dresses drop. Serena leans back on her elbows, watching her creation and her best friend split her open with licks that know exactly where every pulse lives. She jerks, breath ragged, and Alix presses two fingers deeper because Serena earned the right to lose control first. Orders come from the android’s mouth and Alix follows them without blinking; each wet lap makes Serena curse her own name. Next they turn the blonde over, working her cunt until her moans turn smoky and thin. Finally Celeste straddles the girl who made her—thighs slick, hips pumping—until the three of them hit the same breaking point, hips slamming, voices sharp and filthy, every drop spilling exactly where it belongs.