Page 92 of GlitchBorn Heart

I see it. She wants to be furious with me right now, to spit fire back at me, argue about how she feels nothing for me. But instead her scowl folds into something more delicate.

Desire.

Like she’s ready to give in to me. I give her the ghost of a smile, one I keep in reserve for moments when tenderness just won’t do. “Do it. Act on it, Taiyō.” I knot her hair in my hand and pull her head back, opening her neck to my lips. I slide my tongue up, lingering at her jaw, just shy of her ear. I’m breathless, falling to pieces just being this near to her.

She remains still, unsure of trusting me with her feelings. I lighten the moment a bit. “Play a game with me then. Tell me what you want me to do to you right now.” I let go of her hair, my hands sliding the image of her jacket down her shoulders, gently.

Her holo-body shivers at the motion, synthetic fabric catching and falling in slow detail. Her eyes look up to mine innocently for reassurance. I can see her breath fighting to remain steady.

For a second she looks alive and very much human. Not a cluster of rendered light and coded senses. I want to pat myself on the back for the brilliance of my coding, but right now, I have more pressing issues that need my attention.

Like worshipping her.

The way her jawline juts out, the way her hair escapes and clings to her shoulders. The impulse to strip the rest of her clothes off is rising in my chest.

She bites her bottom lip and inhales sharply. “A game? With you?” She looks down at our bodies, mine completely bare and hers about to be. I continue removing her holo-generated-clothing and let it drop out of the frame. When I reach her breasts, my mouth finds the roundness of her nipple. Gods, she feels so real.

“I’ll play with you, Kael Ryudon.” Her agreement is breathy, the words barely escaping her throat.

My pulse skips. I won’t rush this. I’m going to savor every moment she gives me with her. I promised her I would not cross the line of intimacy until she’s whole again. But I can sure as hell make her feel how good it could be between us.

Our lips meet again. “This game is called rook takes queen.”

“And here I thought we were going to play doctor.” She pulls away only a second to run her hands down my body. “Challenge accepted.” I can see the fury melting, dissolving, giving way to need. “You made me into this, Kael. Show me what your little holo-creation can do.”

She doesn’t believe me that I coded her to give pleasure and feel pleasure like a real human woman. Playful, daring. The real Lyra begins to come back to me with each kiss. “Those stars you curse on, Taiyō? I’m going to make you see every last one of them as you come for me.”

“You think so?” There’s a giggle behind her edge, coy and flirtatious. “I’m not real, Kael. If you want to shatter me, you’ll have to try harder.”

Everything I do from here will be an exercise in pleasure solely for her.

My fingers go to her panties, and I give them a gentle tug, just enough to slip my hand inside the illusion of lace fabric. The holo-threads part, and the image of her responds, as if the light itself inhales. I slide my fingers back to front, stroking her wetness. She gives me a little moan. “First move, rook checks queen.”

She feels hot and deliciously wet for me. Not cold as one would expect, and certainly not the flat warmth of rendered skin, but something that answers back to me. I know it shouldn’t be possible. A hologram shouldn’t feel this good. And yet she does.

Fuck, I’m good at what I do. No wonder the PleazureHolos have been such a huge success.

Another small moan escapes her lips, making my heart skip a beat. “That feels so good...how?”

I slip a finger into her. “I don’t just write pretty pixels. I gave you all the properties of a PleazureHolo.” Two fingers now, just to drive my point home. She gasps. “And I used your own power, EchoWeaver, as the code for sensation. You’re amplifying everything”—deep inside her, I curl my fingers—“I do to you.”

She breathes in, mouth parted, digging her nails into my back.

“Tell me what you want, Little Taiyō. Anything. I’ll make it happen,” I whisper. “Say the word, and I’ll give you the rest of me.” My mouth brushes the wetness of her lips, so close, so dangerous. I watch the way her pupils flare gold as her magic ignites.

I slide my fingers deeper, feeling the simulation clamp and bloom like a responsive flower. Her body contracts with sensation. She’s panting, breathy and utterly human. I slide my fingers in and out, the motion so violent she shutters. The sensation feeds back to me like a current, an echo in the architecture I built. It’s not the same as touch; it’s better. Amplified. Much more focused.

Intimate in a way a flesh-and-blood encounter sometimes isn’t. I’m already hard again, pressing my cock against her as I fuck her with my fingers.

She closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and breathes my name. “Kael.” Pleasure courses through her soft synthetic skin. Her magic pushes back, delivering a burst of trembling pixels that scatter throughout her entire body, causing her to glow brighter.

My name again. It detonates something feral in my chest.

I watch the way her jaw moves, the way the holo-light tightens around her breasts. The system pings again and logs a large spike of energy.

DATA OVERLOAD

LINK confirms what I already know. She’s close, her climax building. I make a mental note to never delete that log file and to replay it daily.