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Julio felt that he was starting to understand how his new console worked. But that didn’t make him any less nervous about the gorgeous woman standing in front of him.
“You seem confused Julio. Do you need an explanation?”
Unable to do anything else, Julio nodded dumbly.
Smiling, Miranda sat down on the floor next to Julio. Julio tried to keep himself calm so he could listen to her. But Miranda had other ideas.
“Give me your hands.”
Holding them up, Julio watched as Miranda took each of his hands and put them on parts of her breasts, which Miranda moved around as if encouraging him to squeeze. Julio could feel the soft flesh underneath the leathery material. He imagined how it would feel to hold them without restriction, but he forced himself to focus first on the important situation.
“This should help you get more comfortable. What do you want to know?”
Trying to ignore the blood that was leaving his brain and going south, Julio started with the first obvious question.
“How are you here?”
“You activated the CRI feature.”
“Ok. Ok. And what does the acronym stand for?”
“Character Reality Interface,” Miranda explained. “It allows the machine to project a near-perfect copy of a chosen character into the same space as the user. You in this case.”
“Oh. Ok. Um, why can it do that?”
For the first time since entering his room, Miranda’s smile faltered.
“Julio, how much do you know about the console?”
“Not much apparently. I read the instructions so I could turn it on. But it didn’t tell me anything about going into the game itself. And I had no idea that you could come out of it,” Julio explained. “It’s why I was so freaked out at the warehouse. I thought I was going to be sitting here and playing a new level with you as a squadmate. I didn’t know I was going in there myself.”
Miranda frowned.
“May I see the instructions?”
“Sure, yeah,” Julio said as he quickly stood up. “They’re right… here!”
Grabbing the stack of papers off the floor, Julio handed them to Miranda. Who promptly stood up herself. As she opened the stack to read through, Julio wasn’t able to help himself. She stood not only with poise and grace, but also in a way that drew attention to her backside. And no matter how hard Julio tried to treat the situation seriously or focus on the issues at hand, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her delicious ass.
“Go ahead.”
Julio blinked and looked at Miranda.
“Hm?”
“I know where you’re looking, Julio. I already let you hold my tits. I’m not going to get upset if you play with my ass for a little bit. Go ahead.”
To entice him, Miranda shook and jiggled her ass. She grabbed a handful of her right cheek to encourage him.
Properly convinced, Julio stepped forward and took two handfuls. He squeezed and jiggled, trying to be gentle while also letting his fingers absorb all the softness and firmness.
While Julio had his fun, Miranda read through the instruction at blinding speed. She was a genetically engineered perfect human. It came with being able to absorb information much quicker than average people.
“This doesn’t list any of the machine's actual abilities.”
“Yeah, I read through it to set it up. I don’t know if the wrong instructions were sent…”
“... or if they were purposely withheld,” Miranda added as she tossed the pamphlet aside. “It’s troubling.”
She wasn’t wrong. Either someone didn’t know what kind of console they were sending to Julio’s father, or they did and withheld information. Either case had some unsettling connotations.
“Is there anything we can do about that?”
Miranda shook her head.
“I don’t think so, no. You could try to contact Sony, but I doubt you would get a clear response.”
“Why not?”
“If you weren’t aware of the capabilities, then the information isn’t publicly known. And without instructions, it is also likely that it is being withheld. Perhaps only the ones in charge of the company know. And neither of us can contact them.”
Just like in the game, Miranda’s logic was impeccable. She looked at all the details and laid out the reality. Which left Julio with one question.
“So what should we do?”
Miranda shrugged.
“If it’s all the same to you, I wouldn’t mind fucking you now.”
Julio’s spine froze.
“Wait really?”
“Don’t forget Julio, I exist for the pleasure of the console owner. I exist for your pleasure. So whatever you want to do, you need only ask.”
“Well, I mean…”
“Julio, you’ve been holding my ass this entire conversation. There is no need for you to be bashful.”
When she put it like that, it did feel like Julio was panicking just a tad much. If she was here to do whatever he wanted, why did he need to worry so much.
“Think I can get a kiss then?”
She shrugged. “Of course.”
Miranda leaned forward and left a quick peck on Julio’s lips. It was nice, her lips were warm and savory. But it wasn’t satisfying.
“You only asked for a kiss Julio. Was that all you wanted?” Miranda said cheekily.
“No. I… I want to makeout. Can you?”
This time, Miranda didn’t shrug. Her hand cupped Julio’s chin and drew him closer for the kiss. And this time, it lasted much longer.
Their lips were locked, flaying against one another’s. Julio had never kissed a girl before, so he was in awe of Miranda’s talent and at the mercy of her pace. She was a better kisser, giving him no chance to keep up.
Her grip on his hair tightened as she added tongue to the kiss, pushing him closer against her. Her large bust squeezed against his chest as she stole more of his breath, her tongue tasting more of his mouth.
Julio was outclassed, but he was a very eager participant. Miranda was dominant, but he had his fun by grasping her other asscheek with his free hand. He played with and kneaded both, feeling the leathery fabric and yearning for the soft flesh beneath. He even slapped them at points, feeling enamored by Miranda’s genetically perfect rear.
Just as Julio was about to lose his breath, Miranda pulled back. She took a lot of his saliva with her, leaving a trail between them.
“That is how you make out. Anything else?”
Miranda's hands were on his waist, keeping him close and sending shivers through his back. It left him rattled, and made him say the first thing on his mind.
“A striptease?”
Miranda's smile was smoky.
“I was wondering how long you would resist.”
She pushed him on the bed and began to undress.
It reminded Julio of the cutscene in Mass Effect 2. Only this was a million times better due to her being real. And in his room. And stripping for him in front of him.
Like in the game, she started by unzipping her top. She opened it, revealing her lacy black bra to Julio. It was a tight bra, hardly containing all the cleavage it stored. Seemingly enjoying his gaze, Miranda turned around as she shimmied her suit down past hips, sticking her bubbly, thong-clad ass out for him. She wiggled it around as she slipped her legs free and straightened her back out. She held her pose for a moment before spinning on her heel to face him once more.
“Well?”
Julio was frankly speechless at the little show he had witnessed. And the sight of half-naked Miranda Lawson (real and in his room) made words impossible to form. So he resorted to actions.
His brain on autopilot, Julio beckoned Miranda forward with one hand.
Seeing his instinctive action as boldness, Miranda chose to play along. But while Julio merely expected her to sit on the bed next to him, she took things much further than that. Julio’s face resembled a fire hydrant as Miranda sat on his lap, her chest pressing against his and her legs wrapping around his waist.
“You look adorable this way Julio,” Miranda said as she caressed Julio’s cheek. The overwhelmed teen gulped at the touch, struggling to breath and believe that any of this was real. But the character, no, the woman, his lap felt too real to deny. To ignore.
Miranda looked at Julio with a raised brow. With expectation.
“I’m all yours Julio. What do you want to do now?”
Fuck .
Julio wanted to do that, but he had no idea how to build up to it. He didn’t want to just rip off her underwear and slam into her. It sounded anticlimactic and mean to do. And he didn’t want her to feel like just a tool for him. Or just a talking sex toy.
But she was still looking at him so he had to say something.
“Can you… help me out of my shirt?”
Miranda seemed a little surprised, but her amused grin soon returned.
“Of course.”
Miranda tugged at the edges, and Julio held up his arms to help her take off his t-shirt. Leaving him in nothing but black sweatpants and socks.
“Anything else?”
Julio was about to answer. But then he took a moment to look at Miranda. To really look at her.
Without the technical limits of 2010, the full beauty of Miranda Lawson in 3-dimensional space was a sight to behold. The curtains in his room were closed, but the rays of light that did come in all highlighted Miranda’s face. Her sharp features, full lips, porcelain skin, and cool blue eyes came together like a renaissance painting.
“You’re so beautiful.”
For the first time since appearing in his room, Miranda seemed like she was taken off guard. Her eyes widened and her head reared back an inch. She had seemed prepared for everything when she appeared. Everything, except for a genuine compliment.
“I.. thank you, Julio,” she said slowly after a pause. “But compliments are unnecessary. I’m just a digital amalgam meant to please you. You don’t need to worry about my emotions. You don’t need to think of me as real.”
“Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t,” Julio said as easily as breathing. He also took the time to kick off his sweats and socks. Leaving him in just boxers. “It doesn’t matter to me what you are. You’re beautiful.”
Time stopped in the room for a moment. The older artificial woman sat in the teens lap, unable to grasp the sincerity of Julio. But what she could grasp was that she liked it.
Abandoning all pretense for seduction, Miranda grabbed Julio’s face and stared into his eyes. She closed hers as she kissed him even harder than before. Her tongue was wrestling with his within seconds. And Julio, being a teenage boy, couldn’t help but let his hands roam.
Her hair, back, legs, ass, and tits all had his fingers leaving trails across them. He couldn’t help but feel every smooth, soft inch of her milky skin. He wanted all of her.
And she didn’t fare any better. His compliment had unlocked parts of Miranda she didn’t believe were supposed to exist. She had a hunger, a fire in her, that burned to have Julio just as much.
The only difference was that she was programmed with more experience than him. It was why her hand slipped inside his boxers before he even considered slipping into her clothes.
She felt him groan against her lips, which pleased her immensely. Only to be confused when he pulled back.
“Wait…”
“What is Julio? Do you not want me anymore?”
The question bothered Miranda more than she wanted to admit. Thankfully, Julio swiftly shook his head.
“No! No, I… I’m just worried. I do have neighbors. They don’t bother us, but…”
He didn’t want to be caught, which Miranda caught on to quickly. She was smart like that. And she also had an idea.
“Want to go to the lounge then?”
“Lounge?”
“Right. You weren’t given information,"Miranda recalled. “The lounge is a special area in the console created for the player and unlocked characters. There are no battles or challenges there. Only privacy.”
Julio’s eyes lit up, which Miranda found to be quite cute.
“How do we go there?”
“Come here. I will show you.”
The TV was still turned on along with the PSXV, so it was a simple matter of finding the controller and selecting the right options. Underneath the username on the top right, Julio had to go to extra options and select the third option.
GO TO LOUNGE
Julio felt a familiar sensation when he selected the option. Only this time he wasn’t alone.
“Oh!”
Emboldened by the promise of privacy, Julio picked Miranda up in a bridal style. The older woman was surprised, but not negatively. She quickly wrapped her arms around his head and pressed her lips to his as the console began to absorb them.
As two broke apart molecularly and went to a new reality, they were thoroughly distracted by each other’s flesh.
Since it had already happened to him before, the sudden jump from his reality into digital space was not as jarring for Julio the second time around. The only difference this time around was the load he was carrying.
A soft, warm, voluptuous load that kissed him the entire time they were assembled into their new environment.
Julio’s eyes quickly scanned the lounge. True to its name, it was a comfortable area with a red carpet, scarlet walls, velvet chairs scattered around, a lot of closed doors, and a big crimson couch.
Julio didn’t bother examining the lounge beyond that. He had a half-naked woman in his arms he wanted to please, and the couch was the closest place he could do it. He immediately set her down and went back to kissing her. For the first time, he was on top.
Miranda didn’t mind at all. Having Julio on top gave her the chance to feel his body as he ravished her. She existed for the sole reason of being used by him, and she felt no problem being objectified as long as it was him. Anyone else, even Shepard, would have gotten a bullet or a biotic blast for treating her like a sex toy. But Julio… Miranda could sense that he would abuse his privilege. So she would allow him to enjoy it.
And enjoy it he did. When he broke the kiss to get air, the first thing his hands did was rest on her breasts. Even though she had her bra on, Julio felt and kneaded the mounds like a child with a new plaything. And while he lacked subtlety or technique, she appreciated his enthusiasm over her body. So much so that she chose to help him.
Pushing back his hands for a moment, Miranda lifted her spine and reached behind her back. It only took her a second to unclasp her bra, but she didn’t remove it.
“Do you want to do the honors Julio?”
Even though he had seen her naked in a hot tub not even an hour ago, Julio was already beet red in the face. A mixture of uncertainty and overexcitement was written all over his wide-eyed face. Miranda thought it was cute.
But Julio, desperate not to mess this up, took a quick breath and tossed Miranda’s bra aside.
“ Goddamm .”
Julio had seen her tits before, but this situation was a bit different. He was a much more active player this time. He was expected to do more than just sit back as she sucked him dry.
And he had to act. As beautiful as she was, and as absurdly erotic as the situation was, Julio couldn’t freeze. He didn’t want to ruin the mood.
Gently grabbing the loose undergarment from one end, Julio dropped it off the side of the couch.
Seeing them again, the perky milky mounds with pink tips, made Julio’s self-control falter. He couldn’t help himself from getting handsy with Miranda’s chest now that he had full access. He fondled them as much as he wanted, his fingers feeling the hard nipples in between them.
But Julio’s greed was increasing the more Miranda enabled him. He didn’t want to just see her tits.
“Turn around please.”
Having an idea of what he wanted to do, Miranda obliged. “Since you asked nicely.”
Her back turned to Julio, the young man took a moment to drink in the glorious vision. Her back was as smooth as the rest of her, with the muscles and lines of her spine painting an elegant picture. Looking further down, Julio’s nearly drooled at the sight of her ass in the black thong. A beautiful round and bouncy rump with only a piece of black fabric covering little of it.
A fabric that Julio tugged and pulled down her legs.
Laying on her stomach, Miranda looked back at Julio with smoky eyes. While the players hands were busy pawing at her cheeks, she was feeling her own arousal build up. She didn’t know if it was the console itself forcing her to be excited, or if Julio was simply doing this to her himself.
But once Julio was bold enough to slap one of her cheeks, it didn’t matter. He made her groan with stinging glee, and she wanted things to get moving.
“Take me,” Miranda whispered as she lifted her hips. Her ass was presented to Julio like a gift. One he couldn’t believe was offered.
“Are you sure Miranda? I thought some women found this demeaning. And isn’t it soon?”
“I don’t feel pain the same way a human woman would. Nor do I feel demeaned. And it’s not too soon if you want it,” Miranda said quickly with bated breath. And just to tempt him further, she added, “And besides, don’t you want a nice treat for your birthday?”
She shook her naked lifted ass, killing any concerns Julio might have had. Pulling down his sweatpants and boxers and kicking off his socks, Julio stroked his dick as he grabbed a hold of Miranda’s hips. Kneeling behind the woman on the couch, Julio aimed his rod at the best point of entrance. He knew some things were off, like the fact that he was going in dry and for his first time.
But a woman had offered him her pussy from behind, and he was too weak to refuse.
Letting out a slow breath, Julio began pushing his length inside Miranda’s entrance.
And immediately, it felt like someone had set him on fire. Every molecule of his body exploded in a rapture he had never known before. It didn’t matter if the woman he was inside of was made of code or not. She felt real, and his body reacted accordingly.
“That’s good. That’s very good Julio,” Miranda let out in raspy breaths. “Now start moving.”
‘Yes ma’am.”
With a giddy smile, Julio pulled out slightly from Miranda’s warmth. Not a lot, but enough to lose some of the heat he had come to love so quickly. But then he quickly shot himself back in, releasing a sigh from him and a mewl from Miranda.
It was her sounds specifically, her whimpers and wails, that got Julio to find a rhythm that worked for him. It was the best, being very quick and lacking technique to hit all of Miranda’s spots, but it worked for the former virgin to find his own footing. Miranda hardly minded, simply enjoying the cock in the back of her cunt.
His hands holding on to her hips like safety bars on a train, Julio pistoned in and out of the woman’s rear lips, heaving the entire time.
For his first time with a woman, Julio lasted an impressive amount. Almost ten minutes. But the loss of his virginity was recent, making it so his climax was inevitable.
Groaning, Julio felt his release spill out before he was able to stop himself. His fluids shot inside of Miranda, shooting out of his tip in plentiful streams.
Even though she didn’t cum, Miranda couldn’t say she was unsatisfied. The whole point was for Julio to enjoy himself, and his abundant semen inside of her was a good indicator that he had.
But when she turned back, she didn’t see Julio with a smile. He looked disappointed.
“Julio, what’s wrong? Was it not good for you?”
“No, it was great. It’s just… too quick,” Julio explained, not looking Miranda in the eye. “I finished too soon. You didn’t even cum.”
Miranda blinked at his reason. Then she chuckled in amusement.
“Julio, the point is for you to be satisfied. If you cum, then the console is performing as intended.”
He was not looking convinced, so Miranda turned around and hugged Julio. Her chest pressing on his was a good way to distract him from dismay.
“Besides, time works much more slowly here. We have plenty of time for you to learn how to last longer. And how to do other things.”
That drove Julio out of his little funk. His genuine smile as he looked at Miranda filled her with more delight than she anticipated.
“Awesome.”
Two hours. It took two hours before Julio had exhausted all of his energy. In the real world, this would amount to about ten minutes. That gave them plenty of time to go for more. So for the time being, the two settled with cuddling on the couch.
Miranda had never been much for cuddling. Even with her past lovers, there had been a degree of distance between them. In fact, she rarely stayed around after they were done in bed, either because of work or her own insecurities.
But Julio wanted to stay, and she wouldn’t deny him.
Besides, it gave them time to explain the other things Julio needed to know.
“So anytime I play a game and unlock a woman, they’ll be brought here? Is that indefinite?”
“It is, yes,” Miranda answered, impressed by Julio’s vocabulary. Which, if she had to guess, was why he used the word. “In fact, the room will expand in size and comfort to accommodate all the characters you unlock. The more of them you bring, the more things you can add.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself? The menu should be available to you by now.”
Having been too distracted before to think about it, Julio focused on his right hand. And rather than call for a menu, he focused on one. Tried to summon one mentally.
It seemed to be easier in the lounge than in the game levels, because a rectangular screen appeared next to his fingers.
On the screen were a variety of options. Among them were “Characters”, “Customization”, “Outfits”, “Backdoor”, “Games”,“Inquiries”, and “Exit Console”.
On the top right corner, it seemed to have a currency count. It seemed that unlocking the console and getting Miranda constituted 15000 credits for a start.
When he picked Characters, Miranda was the only one that popped up. Fitting, given her status as the first.
Customization was more than Julio expected. It wasn’t just for himself, but for the Lounge itself. Since he had come in only wearing boxers, the console offered different options based on his tastes. Mostly just shirts and jeans. But for the room, he was able to add a lot more to it than expected.
He could change the color of the carpets and wallpaper. He could even change the style of the carpet. He also had the option to add more stuff to the room that was already the size of a broadway theater stage. These included a water fountain for hydration for the characters, a digital food bar, a desk for some reason, and… a hot tub and stripper pole.
All together, the five items cost around 11000 credits. It wasn’t a small amount. It would bring him down to just 4000 credits to do anything with until he got more by either giving the console real money or going to more games. Which he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do yet.
So he really should have put more thought into it before selecting and buying all of them. Making him cringe at himself.
Looking around, Julio and Miranda saw the different items spontaneously appear in the lounge. The fountain and food bar were in their own corner, while the desk appeared attached to the wall not too far from where the couch was.
The hot tub materialized near a black door Julio just noticed. If he had to guess, that was probably the backdoor that was mentioned earlier.
As for the stripper pole, it was in the very center of the lounge, visible to all the doors, the desk, and the hot tub. Anyone who used it would be seen by everyone. A lot of the velvet chairs were placed around it.
It was the pole that Miranda took the most notice of.
“Couldn’t help yourself?”
Julio blushed bashfully. “No. Not really.”
Smiling at his blush, Miranda gave Julio a peck on his cheek to comfort him. But she also stayed close to his ear to whisper.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind at all. In fact…” She whispered in a smoky voice, getting Julio excited again. “We can break it in if you want.”
Julio’s eyes shot up. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t want to waste a purchase. And besides…” She got very close to ear. “It would be the least of my talents. I can show you what I can do.”
An extra nibble on his ear and Julio shook his head rapidly. Smiling, Miranda grabbed his waist to keep him from leaving too quickly. They did need to do something first.
“Can you go to outfits please?”
Opening the menu, Julio saw why Miranda wanted the option picked. While her normal and loyalty mission jumpsuits were already unlocked, there were a lot of other choices to look through. These included leggings and a sports bra as gymwear, a black bikini and a gold v-shaped thong swimsuit, a schoolgirl outfit, office lady, and a sexy black dress.
Julio looked through the options, and then he made a choice that was more forward-thinking. He chose the office lady suit: A white shirt that was unbuttoned enough to show Miranda’s cleavage, a black jacket, black pencil mini skirt, black thigh highs and heels, and a pair of glasses that looked sexy on Miranda.
Initially confused, Miranda got an explanation after Julio chose an outfit for himself (red shirt and black pants) and kissed her.
“I can’t wait for you to take that off.”
Leaving a smiling Miranda behind, Julio walked to the pole and checked to see if there was anything else. There was a monitor connected to the small stage, which seemed to be meant for music. For Julio, there was currently only one option: Callista. The song for Afterlife, for all the dancers in Mass Effect 2.
Setting the song to play, Julio sat on one of the comfy velvet chairs and waited for the show to start.
His body went stiff the moment it did.
Miranda was a woman who knew how to use her body. As an agent of Cerberus, it had been a tool to let her access information and get targets to vulnerable positions. As a digital amalgam meant to pleasure a teen player, her job was now to put on a show he would never forget.
She did an excellent job from the beginning. The sway of her hips, way her hair flipped, and her hands all over her curves went along excellently with the techno song playing. And the entire time, her eyes remained firmly on Julio.
His hands gripping the arms of the chair, Julio swallowed some saliva to help his dried out throat. His pants already had a tent in them, but he refused to look at or touch it. He didn’t want to miss a second of Miranda’s performance.
A performance that picked up steam when she unbuttoned her jacket and let it hang off her shoulders. Julio waited for Miranda to move on from the jacket and toss it aside, but she didn’t. She hinted at it constantly, tugging the jacket at many points before pulling it back on. The suspense was something she used to distract Julio. Make him wait for the jacket to keep his eyes where she wanted them
His focus elsewhere, Miranda turned around and continued playing at removing the jacket. But while her back was to him, she discreetly unzipped her skirt.
Smiling, Miranda turned back around to Julio. She saw his eyes embiggen when the fabric around her legs descended to her feet. Moving one foot and kicking the other, Miranda sent the skirt into Julio’s hand. The boy hastily gripped the garment, never letting Miranda out of his sight.
Continuing the show, did a twirl on stage that helped her sneak out of her heels. While she certainly could continue the show with them on, she’d prefer to avoid the aches later. And besides, the next part would be easier without them.
In a show of flexibility she rarely used, Miranda did the splits right on stage, astounding Julio. But the part that really got him was when she reached for her right foot in front of her, grabbing hold of the thigh high. And with one swift motion, she removed the black garment. Leaving that leg completely bare.
Standing back up, Miranda lifted her left leg to her head, laying against the pole. And with one hand over her shoulder, she ripped the other legging off in one motion.
Tossing it aside, Miranda drank in Julio’s bedazzled appearance at her bottomless body. His adoring, salacious eyes fanned the flames inside Miranda. So she made an aggressive move and tore her shirt open. The buttons went flying, ignored by all as Julio's focus went right where Miranda wanted it.
A classy black brassiere covered Miranda’s chest, her jacket and shirt now hanging loose from her shoulders. Her shapely legs were completely bare, her womanhood covered only by a black thong.
The prurient sight made Julio’s new pants too restrictive. It was actually hurting him to ignore the erection Miranda was causing. Not helped by the fact that she went back to dancing.
Jumping on the pole, Miranda began to spin around and round, her body moving to the rhythm of the techno beat. Her hands let go of the pole, having her pivot around the pole with just her legs holding on. With her skills and training it was nothing.
So she moved to a harder maneuver.
Getting off the pole, she balanced herself on her hands. Her legs wrapped around the pole for her to keep balance.
And then she started to shake her ass.
That was when Julio couldn’t take it anymore. In a real club it would be sexual harassment, and he would get a record. But he was inside a video game console, and Miranda already assured him that anything he wanted to do was fair game.
Including loosening his pants so that his cock would get out and breathe. With the way Miranda was looking at him with smoky eyes and shaking her ass in that black thong, he couldn’t stop himself from stroking himself for relief.
Seeing that cock out of his pants had a similar effect on Miranda. She wasn’t thinking like a Cerberus agent anymore. Or even like a dancer.
As she crawled away from the pole and off the stage, her body swayed and moved like a predator stalking its prey. Her eye contact with Julio did not bend in the slightest. He sat and watched as Miranda slinked her way to his chair.
When she reached him, her hands rested on his thighs and her face stopped only an inch away from his throbbing member. She gave it a quick kiss, causing Julio to shiver.
“What do you say Mr.Macia? Up for more rounds?”
Julio took off his clothes in response.
Their second marathon didn’t last as long as the first, but Julio and Miranda were very satisfied as they lay on the floor of the lounge. Neither of them had a shred of clothing on them, being content to share their naked heat.
Well, Miranda was content.
Julio on the other hand…
He had just had sex with a beautiful older woman who was designed to place his pleasure above her own. And as thoughtful and considerate as Julio could be, he was still a teenage boy who now had a body as perfect as Miranda’s to play with.
It was why Miranda’s ass was red from so many grabs and spanks, since he couldn’t keep himself away from it. The same went for her equally perfect bust, which Julio’s other hand was busy alternating between.
Of course, Julio had warned her what he would do beforehand, making sure she wasn’t opposed. And Miranda accepted his requests, being unable not to. But also because she genuinely enjoyed the look on his face as he enjoyed her flesh. Many men in her game world (and even some Asari women) only saw her as a prize. But Julio, despite his rights over her, wasn’t a dictator to her. He asked what she wanted, asked for consent, and tried his best to not abuse her.
And he was so far succeeding. Even if she would prefer to relax, him being handsy wasn’t an inconvenience. He was hardly worse than some of the targets she had seduced for Cerberus in the past. At least he had actually satisfied her.
The feeling of Julio’s tongue on her nipple took Miranda out of her thoughts. Looking down, she saw a mess of black hair and a swirling pink all around her right breast. Her eyes closed when his mouth closed around it, sucking on her like a starving babe.
Two two stayed like that for a while. Julio sucking her tit and squeezing her ass on the floor, while Miranda was happy for the attention. When he pulled away, Julio only had one thing to say.
“You’re incredible.”
Miranda didn’t know why, but compliments from Julio simply felt different. Truer. Deeper. More valuable. Even praise from the Illusive Man or Shepard (man or woman) had never come close to making her feel as content or joyful.
She was about to wrap her leg around Julio and invite him for another round, but she was stopped when he pushed her on her back and got on top.
“Let me try something for you. Ok?”
Miranda blinked. “For me?”
“Yeah. You’ve already done a lot for me. The hot tub. The dance. Seems fair I try something for you.”
Miranda was going to ask what he wanted to do, but was quickly distracted when he kissed her lips. She expected to have him use his tongue, but instead he moved to kiss her chin. Then her neck. And soon he was trailing kisses down her chest.
That was when Miranda realized what he wanted to do.
It was far from Miranda’s first time, but she could still feel heat rising in her core. Perhaps it was because this hadn’t been done to her in some time. Perhaps it was because Julio was doing this for her when he didn’t have to. Or maybe it was because it was him .
In any case, she felt her anticipation rise as Julio’s head lowered. He kissed her breasts, her stomach, nibbled her hips a bit, and stopped right in front of her womanhood. She could see that he was nervous.
“You can do this. You can do this.”
He needed encouragement, and Miranda would happily supply if it meant he would act faster. He got her excited, and she wanted him to take responsibility.
“ Juuullliiiooo… ”
Drawing out his name in a moan, Miranda saw the way his body shook. He was desired by her, and he knew it now. Hence the smile that overtook his face.
Without any fear remaining, Julio started by kissing Miranda’s pussy.
Miranda’s breath hitched- in a great way. His eyes darted to her face, and he kissed her again, a little more firmly this time, and she pulled in a shaky little breath.
She’d done this with others before. She’d done it for work and pleasure, and yet she’d never felt this good before.
He kissed her again and again, warm little kisses that caressed her sex in a dizzying way, and she flexed her hips toward him for more. With every kiss, every delicate press of his mouth, she could feel her pulse go to heights she could never recall. Heights that made her spasm against his face.
Then he started using his tongue. And her mouth came loose.
“Oh GOD! Julio…”
Miranda’s legs reflexively wrapped around his neck and her hand went into his hair, keeping him locked in a wonderful place. And Julio took hold of both her asscheeks under her lifted hips. It gave him better access to her womanhood, and it made him resemble a starving man eating a fruit that he wished would never end. Which was close to the truth.
He was licking her lightly now, even flexing her hips up toward his mouth. She gasped and tightened her fingers in his hair, and then she was bucking her hips toward his mouth as though she was fucking his tongue, and he was gripping her ass and sliding his slick hot tongue over her clit.
Miranda released gasp after gasp, finding it impossible to keep a single breath steady. Every lap from Julio’s tongue sent jolts across her nervous system, making her body hard to control. Not that it mattered to her.
Hell, she wanted more. She wanted Julio’s tongue on her clit forever. She wanted this feeling to never end. She wanted..she wanted-
It was coming and she couldn’t breathe, she was going to-
“AH!”
Miranda came with a gasp. Her womanly fluids leaked out soon, spreading all over Julio’s face.
Julio didn’t pull away immediately. He took the time to keep licking Miranda. Not only to take away as much of the taste as he could, but also in the hopes of helping her settle. She did seem overly stimulated. Once he did pull out, he did so with a smile.
“How was it?”
Miranda didn’t even look at him. Her breath was ragged, and her eyes lazily stared at the ceiling. Her exhausted state was something Julio took as a victory.
Along with the screen that popped up at his left.
Congratulations! Satisfaction Achieved! Stim Packs Unlocked!
Suddenly, a new bar of text appeared on Julio's screen, named Stim Packs. Opening it, Julio read that they were meant to refill his energy once he was feeling tired. And they would be refilled each time he took a woman to completion.
Smiling, Julio saw that he had twenty now available.
He thought of using one now, but he saw Miranda sprawled on the floor, completely spent. It didn’t seem fair to just use her like that. Especially since she couldn’t participate with him.
So instead, Julio leaned down next to her and asked something that was on his mind.
“Hey Miranda?”
“Yes?”
“Is there a way for me to go to other games?”
Julio saw her frown for a moment. But then a teasing smile appeared on her face.
“Tired of me already?”
“No!” Julio answered quickly. “Not at all. But you look tired, and I don’t want to force you to keep going. I was thinking that if I went out, I could bring someone back and let you have a break. And some company for you too. I can’t stay here forever.”
Miranda blinked and then nodded. She seemingly accepted the explanation as she sat up. Hoping to make things easier, Julio sat next to her and let her rest on his shoulder.
“Your menu. There should be an option called Games.”
Remembering it from before, Julio selected the fifth option from his menu. Once he did, a whole new screen opened up. One that showed every Playstation game he had ever played, and all the games that was available for him to use. He had a lot of options.
“So I pick one, and it’ll do the same that it did before? Make a new level and have me meet the new woman?”
“Don’t forget that you’ll have to survive the level,” Miranda added. “Each new level will have its own obstacles and challenges.”
“And I just have to figure out how to live through it?” Julio asked nervously.
“Don’t worry. Sony would not release a product if they thought it would kill consumers. Dying in the level will either send you back here or back to your room,” Miranda explained. “You will also be able to keep the ability you gained in previous levels. So you will keep the biotics.”
To Julio, that certainly made things seem less impossible. Having basically space telekinesis sounded like it would be helpful wherever he went. Now he just had to make a choice.
Which was easier said than done. There were a lot of games he had played over the years, and a lot that were available for him to try out. A lot of them seemed fun, and some interesting to visit.
Worst of all, almost every game had attractive women attached to them. It was said that sex sells, but it also made it hard to know where to go.
Julio took his time, taking minutes to decide the best game to continue his journey. All the while, his hand was on Miranda’s hip, holding her close for warmth.
After some time, he made a choice.
“This one.”
Choosing a game and character to pursue (with Miranda raising a teasing brow at his choice), Julio saw his screen close. And moments later, a glowing white door appeared on the wall of the lounge not too far away.
“I walk through there, and I’m in the game?”
“Exactly. Yes.”
Taking a deep breath, Julio calmed himself.
“Better get ready then.”
Reopening his menu, Julio looked through the outfits available to him. He settled on a black shirt with matching pants, with red sneakers on his feet. He hoped that he wouldn’t stand out too much in the game world.
He saw Miranda head to the clothes she had discarded by the pole earlier. Deciding to have some fun before leaving, Julio grabbed her hand.
“Not so fast. I have a different idea for you.”
Going to Miranda’s outfit, Julio chose the black dress he had seen before. A loose, shiny black dress with ample cleavage, a bare back, and slits that went up to her hips, showing plenty of leg and leaving little of her rear to the imagination.
“I wondered how long you would resist this one. How long do I wait for the bikini?”
Taking a second to admire Miranda in the dress, Julio grabbed the woman into a deep kiss. He could hardly resist groping and fondling her, making sure to get a good last taste.
“We’ll save that for when I come back. Might have ideas for the hot tub or pole by then.”
“Don’t forget the bedrooms. You can use them if you want any private time with any of them.”
Miranda lifted her legs, the smooth skin caressing against Julio’s stiff thighs.
“Or me, if you want to see me rip off this dress.”
Grinning like a lottery winner, Julio shared his tongue with Miranda for a full minute before backing away. He had a mission he chose, and he wanted to complete it. He had plenty of time inside the console before his father came home, and he was going to use it.
Crossing to the other side of the white door, Julio embarked on the next step of his sensual journey.