What's Love Got To Do With It?

We slept for a long time I think, exhausted by what we'd been through. I finally woke up, needing to make toilet. Carefully disentangling myself from Echo, I slid off the bed. My limbs were still weak, but they seemed to have recovered at least to a degree, so I managed to stagger over and use the bucket in the corner.

When I climbed back in, careful as I was, I woke her.

"Sorry babe," I said.

"It's okay," she replied. "I need to go too."

"Let me help you," I said.

I supported her, maybe she supported me, as we, wobbly legged, made our way over to, the bucket. Then held her close as we both made our way back to bed. Of course, the feeling of her soft skin made me rampantly horny again. No doubt she felt my aura, because when we were back in bed she smiled, kissed me, and moved her hand down towards my cunt.

"No," I said, stopping her. She looked surprised. "I owe you so much. It's my turn."

"But..." she started, but I'd already slid down her body. "Ohh," she said, as I licked her sweet pussy. "Yes!"

I used my tongue on her, working it as hard as I'd ever done, slowly too, using all the skill that I'd garnered in my thousands of years, making her moan and writhe as I brought her, finally, to an enormous, orgasmic, wailing, shuddering climax.

I climbed back up as she was recovering, panting, sweating.

"Echo," I said to her, as I wiped the perspiration off her brow and gave her a kiss.

"Yes?" she panted, stroking my hair and smiling at me.

That look, one of pure innocence, an innocence forged in depravity, violence and brutality, possibly changed me forever. I'd never known such a feeling.

"I love you," I said.

If you know me, and by now maybe you do, a little, then you perhaps would know, or begin to guess, what this statement meant.

In my tens of thousands of years I don't believe I'd ever said this to anyone. Even in my very first life, when I was living on my home planet, I was never this emotional. I vaguely remember doctors saying I was incapable. And yet, here, in this dire, green walled place, with a personality that had been forged from torture, abuse and suffering, I had found someone so innocent, so sweet, that she had managed to capture my heart, which, FYI, I didn't believe I had.

And her response was typical. She just giggled and pulled me close.

"I know," she said, and kissed me.

We kissed long and deeply, and as horny as I was, and believe me, it was a LOT, I didn't want to break it off.

But eventually, she pulled back. "Oh fuck, you need to be seen to," she gasped.

She wasn't wrong, my aura was filling the world with huge, pink waves of lust.

With a little laugh, she moved her hand down my body, slowly teasing my pierced nipples along the way, making me wail with desire. And then down to my pussy, which was so wet you could have used it as a shower.

Her fingers went up inside me, and I cried out at the feeling.

Still laughing, Echo rolled me onto my back and kissed me, her spare hand caressing my body, making me buck and quiver as her other one pushed into me, massaging my cunt in such a way that the ecstasy was almost pain, which was also pleasure.

"Fuuuuuucckkk!" I cried, as my body was overwhelmed. My consciousness seemed to leave my flesh and float outside it, enveloping the world around me, flooding the environment with desire, with lust, with sexual longing.

It lasted a minute. It lasted an eternity, but when I finally came, it was if I had transcended onto a plain of Nirvana.

Nothing, ever, had prepared me for this.

~

That pretty much wiped us both out. Neither of us were really recovered from the whole egg laying affair even, so we slept again, holding each other close.

Of course, this state of bliss wasn't to last. We were both jerked awake when the door slammed open.

"Follow." Our ever chatty sologram stood there looking at us. For a moment I wondered if it somehow had developed feelings, but then it turned and started to walk away.

"Here we go again," I said to Echo.

We slid out of our bed and, hand in hand, managed to make our way along, after the solo. It wasn't easy. Both of us were hungry, and still not recovered from the whole being-suspended-for-who-the-fuck-knows-how-long malarky, but we managed even so.

We were led along the, by now familiar, passageways, and then into a room that was furnished, for a change, with various seats, tables and cupboards.

An apparently alive human, a female of about forty was waiting for us. She was amazingly tall, and was dressed in a dark red suit.

"Put these on," she said, as we entered.

Instinctively I caught what she threw. It was a dark red dress. Admittedly, it was a thin thing, sleeveless, low cut around the chest, and it barely reached my thighs, but it was more clothing I'd had on since I'd arrived here.

I climbed into it, and then turned to Echo, and stopped.

I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but sometimes a person wearing something is even more sexy that someone naked. And this was pretty much the first time I'd seen Echo wearing anything more than a bra band and panties.

And it was HOT.

I moaned, and my legs went weak at the sight of my girl in a skimpy, low cut, super short, dress. It had to have been the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Do you like it?" she asked, giving me a twirl, which gave me a flash of her cute ass.

I tell you now, if I'd have been a male I'd have been hard as a rock right then. I didn't think I was capable of such lust so soon after my mammoth affair just recently, but she turned me on like never before with that little display.

"Ohh, stop that!" the woman who had given us the dresses ordered, although rather weakly. My aura was doing its thing.

Before I could act on my desire, and it was a lot of desire, the sologram grabbed my shoulder and hustled me out of the room. Echo followed of her own accord. I think the woman was on the floor, fingers up her cunt by then.

We were led to a transport and impassionately thrown in. I landed on a long, not very comfortable seat, and Echo slid in behind me.

"Are they sending us back?" she asked, as we huddled together.

I was still dazed, and simply kissed her back as a reply. Echo, in turn, lifted the front of my skirt, parted my legs and kissed my pussy with her tongue until I was screaming.

I guess the driver was automated. If it had been an organic, we'd have crashed.