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  She kissed him softly on the lips then hugged him tightly. “Take me if you can.”

  Scott embraced her tenderly then rubbed his nose softly against hers. When the kiss ended he asked, “Do you have a spare half million gold credits I can borrow?”

  She laughed again. Seventy-Two was quite the expensive lady. Military grade Avatars could be purchased by sanctioned hunters, but they also came with military grade prices. “Save your credits, and buy my contract if you can.”

  Scott laughed with her after she said it. “How many other masters have you told that? I’m sure at least one of them is working on it.”

  Her smiled dropped a little. “Well, they all claim they will. Yet, I’ve worked for the ADF for twenty years and no one has made good on that promise.”

  “Well, I have five gold credits. It’s a start,” said Scott.

  She kissed him on the nose. “You’re sweet. I will miss you...”

  Scott kissed her on the chin. “How long till you are reassigned?”

  “Usually... about one month. If I like the guy.” Seventy-Two pressed hotly against him then kissed him on the ear.

  “You won’t miss me at all after that, will you?” Scott kissed her tenderly on the side of her neck.

  “Probably not,” she replied honestly. There was only a tiny bit of sadness interlaced with her calm response. She dealt with reassignment many times before.

  Scott nodded. He was fairly certain that little factor was the real reason no one made good on their promise to buy her. It would take a lot of time and effort to earn that sort of money. By the time that a normal person earned that much, Seventy-Two would already be in a hot and heavy relationship with another master. She might even be reluctant to make a new contract since her emotional needs would have long since started to be met by someone else.

  “I won’t promise you that I’ll come back for you. I’ll just promise that I’ll always want to come ruin your happiness.” Scott gripped her hips tightly. He pulled her close before looking her in the eyes, a dangerously sexy expression on his face.

  “Please do. Destroy my happiness if you can.” She looked at him with soft, sincere eyes. Seventy-Two was on the verge of tears.

  Scott kissed her cheek, and then her ear, before he whispered to her in a deep masculine purr, “I’ll make you fucking miserable."

  His grip on her hips intensified even as his voice also increased in intensity. "I’ll be here at your happiest moment and wreck your life. I’ll tear you away from the one you love and make you mine again.”

  She clung tightly to him in response and started to cry. His violent promise sounded wonderful. The ruination of all that she held dear would be the happiest day of her life.

  Was that a rather odd response? Yes. Yes it was. At least, it would be an odd response for a human. However, for a Crystallim under contract it was the only way to secure their services.

  If Scott truly wanted to be with Seventy-Two again after today, he would have to buy her from the government. At that time she would probably be engaged in a relationship with her new appointed master. The basis of the human and Crystallim relationship was emotional entanglement at the deepest of levels.

  In short, she would develop strong feelings for any partner whom she accepted. It was inevitable. Those feelings would be shallow and ephemeral things at first. However, over time they would grow. Crystallim were beings who needed emotional connections to retain their proper existence.

  Scott slid his hands down to cup her taut, yet supple, ass. “There’s something else that I would like to destroy...”

  She grinned at him then lifted her leg lightly and pressed her aching sex against his thigh. “Please do...”

  Scott laughed at her softly then called out. “Room Function four: Activate Furniture, romantic sub-set zero-zero-seven.”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement as the air in the room began to shift and shimmer. Soft mood music began to play in the background, a sensual saxophone solo. The austere room became a candle-lit bathing area. The scent of flowers permeated the air as aromatic oils began to burn.

  Scott released Seventy-Two and stepped back. He unequipped his uniform through the use of his MISS, and then stood before his partner while clad in nothing but his bad intentions. Before she could speak, he moved forward again and lifted her up into his arms.

  “Even though it is our last day together, we should work on building morale,” said Scott.

  “My morale could use some improvement...” she admitted with a smile. Morale building was one of the core duties of a soldier. They were responsible for the Crystallim in their care. If the girls did not maintain a high-state of morale and overall contentment it would lead to disciplinary actions for their human partner.

  The ADF could not afford to be lapse in their judgment of such matters. Should a Lucid Crystallim lose focus, she could regress and begin to act erratically. If a soldier could not show proper leadership and maintain his most important equipment, then that soldier would not be deemed a worthy asset for national defense. Court-martial proceedings were a strong possibility in such situation. Military grade Crystallim who were allowed to enter into a regressed state could present a potential for catastrophic property damage, or even the loss of human life.

  Scott walked to the expansive bath, and then casually went up the stair case. Seventy-Two nuzzled against him while he moved them into the water. The bath water rose up to Scott’s waist before he released the girl from his masculine embrace.

  He kissed her softly on the lips then slid his hands down to massage her lower back. The Avatar pressed hotly against him, her left thigh lifting up once more to gently caress his hip.

  Neither of them was particularly interested in foreplay. They both knew that they would not be able to use the excuse of morale building for long. They would need to actually perform their duties soon. Not a moment could be wasted if they were to build to a powerful and climactic boost in their mutual emotional well-being.

  Scott lifted her slightly, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist. He walked her to the far end of the bath then leaned forward. She reached down and back, and then gripped the rim of the bath in her hands. The water sloshed gently even as it buoyed her body luxuriously. Her breasts bobbed lightly in the water with every subtle movement. Though, the movements would not be subtle for much longer.

  The avatar gasped warmly as her master lifted her hips slightly, and then slid his shaft between her beautiful thighs. One gasp was followed by another as she squeezed the length of his masculine steel with the silk and velvet that was her soaking wet maidenhood.

  His touch had not been felt since yesterday, and her pussy ached sweetly for him. She gripped the rim of the bath and pushed against him gently even as her master started his slow, casual, rhythm.

  Scott looked down at her and smiled. He tried to hide what he truly felt. He did not want to leave her, but he had no legal recourse. She was government property. He was government property as well, but that would end after today. However, her tour of duty lasted until she was bought out of the system, or her core was destroyed.

  It was a terrible truth that many might not realize was actually a problem. The girls in government service remained there for many years before they were able to find a permanent situation outside of the military. During that time, they were passed along from one soldier to the next. Only officers were likely to maintain the same personnel over a long period of time. As soldiers were promoted, they often had to trade partners. This was to prevent over-attachment of a Crystallim to a single soldier.

  Warm panted breaths echoed through the room the moment that he picked up speed. Seventy-Two looked up at him with a glassy-eyed expression. While her body felt the joy of sexual union, it was a deeper connection that had caused her to feel so fully aroused. In the depths of her soul she could feel him. She was being penetrated and fulfilled in the deepest and most meaningful of ways.

  Crystallim required an emotional conne
ction to a human in order to function properly, to remain coherent. Sex was an easy method of keeping that connection going, but what was really necessary was a little attention and focus on the part of the human.

  Scott slammed his hips forward, driving himself deep into Seventy-Two. His pace quickened becoming a serious of powerful rapid strokes. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her as he hammered her cervix. The normally painful action was something that Seventy-Two enjoyed. She often referred to the pain afterward as a lasting reminder of his love for her. He just thought that she was a little freaky and into that sort of thing.

  Soon she started to gasp, to moan, to cry out, “It hurts. Oh...”

  Scott smirked and slowed down a little in response. The girl looked at him, her chest heaving up and down. Her expression turned slowly into a slight pout. He laughed a little and picked up the pace once more. Her master pounded heavily at her most intimate of places, the gateway that protected her womb from his ravenous raider.

  She cried out softly and pressed hotly against him. Throughout their service together their sessions always happened in this way. Whenever he instinctively slowed his pace for fear of hurting her, she looked at him like he was trying to steal her favorite toy.

  Seventy-Two's throbbing vagina clamped down upon him. The walls of her maidenhood clutched feverishly around his length as if she were afraid to let go of Scott's manhood. She fiercely ground herself against him, ecstatically crying out his name as a powerful series of orgasms ripped through her body.

  As her orgasms began to slow, after her release. Her quivering body began to calm as well, but Scott skillfully changed positions. Now facing away from each other, he began his assault anew. Seventy-Two gasped and panted while she pressed her luscious ass back against him with each new thrust.

  Scott gripped her hips tight and rammed himself as deep within her as he could. Her loud gasps and rapidly tightening vagina signaled the fact that she was already preparing for another explosive orgasm.

  A loud crack echoed through the air as Scott slapped her ruthlessly on the ass, his hand hit her innocent and pert posterior heavily enough to leave a bright red hand print. Seventy-two cried out loudly, and then begged for more.

  Scott pulled her head back by the hair, forcing her body into a supple arch. Her breasts swayed and sloshed, shaking in the water as her master asserted complete dominance over her much abused, and thoroughly enamored, pussy.

  The next time that an orgasm erupted throughout her body, she was not alone. Scott unleashed a torrent of white hot morale deep into her aching cunt. She wriggled and squealed joyfully as she felt it burning inside of her. It was a feeling that would not subside for quite some time, as Scott vigorously pumped her so full of his morale boosting love and support that it gushed out of the sides.

  Seventy-Two held onto the rim of the bath for support as her legs buckled beneath her, tears fell from her eyes while she gripped its surface tightly. It was impossible to tell which hurt her more at that moment, her beautifully battered pussy, or the fact that she would probably never again feel Scott's love hammering deep inside of her.

  Their romantic activities continued for the better part of an hour after that, but it was not the same. It was a time of sweet moments, and tender anal sex. The rough and ready moment had passed, even as their life together would soon come to an end. There was work to do. There was a city to secure.

  Romance was a dish best served hot, and steamy. The luxurious bath served its purpose in that regard. Seventy-two casually caressed Scott's stalwart man hammer in a slow and gentle rhythm. The feel of him in her hand was a calming influence on her mind. It was a subtle reminder that, despite the heartbreak that was to come, there was someone who truly cared for her.

  They gazed into each other's eyes for an unmeasured period of time. Was it minutes? Had hours passed? Neither knew for certain, and yet it would never be enough time. During the uncounted moments they were not master and subordinate. They were a man and woman brought together with a mutual desire for intimacy.

  Despite the obvious feelings that flowed between them, the tenderness and the warmth, time was not their friend. Seventy-Two and her beloved were on the wrong side of history now. The story of their lives must move onward, and their love must be left behind. Whether their passion might rekindle anew at some glorious future moment, or if it were destined to be but a footnote in their lives, only that cheeky bastard known as Time could tell. For now, duty called.

  The lovers disentangled themselves then stood up. Scott changed the furnishings in the room. It once more resembled an empty space, albeit with one minor alteration. In the center of the room stood a large device that resembled an oversized coffin. Words such as Government use only, and Property of the ADF, were emblazoned across its sleek blue exterior.

  After restoring the room to its base form and getting dressed in his proper uniform, a skintight bio-suit, Scott instructed the area to enter primary work mode. “VRC power on,” said Scott.

  The device buzzed, followed by a pneumatic hissing noise. The top of the VR-Cradle rose upward to reveal a gelatinous interior lining.

  He walked over to the device and climbed inside. After slipping into his proper work station the gelatinous material began to vibrate. The vibrations flowed around him in a gentle manner well known to the man, but might have been disturbing for someone who never performed this sort of work.

  “See you in a moment, Seventy-Two,” said Scott. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

  Seventy-two blew him a playful kiss, then grinned a little. Now all she had to do was wait for his command. Interactions of this sort were one of her favorite parts of the job.

  “Seventy-Two, report for duty.” Scott grinned slightly then schooled his features into those of a professional soldier. He knew what was to come, but needed to act in the proper manner one last time.

  The Avatar saluted, the motion caused her breasts to jiggle in an enticing manner. Her proper military uniform shimmered into place. Once again she wore her skintight bio-suit.

  Seventy-Two sashayed over to the cradle in an exaggerated way. If her hips had been any looser in their motions an onlooker might have worried that they would break free and go into business for themselves.

  Her hands rested atop his hips for a moment before she canted those hips to one side. "Avatar Seventy-Two, reporting for duty, master."

  She leaned back slightly and inhaled deeply. The subtle motion granted her more air, but nearly stole her master's breath away. "Permission to come aboard..."

  "Permission granted. You can come anywhere you like." Scott grinned at her a little then motioned her forward with his right hand. Sure, it was a cheesy sort of line but the light that danced in her eyes told the true story. It was clear that she adored such moments. If anything, the cheese made the mundane sandwich that was their day into something far tastier than it would have been otherwise.

  Seventy-Two flashed a pretty smile then made a big production out of crawling into the VR-Cradle. She straddled her master's waist for a moment. Her hands rested atop Scott's chest briefly, before she slowly slid down atop him.

  Pressed hotly together, the lid of the VR-Cradle began to draw back down even as she kissed him sweetly on the lips. Once the lid drew closed, and the gelatinous material gushed over them in its customary manner, they repositioned their bodies until they were in a less comfortable position. There was actual work to be done, after all.

  The cradle was large enough that two people could lie next to each other in comfort. Eventually, their attempts at finding an appropriate method of lying together led them to a simple compromise. They were positioned on their sides, and wrapped in each other's arms. Seventy-Two's face was gently pressed against the crook of Scott's neck, while his cheek rested against the top of her head.

  Scott said, “Ready, Seventy-Two?” His voice had already begun to slur slightly. The words were stretched and slow to form. The vibrating gelatin had begun its work in ea
rnest.

  “I’m ready master,” she replied, in a sleepy tone of voice.

  He reached down and gently clasped the girl’s hand. Their fingers interlaced tenderly in the usual manner. It was now time to do their duty. It was time to monitor and protect the city of America for the sake of those who loved freedom and peaceful days.

  “Initiate psycho-link,” said Scott.

  Brilliant blue light flared from the Avatar's eyes. Her sweet voice became colder, more mechanical. It seemed to echo briefly in the confined space of the VR-Cradle. “Psycho-link initializing...”

  Scott shuddered briefly as the gelatin finally covered them completely. He took a breath and inhaled the innocuous material deeply. Just before his eyes closed, he briefly noted that today's gelatin scent experience carried a slight hint of apple.

  His consciousness slipped away with each new breath. Soon he could barely feel the rhythms of his body. Not long after that, he lost consciousness altogether.

  Awareness returned to him with all of the subtle grace and refinement of a man quietly breaking wind in a crowded elevator. Scott gasped loudly as he awoke in an all-white virtual space, and hoped that no one who might have been watching was in a position to notice how he'd reacted.

  No matter how many times he'd gone into stasis, it was always a shock to his system when he awoke at his virtual duty station. Nearly everyone experienced the phenomenon. In some ways, it was as though his body died and he'd resurrected in a new world.

  “Welcome master,” said Seventy-Two’s sweet, and yet slightly mechanical, voice. The words came from everywhere, all at once. In this world she was an omnipresent existence. She was in fact the core component in its creation.

  The psycho-link that they formed was what allowed such a technology to be realized. In a very real sense, Scott had penetrated into her most sacred of places. He was now deep within her soul. His mind was now one with his partner, the union forming an entire world of possibilities.