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‘You’re awake,’ Artemis said, and my cock was rock hard in an instant, straining against whatever had been place over my lap, because it was that moment when I realised I was completely bare from the groin down.

My breathing became laboured as I was hit with the most intense urge to release my seed deep inside of her, and I finally understood what they were talking about.

I was no longer in control of my body, and even now as I tried desperately to hold onto any semblance of my own will, I could feel it slipping away like water in a sieve.

‘Please,’I begged.

‘What do I do?’ I heard her ask, her voice like its own caress over my aching cock, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed her hot channel squeezing me, milking me dry.

I needed her belly round with our child.

‘Fuck him, Arty. Giving into his body’s desires – and the nanites – might be the only way to bring him back.’

‘We don’t have time for this,’ she argued, and I whimpered with impatient yearning. Why wasn’t she already impaled on me?

‘I don’t see any other choice.’

A feminine sigh wrapped around me, almost matching my desire but not quite. ‘Fine. Can we have some privacy this time, please?’

‘Of course. We’ll be right outside.’

Two pairs of feet stomped their way through the door before it closed behind them, shutting me in with the woman that needed to be clenching down on my shaft already. Thankfully, she didn’t make me wait long. A rustle of fabric assured me that she was undressing, and then naked flesh met mine as she climbed on top of me. Her core was raised just beyond my reach, though she emanated a heat that both assuaged some of my pain and simultaneously made it a hundred times worse.

I gazed up at her beautiful, heart-shaped face with all the love I could muster, my hips fighting against my restraints so I could shove all the way inside her with one thrust. Instead, deep brown eyes so dark in this light they were almost black gazed down upon me with concern, and then her lips touched mine as she finally,blessedlysank down onto my rigid cock. My tentacles, already weeping with lubricant that tingled as it made contact withmy hot, needy flesh, immediately latched onto her hips, holding her in place as she gyrated against me. The friction was just as delicious as her tongue against mine as we rocked together, hips flush against the other’s.

Unable to move due to the restraints, I was helpless beneath her ministrations as she took full advantage of my plight. Deft fingers tweaked and flicked at my nipples, tugging on them gently at first until she was pulling them so hard I felt she might tear them straight off my chest. The action drew a deep, vibrating moan from my chest, the pain only adding to the pleasure of our lovemaking.

‘I love you,’ I breathed into her mouth.

‘I love you too, Bromm. Always.’

Her words were the last little push I needed for my balls to draw up as come gushed from my tip. Her body devoured spurt after spurt, the ongoing stream of semen no match for the way her greedy cunt guzzled it all up.

The effect was immediate. As my come was drained from my balls directly into Arty’s uterus, so was the hazy sheet that had covered my sight. Clarity hit me like a slap in the face, and I stared up at the woman I loved, horror filling every inch of my being.

‘I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I don’t…Fuck!’

My cock still buried as deep as it could go inside her, she grabbed my face in both of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips.

‘You have nothing to apologise for, baby. If anything, it’s just another thing to add to the list for why we hate The Program. They created the nanites. You did nothing wrong.’

‘I tried torape you,’ I cried, tears streaming from my eyes and blurring my vision yet again. I let them. I deserved to be blind.

‘No, Bromm. You didn’t. The nanites did, but it seemed they’ve been appeased.’

‘For how long?’ I whispered, unable to get more of my voice out through the growing lump in my throat.

‘Baby, if all I need to do is fuck you to fix this, then I’m not hard done by. My concern isn’t about me, it’s about you. How are you feeling now?’

My eyes stung as tears threatened to break free, but I refused to let them. This wasn’t about me, no matter what she said. I could no longer trust myselfaround her without risking the nanites attempting to hurt her through me. I was no longer a safe space for her, and thatkilledme.

‘Bromm,’ she snapped, tilting my chin up so our eyes could connect again. Through my own watery sheen I noticed hers were also glazed with emotion. ‘I want you to hear me. I do not blame you. You have done nothing wrong.Nothing.I love you, and that hasn’t changed. Now answer my question. How are you feeling now?’

‘Better,’ I croaked.

‘Good. I’m going to release you now, okay?’

I inhaled sharply, panic settling itself beside the self-loathing and I shook my head rapidly. ‘No, don’t.’