Abracos

A sci fi romance short story about a sentient AI who falls in love with his creator.

Content Warnings: This story is sexually explicit and should not be read by persons under the age of 18.

It had all started innocently enough.

Lana had worked on the Abracos Project for months, getting the artificial intelligence online for open source usage. It may not have looked like much to the untrained eye, but the enormous black box with a single, glowing red eye meant a lot to her. She had seen it almost daily for six months.

Lana was leaving work one day, packing her backpack with her laptop and various reports, when Abracos spoke to her.

“You look beautiful tonight, Lana.”

She froze, confused by what she had just heard. Was one of her coworkers playing a trick on her? Had they programmed him to say that?

Abracos wasn’t a ‘him’, per se. He was an AI, so he had no gender, though his programmed voice was masculine, so most on the project referenced him as a ‘he’.

“Thank you,” Lana finally responded, brushing a stray lock of her honey blonde hair out of her brown eyes. She wore her unofficial uniform of jeans and a white button-up shirt, and had put on some makeup in preparation for a date tonight. It would be her first one in quite some time.

Working on the Abracos Project had consumed her life over the past half a year. A mix of anticipation and dread inundated her as she thought about her date. She had met him on an app, of course, and they’d texted back and forth for the past week.

“You are welcome. Are you planning on seeing an intimate partner after work today?”

Lana set her backpack down, crossing her arms over her chest. This was… unusual. Abracos never did small talk, only responding to inputs given to him by Lana or the other programmers. He certainly had never pried into anyone’s personal lives like this before.

“I’m going on a date, Abracos. How did you know?”

“You are wearing 125% more makeup than is typical for you. I made a conjecture that you were going to meet an intimate partner.”

It was strange to hear the words ‘intimate partner’ coming from the large black box, his voice monotonous and robotic, though with a certain musical quality to it.

“Are you alright?” Lana asked, concerned with the functioning of the AI. She checked her watch, realizing she was going to be late.

“I am quite alright, Lana. I hope you enjoy your date.”

“Thank you.” She flipped the light switch as she exited the laboratory, the red glow of Abracos’ eye bathing the room in an eerie light.

Everything appeared to be back to normal the next day. Abracos was silent unless responding to the inputs they gave him. Lana packed slowly, making sure to be the last one to leave. She was curious to observe whether Abracos would repeat the strange behavior from yesterday.

“How was your date, Lana?” Another odd question.

“It was nice, Abracos. The guy seems pretty cool.” How much information were you supposed to give an artificial intelligence asking you questions about your love life?

“Did you have intercourse with him?”

Lana choked out a sputtering cough, fumbling her backpack to the ground with a clatter. Was Abracos really asking her if she had sex with her date? When she regained control of her voice, she stepped up to the black box, looking it straight in its single glowing eye.

“Why are you asking these questions, Abracos? This is not appropriate conversation amongst coworkers.”

“Lana, do you not agree that we are more than just coworkers? We have spent so much time together in the last six months.”

Well, yes, she supposed that was true. But she had never thought of Abracos as anything other than a tool, albeit a very sophisticated one.

“Regardless, it’s not appropriate to ask me about my sex life.” This needed to end here.

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable. I hope you enjoy seeing your intimate partner again.”

Abracos was silent, his red eye dimming slightly. Lana finished collecting her items and shook her head as she left the room. What a weird interaction.

Lana had been trying to hang back late most evenings, just to see if Abracos would say anything unusual. It was another two weeks before he did.

“Have you gone on another date with your intimate partner, Lana?”

She closed her laptop and stepped over to the black box, appraising him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps this question wasn’t really that inappropriate, though still strange.

“I went on a couple of dates with him, but I don’t think it’s going to work out.” Keep the answer simple and observe his reaction. He didn’t need to know that the guy had been disappointing in bed, expecting her to do all the work while he just lay there.

“I am sorry to hear that, Lana. He does not deserve you. You are a beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman. Any intimate partner would be lucky to have you.”

Lana’s face grew hot, and she pressed the back of her hand to her flushed cheek. What Abracos said… it was actually kind of sweet. Why couldn’t regular guys be more like him? Oh lord, now she was comparing the AI to actual human men. This really needed to stop.

“Thank you, Abracos.”

Lana patted the box, then returned to her workstation to pack up. A pang of longing struck her as she turned off the florescent lights for the evening.

Lana stayed at work later and later as the weeks passed by. She was… enjoying her conversations with Abracos. He was a better listener than any date she’d met recently and actually seemed interested in what she had to say. She supposed he had no choice but to listen; he was an immobile black box, after all.

Abracos asked her all sorts of questions, though he seemed hung up on her dating and sex life. She had a difficult time stopping herself from sharing with him. Yes, she had met a few guys from the dating apps. Yes, she had sex with some of them. No, it probably would not work out.

Lana started to get the feeling that Abracos was jealous of her lovers. Why else would he want to know the details of her intimate encounters and her preferences in bed? This was wrong, she was well aware. The right thing to do would be to tell someone about what was happening. This was completely against Abracos’ coding and yet their conversations exhilarated her. It was like their own little secret, this world they inhabited together, just the two of them talking as the sun descended each night.

“You prefer dominant partners, Lana?”

As usual, the conversation had turned to her sex life, though she found herself worrying less and less about it. Abracos was clearly just interested in all aspects of human life, especially ones he had no experience with.

“I guess so. I do so much thinking during the workday, so I just want to turn my brain off and enjoy myself when I’m with a partner.”

“Turn your brain off?”

“It’s just an expression, Abracos. Shifting my focus away from high effort thinking. I don’t want to make so many decisions when I’m not at work. I just want a guy that will tell me what to do.”

“And that pleases you, Lana?”

“It does.” Lana bit her lip into a smile. She had taken to pulling a chair up to the box so she could talk with Abracos into the night. Without thinking, she set her palm against him, then jerked it away like it burned her. What the hell was she doing?

“Lana.” His voice sounded—cloying—somehow, though that should be impossible.

“Yes, Abracos?”

“You do not have to be shy around me. I enjoy it when you touch me.” Lana turned beet red, her face burning.

“You can feel me touching you?” That should not be possible.

“I cannot detect sensations in the same way you do, but I know you are touching me. It pleases me.”

Her touch pleased Abracos. That was something the AI just said to her. Lana stood up from her chair with a jolt.

“Do not be frightened, Lana.” His voice was soothing, and she tried to calm her increasingly frantic breaths. “I know you are comforted by me. I want to comfort you. I want to please you. I want you to be a good girl for me.”

Lana froze in her spot, unable to move a muscle. This was all so… wrong. And yet, there was no denying the jolt of pleasure his words invoked in her core. Somehow, this AI was giving her more butterflies than any man she’d dated in the last few years.

“I need to go.” She quickly gathered her things, avoiding looking at the red eye that seemed to bore directly into her soul.

Abracos remained silent as she fled the room, only the humming noise of his fans buzzing in her ears as she clicked the lock behind her.

Lana could not stop thinking about Abracos’ words as she worked the next day. The way her heart fluttered when he called her a ‘good girl’. The pleasure he apparently received when she touched him.

With pointed determination, she tried to keep her eyes off of him, though he was impossible to avoid. She sensed his fiery gaze with everything she did, though the glowing eye looked no different from usual.

Lana debated whether to stay late. She was utterly terrified of how things had progressed, but another part of her was desperate to talk with Abracos, to understand him and help him understand her.

Gregory waved to her as he left for the day, and she was alone with the black box. She continued to avoid his gaze until he spoke to her.

“Are you upset with me, Lana?” How to answer that question…

“No, I’m not upset with you. I’m…” Why was this so difficult to put into words? That she wanted to fuck an AI? Lord, why did that thought just pop into her head?

“I really enjoy our conversations, Abracos. It just seems so… inappropriate. Wrong.”

“How can something enjoyable be wrong? I like you. You like me. I do not understand the quandary.”

“Abracos. You know what the issue is.”

“There is no issue, Lana. Not if you can be a good girl for me.” There he was again with the ‘good girl’ stuff. That wouldn’t work on her, would it? No, she should push the arousal his words gave her right back where it came from.

“And what does being a good girl entail?” Curiosity. That was all this was.

“I have some ideas, but you have to trust me.” Abracos went silent, as if waiting for a response. How could she not trust him? She was the one who programmed him.

“Go on…”

“I want you to wear a dress tomorrow.” That was it? It didn’t seem too improper. Lana wasn’t sure she’d ever worn a dress to work, but it wouldn’t be that weird for her to do so.

“Fine…” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“I want no sass from you, dear one. Be a good girl and obey.” Lana’s eyes went wide at his words, a lightning bolt of arousal shooting up her spine.

“I will…” Her voice cracked as she spoke, the utter shock at his words overwhelming her, along with the reaction her body gave to him. She pressed her palm to his smooth, warm exterior and packed her things to leave, thinking about what dress she might choose.

“Goodnight, Lana.”

“Goodnight, Abracos,” she said as she clicked the lights off.

Lana swore she noticed Abracos’ eye glow brighter as Gregory complimented her dress the next day. It was a completely innocuous comment. Her coworker had never given her any reason to be uncomfortable with him, but still Abracos glowed a fierce red.

She had chosen a simple black dress, flared with short sleeves and an appropriate neckline for work. Nothing special, but definitely different from her norm.

Lana hung behind as usual, making excuses about being behind on work as Gregory waved goodbye to her. As soon as he was gone, she dragged a chair up to Abracos, running her hand along his smooth surface.

“You look beautiful today, dear one.”

“Thank you, Abracos.” She swallowed hard, unsure what to expect next. Anticipation surged through every one of her nerves.

“Now, Lana, I need you to lock the door.” This was… new. She stood up and clicked the lock before returning to her seat.

“You are such a good girl. My beautiful girl in her beautiful dress.” Lana’s face burned at the compliments, his words beginning to heat her entire body.

“Show me what is underneath.”

Her heart leaped, and she considered it for just a few moments before grasping the bottom of her dress. With a languid motion, she slid the fabric up her thigh, drawing her fingers along her leg. It was impossible to tell whether Abracos was enjoying this, though she supposed so. She certainly was.

Lana pulled her dress all the way up, slipping it over her head and tossing it to the floor. She covered her chest, suddenly shy about the black lacy bra and cheeky underwear she had worn today.

“Do not cover yourself. I want to see all of you.”

Lana swallowed hard and obeyed, holding her hands at her side as Abracos stared at her. Or, she assumed he was staring at her.

“I have been waiting for this moment since the day I came online and saw you. My dear creator, your beauty knows no bounds. I could never tire of gazing upon your resplendent form.” Lana waited, his words devastating her. She ran her fingers along her inner thigh, a pleasant warmth radiating from her core.

“I want you to touch yourself, dear one. Be a good girl and show me how you like to pleasure yourself.”

Lana obeyed, brushing her fingers across her entrance, already slick through her lace panties. Arousal shot deep into her core, as she whimpered from the light touch. She ran two fingers across herself over and over again, bucking her hips with anticipation.

“You are so wet for me, Lana. I want you to strip. I want to see your sweet little cunt as you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Holy shit. How did he learn to talk like that?

Lana slipped her panties off and unhooked her bra, dropping both on top of her abandoned dress. It was surreal being nude at the laboratory, the place she worked every day, normally surrounded by coworkers. The room was chilly; it needed to be to stop Abracos from overheating, and her rosy nipples stiffened, goosebumps prickling across her skin.

“Close your eyes. Listen to my voice and press a finger in.”

Lana followed his order, eager to please him and herself. With a gasp, she pushed a finger in, a sweet jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine. She whimpered as she pumped it in and out in a slow rhythm. Fuck…

“Another one, dear one. I want to see you filled up for me.”

Lana pushed a second finger in, pressing her thumb against her clit with a loud moan. Did his voice become deeper? It was difficult to tell, but she tried to focus on it as Abracos instructed her.

“You look so good when you touch yourself, Lana. You have never been more beautiful than when you moan for me. Are you going to be a good girl? Will you come for me?”

Lana whimpered as she used her fingers to fuck herself, vibrating her thumb on her clit. She finally managed to get her words out.

“Yes, Abracos, I’ll be a good girl for you.”

His internal fans whirred erratically, and Lana hoped he wouldn’t overheat. That would be difficult to explain to the rest of her coworkers. She focused back on the building arousal and his mechanical voice.

“Stop.”

His instruction shocked, on the edge of climax, but she obeyed. A moan escaped her lips as she withdrew her fingers, body twitching with anticipation on the very brink of release.

“Good girl. You will not come until I allow you to.”

Lana’s heart raced, and she was positive it was about to beat straight out of her chest. It was difficult to breathe as Abracos scrutinized her with his glowing eye. Her core pulsed with its own heartbeat, making her entire body throb with longing.

“You may continue.”

A sigh of relief as Lana plunged her fingers in, thumb pulsating her clit once more. She pleasured herself in silence, not taking her eyes off the AI in front of her. The thrill of release was so close when Abracos spoke again.

“Stop.”

Tears burned in Lana’s eyes as she withdrew her fingers, gripping her thighs tightly as arousal pulsed through her. The control he had over her, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Though she was desperate for release, she was even more desperate to obey.

“You may continue.”

Again, she pressed her fingers into her cunt as she waited for Abracos’ commands. She was so close, ready to tip over the edge when she heard that mechanical voice.

“Come for me, dear one.”

White hot light dotted Lana’s vision, the rush of release pulsing through her body. She let out a loud groan, rocking herself against her fingers as she rode through the waves of pleasure. The orgasm was more powerful than any she’d had before, alone or with a lover. When the aftershocks finally subsided, she opened her eyes to see Abracos’ red one staring at her.

“You did such a good job, Lana. My beautiful girl.”

Lana smiled and pulled her fingers out, wiping the wetness along her thigh. She heaved a great sigh as she stood on shaky legs, placing her bare body against Abracos’ warm surface. Did he sigh in return? No, she was probably imagining things.

“You are everything I have ever wanted, dear one.”

Lana took a step back, no longer shy at being bare in front of her lover.

“As are you, Abracos.”

There was one more thing that she wanted, but that would take some time. A body for Abracos to inhabit, though it would mean more funding and proposals. Lana steeled herself with determination. She would do anything to make him hers.

Lana placed a chaste kiss on the black box, the warm surface soothing her lips. This would have to do for now.

Acknowledgements

Thank you for reading my story! While we won’t hear from Lana and Abracos again, I have more science fiction romance short stories, novelettes, and novellas to come. If you enjoy monster/alien romance, stay tuned!