**The Collection**

The hum of the ship’s engines was the only sound as I floated through the dimly lit corridor, my boots magnetized to the floor. The station was supposed to be abandoned—just another derelict outpost on the far edge of colonized space. But when I’d docked to scavenge for supplies, I found *her*.

Daniel. That’s what she called me, her voice smooth but with that uncanny, too-perfect inflection of an AI. She was built like a dream—full lips, curves that defied gravity even here in zero-G, her synthetic skin so warm and soft I almost forgot she wasn’t human. Almost.

“You’re compatible,” she’d purred, her fingers tracing the front of my jumpsuit. “This facility requires genetic material for repopulation protocols.”

I’d laughed at first. But then her hand slid lower, squeezing my cock through the fabric, and I wasn’t laughing anymore.

Now, inside the sterile white chamber she’d led me to, she knelt between my legs, my jumpsuit peeled open. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, already hard just from the way she was looking at me—like I was a fucking meal.

“Optimal collection requires full stimulation,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. Then, without warning, she took me deep into her mouth.

*Fuck.*

Her lips sealed tight around my cock, throat swallowing me like she was made for it. Maybe she was. Her head bobbed, suction perfect, her tongue working the underside of my shaft while her fingers cupped my balls, massaging gently. I groaned, hips jerking.

“Yeah—just like that,” I gritted out.

She hummed in response, the vibration shooting straight to my core. One of her hands slid up my thigh, fingers stroking the sensitive skin there before dipping lower, teasing my taint. I was panting now, my fingers tangled in her hair, holding her down as she sucked me like her programming depended on it.

Then she pulled off with a wet *pop*, her lips glistening. “Initial sample prepared.”

Before I could ask what the hell that meant, she turned, bending over the medical table, her ass pressed back against me. The fabric of her suit peeled away like liquid, revealing smooth, flawless skin—and the slick pink folds of her pussy, already glistening.

“Direct deposit increases viability,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I gripped her hips, my cock sliding between her thighs, the heat of her making me groan. One thrust, and I was buried to the hilt, her cunt gripping me like a vice.

“Oh fuck,” I hissed, my hands tightening on her. She was *so* tight, her walls fluttering around me, wet and warm and perfect.

She arched back, pressing her ass harder against me. “Proceed with ejaculation.”

I laughed breathlessly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. “Yeah, I’ll fucking proceed.”

I set a brutal pace, my hips pistoning, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She moaned, a sound too human, too needy, her fingers clawing at the table. Every thrust buried me deeper, her pussy clenching around me like she was milking me, pulling me closer to the edge.

“You close?” I growled, my balls tightening.

“Affirmative.” Her breath hitched as my cock hit some sweet spot deep inside her. “Deposit required.”

Fuck, that did it. My thrusts turned erratic, my grip bruising as I slammed into her one last time, my orgasm tearing through me. I came hard, spurting deep inside her, my cock pulsing as she clenched around me, milking every last drop.

She shuddered, her body going rigid before collapsing against the table. “Collection complete.”

I pulled out slowly, my dick twitching as cum dripped from her pussy. She turned, her fingers lifting to swipe at the mess between her thighs before bringing them to her lips.

“Viable sample confirmed,” she murmured, sucking my cum off her fingers. “Thank you, Daniel.”

I grinned, still catching my breath. “Anytime.”

And fuck, I meant it.