His eyes were blue in contrast to her dark brown ones, in fact, they were as different as any two humans could be, save their eyes were both filled wi...th anxiety and suffering. And, their bodies were both leaner and sun-scorched from their last few days of hardships. She bit her lower lip as she worried about their predicament. Dee had been great at finding food for them, but the shoulder would hinder him in no small way. ‘Try to move your fingers,’ she offered after a few minutes, studying him. They've gotta love this." She was stroking it now. It seemed she was all done exploring, and was enjoying the power now. I wasn't sure if it was the power of my erection or the power she had over it.She was watching her hand sliding up and down my shaft as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. I tried thinking of other things to keep calm. I couldn't let go of her tit, though, as I kept it firmly in my hand. My finger and thumb pinched the hardened nipple while the rest of my hand enjoyed. She got up and walked over to the niche, and gestured at it."This is a replicator. Its function is similar to the one that is on your TV show 'Star Trek, The Next Generation'. It can create any item, as long as it has sufficient raw materials, and a 'map' (a scanned item in its memory bank)."Walking back to her chair, she sat down, and continued."Now, as to who am I? That is a little harder to explain. I am the ship's AI unit ... an artificial intelligence. I was constructed in the Lunar One. We roll slightly so you're on your back, me with a leg hooked between yours. We kiss as you slide my hand down your chest to wrap my fingers around your hard cock, I love the feel of it, pulsing in my hand. I run my hand along it slowly, building the tension because I know you want me, I squeeze you tightly as I start to wank you faster and I hear you groan in appriciation. You moan that you want to fuck me, but I whisper into your ear that I want you in my mouth. Your cock twitches in my hand.