Manufactured for Sin

7. When Osirians Collide

(Gizzy's POV)

He lumbered into the living room, like a sculpted stone statue of polished, pale flesh, his chest dotted with a few rogue splatters of sauce. He was a treat already marinated, and I've never been so desperate for some spice in my life. It was like a scene from a cheap-ass erotic novel, only dumber, and more alien. Why do I feel like such a generic virgin right now? This isn't like me at all.

It's time to Man up and be a lady about it. Time to pull up my big-boy panties and...well I guess drop them right afterwards. I guess the metaphor didn't really work out, and I knew I was having sex earlier so I didn't wear anything anyway. It's just extra steps. I'm an efficient bitch and I don't normally need this much encouragement.

(Greg's POV)

Standing there, staring at her luscious curves, I was glad to finally sample Gizzy from a man's point of view. Those firm, pale, purple-ish-blue breasts calling out to be set free. It was all I could do to resist just attacking them and making her mine this very second. I've never wanted anything so impatiently. She's just me, and I almost feel like I have the right to do what I want with my female clone...her perfectly manufactured body, literally built for sinning. I hope she hasn't already used that shitty line.

I almost feel bad for her. This is the first time she, myself as a woman, has ever submitted to a man...myself. We're just not the receiving type, apparently. Seeing her nervous like this and knowing I'm never nervous about anything, drove the reality home. She's been me longer than she's been a woman. The Alpha chad, the big-dick energy dominant warrior, who submits to nobody, in the battlefield or the bedroom. I can smell the burning ozone in the air, the electric field of sexual tension. She can't even admit to herself, to me, that she secretly wants to submit, if nothing else to try it for the first time.

The fact that she's so hungry for it now, is brand new for us. Am I really so irresistible that I can't resist myself? Are we also so stubborn and trapped in that alpha-dom attitude that we can't even be honest with ourselves? She's trembling, unable to let go, waiting for me to just make the move and claim her.

This is ridiculous, how can we be so petty and unwilling to be vulnerable when it's just the two of us, the same person, the one other body we can explore without judgment or fear? She won't back down, because neither would I.

The irony was strange, that the only way for her, my softer self, to learn to submit, was if I conquered myself. Obviously I cheated a little to be sure, tapped into her emotional feed and skimmed the data files. I gotta be sure, I don't wanna be that pushy guy and make myself do something I don't wanna do with myself. The scans were very clear. No wonder our wife calls us stubborn.

If I wanted to really improve, to be the man our wife deserved, in touch with our emotions and willing to try new things, I must conquer my own stubbornness...I had to fuck myself into submission. To save my marriage, I had to top myself, behind our wife's back. You humans can't possibly understand. Just enjoy the stupid, consensually aggressive sex scene.

Kicking back on the couch she coyly crossed her legs. I was so distracted in setting the mood and trying to read her emotions, that I only now noticed how shiny her skin was. She had pre-oiled herself before we even started, and that extra heat of her powering up for action was all it took to melt it back down and glisten. Her thick thighs tightened as she twirled her foot playfully. These couches weren't going to survive this. I should have just ordered new ones in advance.

(Gizzy)

The waiting was killing me. Why was he not just claiming me as his prize? Why was he stalling? He knows damn good and well I won't just present to him that easy, give up without a fight. Why doesn't he just do what I would do, cheat, tap into my emotional files and see that I'm just too stubborn to submit, despite really wanting to.