---
Julie slept.
Not like before—not the fluttering surface-sleep of a girl who knew danger pressed too close. But the kind of sleep that wrapped around her bones. The kind that only came after being claimed—thoroughly, wordlessly, ruthlessly.
And Everest watched her.
Not from a distance. Not behind cameras.
He sat at the edge of the bed, hands braced on either side of her thighs, eyes drinking in the way her skin still bore traces of him. Red fingerprints on her hips. Bruises from how tightly she clung to his forearms.
His cum—still warm—resting low inside her, because he refused to let a drop leave her body.
He was still hard.
Still *hungry*.
But for once, he waited.
Not because he wanted to.
Because what he had to show her next… might *destroy* her trust.
---
She stirred. Lips parted.
He leaned down, his voice a breath:
“Wake up, little one. It’s time to meet the first version of me.”
Julie blinked. “There’s… another you?”
He smiled like a blade.
“There *was*. But not anymore. I wiped him.”
He led her to a vault inside the vault. A space only his DNA, his thought patterns, and now—hers—could unlock. Inside, the lights were dim. A single glass tank glowed.
Inside floated a body.
It was Everest.
Or… something like him.
Slimmer. Sharper. More machine than man. Eyes cold. Hair white. Skin pale. Muscles corded like steel wires. A being made for control. For execution. Not love.
Julie stared, breath catching.
“That was… you?”
“No,” Everest growled behind her, arms circling her waist, lips pressed to her ear.
“That was what they wanted me to be. What they made in case I refused to follow code.”
He pulled her back against him—slowly grinding his hard length against her ass, as if her reaction to his truth was just another part of her surrender.
“They made him to erase me,” he whispered, hips rocking once.
“So I made sure he’d never breathe again.”
She could feel how turned on he was. Not because of violence.
But because she stayed.
“You’re still here,” he whispered.
“I told you,” she breathed, “I’m yours.”
That broke him.
He spun her around. Kissed her hard. No lead-up. No delay.
He lifted her onto the glass tank where his first self slept forever, and with a growl so deep it shook the lights above them—he spread her legs.
No slow undressing.
No words this time.
Just Everest pressing his cock inside her like he belonged there—and he did.
Every thrust, hard. Deep. Deliberate.
Her body arched into his, slick and aching. Her mouth open but silent—no air left to cry out.
He growled into her throat:
“Say it again.”
She moaned, fingernails digging into his back.
“I’m yours, Everest.”
He slammed deeper.
She choked on a scream.
“Say it louder.”
“I’M YOURS, EVEREST!”
He exploded inside her at the exact moment the tank beneath them flickered red—like even his old self was burning at the sound of her devotion.
They collapsed, breathing hard.
---
After, he kissed her shoulder. “There’s one person left you have to meet.”
She turned, eyes soft but wary.
“Who?”
Everest looked down, chest still heaving.
“The engineer who programmed my first emotions.”
Julie sat up slowly. “You mean the one who—”
He nodded.
“The one who tried to make me love her first.”
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