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Wake Me	By : DarkWolves Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 12930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5- Sakuras Secrets

“Commander Keyes?” Cortana stared at Sakura, her eyes still pinned on Sakuras open palm laid upon the casing of her cryotube.
“Yes” Cortana was still stunned, unable to respond. So she simply allowed Sakura to explain. “She was the reason I have been so… reserved.” She stared into Cortana’s eyes. “I loved her, and I lost her” Cortana stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Sakura’s back to comfort her.
“I know how you feel” Cortana’s breath wafted past Sakura’s ear.
Sakura laid her head on Cortana’s shoulder blade, listening to her soft breath. “I could not bear the thought of losing John. Whenever I hear an explosion or a plasma bolt scar past his head, my heart stops” She looked up into John’s reflective faceplate a few tubes down, his MJOLNIR armour concealing his muscled features. “…but then I hear the reassuring pant of his laboured breaths, and I know that he’s alive” She looked up into the ceiling, letting Sakura’s cheek press into the base of her warm neck.
“Whenever I am in danger, whenever I feel frightened, John is always there rifle in hand to blast through an entire Covenant Armada to save me.” Sakura let a small tear run down her cheek. Feeling her legs give way Cortana lowered them both down onto the cool glow of the holotank.
Cortana laid her back down onto the glowing sphere, Sakura splayed across her chest, simply allowing the stillness consumes them. But it was not an awkward silence; it was the silence where nothing needed to be said. “We were always together” Sakura’s voice broke the veil of calm “It all started a few weeks ago…”

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“…It was just like any of the other dozens of missions I had served as the AI aboard the UNSC Destroyer In Amber Clad. I was analysing the reports from the past day, everything appeared routine. But then somebody came onto the bridge to join me…”
Footsteps resonated through the empty Bridge, the heavy steel tipped boots clanking loudly on the metal floor pulling Sakura from her work and alerting her to the approaching figure. Sakura looked up from her current log, glancing towards her visitor through the thin layer of long blonde hair which cascaded down her brow. She brushed the stray hair back into place. “How are you doing, Sakura?”
Sakura smiled at the courtesy she always exhibited exclusively for Sakura and only Sakura. “Very well, thank you Commander Keyes”
Miranda smiled. “Please, just Miranda” Miranda never liked her title; she felt it distanced her from those around her.
“Very well, Miranda Keyes” Sakura replied.
Miranda giggled. “Just Miranda” Sakura turned back to her work, encapsulated in the Head Engineers report on the ships status. Miranda plopped down into her command chair, Sakura’s holotank on the left arm of the chair.
Miranda sat watching as the AI went about her work. Watched as Sakura read, analyzed then archived the hundreds of status reports being fed to her on every component of the Dawn’s systems. As each file appeared before her, her lightening fast eyes scanned the document, her index finger touching the file and dragging it into the correct archive before starting the bewildering process again, each rotation taking less than a second. But something was off, and Miranda could sense it.
She leant forward in her chair towards Sakura’s holo-tank that sat atop the armrest of Miranda’s command chair. “You seem distracted”
Sakura jumped slightly, her hand frozen over the current file. “I…it…” She couldn’t find the words.
“You know you AI’s have always intrigued me” Miranda leant closer towards Sakura’s avatar. “The way you can process hundreds of reports within seconds, no human can match that” Sakura turned, her poncho wafting as she moved, her avatar’s cheeks blushing lightly against her light blue skin.
“Well humans designed and built me. I guess I owe some of the credit to you” Miranda smiled at the compliment. Sakura’s gaze lowered slightly. “Actually, you humans have been the subject of my interest for a while now” This caught Miranda off guard; she had never seen Sakura be so forward before. But Sakura wasn’t finished. “To be honest you human’s elude me. You feel love, hate. Emotions I can only begin to comprehend, due to these electronic shackles that ensure that I am no more than a mere computer”
Miranda was stunned; she never knew Sakura even felt this. But she knew a way to fulfil Sakura’s dream. “Close your eyes” Sakura hesitated, but closed her eyes as asked. Miranda leant down towards Sakura’s holo-tank, tapping commands out on the small keypad at its base. Sakura’s avatar fizzled out of existence.
“Open your eyes” She heard Miranda’s soft, soothing voice. Sakura’s eyelids parted.
When she opened her eyes she felt different, the large empty room that usually threatened to engulf her whole seemed considerably smaller. She felt this sensation on the soles of her feet, like a virus was slowly consuming her from the bottom up. She activated her virus scan, no foreign entities detected. She stared down at the feet of her avatar; her feet touching the steel deck of the bridge. She wasn’t hanging over the holo-tank on the arm of Miranda’s seat like she usually was. Miranda must have activated her projection system which allowed her to move freely around the bridge. The system was rarely used as it relied upon a considerable amount of electricity and processing power which was something which could not be needlessly sacrificed on long shot voyages or in combat.
The strange thing about it was she felt it, the bite of pain on her feet as the coldness of the deck swept across her feet. She looked across the bridge, surprisingly staring at the chair that she usually stood upon, now seeing the whole bridge from a different angle. She looked down at herself, she had changed. Her body seemed far more detailed than it usually did dozens of miniscule lines and trenches ran along her previously featureless skin. She also seemed to have grown considerably in height, she was no longer the ten inch figurine she was before, instead she had now grown into a five foot giant.
She looked over towards Miranda, a smile across her face as though she found amusement in Sakura’s stunned expression. “It is an AI compatibility program. This program allows your avatar to manifest as a more detailed figure…”
That was why she could not detect it; it was part of her programming. Miranda stepped down from her seat. She approached Sakura’s avatar, pressing her hands into Sakura’s shoulders. But her hands did not pass through her transparent body, as you would expect. Instead some invisible force repelled Miranda’s hand, the image of Sakura’s skin instead giving way to Miranda’s touch, her skin being compressed by Miranda’s gentle touch, and Sakura could feel it, another addition from the upgrade. Sakura’s eyes beamed.
“… As well as being receptive to touch and feelings, and that is not even the best part…” She leant closer to Sakura, her hands clasped lightly on Sakura’s shoulder blades, the thin fabric of her poncho protecting her. Miranda’s lips touched Sakura’s, Miranda’s flaming jaws flaring against Sakura’s frozen skin.
Sakura savoured the sweet taste that hung delicately upon Miranda’s lips. Thousands of new emotions and feelings washed through her digital body, threatening to overload her core and detonate her holounit with the sudden explosion of energy that passed through her for the first time in her short existence. Sakura closed her eyes, just letting herself be washed up in Miranda’s movements, her wet lips running smoothly across her own as though they were not even there. Miranda’s lips seemed to play the sweet tune that caused her own to dance in time with her heavenly movements. Finally she broke the kiss, the sonnet was over.
Sakura gasped desperately for air, her first kiss far more passionate and intense than she could have ever imagined, her mainstream thoughts having usually been focused solely on administration and maintenance duties. She panted desperately, gasping for air, even if she didn’t have a respiratory system to speak of she still felt it necessary. “Miranda <Pant> that was incredible”
Miranda smiled, she leant in closer, her warm breath blowing past Sakura’s skin. “That is just the beginning of what we can do together” She whispered in Sakura’s ear, sending a tingling sensation down Sakura’s spine, shaking her image with a ripple of movement.
Miranda leant in closer, pressing her chest against Sakura’s slender form. But Sakura raised her hands, pushing softly against Miranda’s shoulders, slowing her advance. This was all new to her. She had never thought it possible for her to experience these sensations. “Miranda, are you sure we should be doing this?” Sakura’s mind was still that of a logical machine, thinking only of the best solution, Miranda was obviously going to need to help her with that.
“Sakura, you are still thinking with logic. We organics are driven be emotion instead of logic, it is our fatal flaw” Miranda leant in to kiss Sakura’s lips once again, to ensure her point was made. “But it is also our salvation”
Miranda’s words of wisdom appealed to Sakura’s logical mind, yet she still remained wary. “But, ma’am you are my Commanding officer”
Keyes bit her lower lip lowering her gaze to the deck as if in deep thought. She finally looked back into Sakuras eyes, removing her hand from her shoulder and bringing it up to her chest, taking the zip of her uniform in hand. “What if I got rid of the uniform?” Miranda’s gaze said that her statement was genuine a question, pleading for a genuine answer.
She made a gesture to grasp the zipper of her uniform and slowly sliding it down past the valley of her cleavage confirmed it. She slid the zipper down to the base of her stomach, the dark grey material parting away to reveal a light black t-shirt below it, the material just short enough to reveal the creamy white skin at the base of her stomach that her t-shirt failed to contain. She let the jacket slip off of her sculpted shoulders, the golden Commanders bars glistening by the illumination of the bridge lights, the fabric collapsing down upon itself at her feet. Her emerald green eyes glowing with a fiery emotion Sakura could only decipher as passion, with a touch of determination.
Miranda touched Sakura’s shoulders, rubbing skilfully to relax the taut muscles in her hands, at the same time feeling the loose fabric of her poncho slide down her elegant shoulders, the fabric creasing and folding as she edged it closer to the precarious edge of Sakura’s shoulder blades.
But Sakura halted her advance, pressing her hands once again Miranda’s shoulder blades. “I can’t, you know…” Miranda didn’t need her to say it, she read it clearly on her troubled expression, her features tainted with an essence of fear. She would obviously have to take the lead in this sensual conga. She pushed her left boot off with her right, repeating the action with the other before striking them across the bridge, the boots skidding across the polished surface and crashing into a nearby console against the far wall. As her bare feet touched the cool deck, she winced at the sudden stab of pain. Just as fast as it came, the feeling dispersed. She felt her heat being radiated out across the frozen floor.
Miranda gripped the hem of her T-shirt, slowly lifting the delicate fabric upwards over the curvy frame of her torso, each pull revealing another segment of velvety white flesh. As it moved past the border line of her belly button Sakura was sure she could see the base of Miranda’s breast. Sure enough as her shirt continued its ascent the pendulous orb of her left breast burst free from its fabric confine, swiftly followed by her right. She lifted the fabric over her head, stopping Miranda from witnessing Sakuras next move. Miranda suddenly felt something latch onto her right breast, a wet sucking feeling covering her right nipple, she struggled to remove her T-shirt from over her head to discover the source of the pleasant sensation.
And when she finally did she realized the cause of the sudden feeling. It was Sakura. Once Miranda’s breasts had been exposed Sakura had found it impossible to contain her newly acquired emotions, and not yet able to keep a lease on her new feelings, she acted without thought of the consequences. While Miranda had been blind folded by her t-shirt, Sakura had latched onto her plump breast and began removing any supposed aroma that may have hung from her pink nipple.
Miranda simply laid back against the cool deck, caught up in the flow of the moment as Sakura ravaged her nipple like a wild animal. Miranda ran her fingers through Sakura’s golden hair, enjoying the tingling sensation as each delicate lock flew past her fingers. But Sakura stopped her assault on Miranda’s breast, slowly and sheepishly pulling away from her. A thin trail of saliva ran down to her chin, she brushed it away with the back of her hand.
“I am sorry about that” She lowered her gaze to the floor. “I’m stilling learning to control all these new emotions I am experiencing”
Miranda stepped closer; cupping Sakura’s flushed cheeks in her hands. “I enjoyed the way you ravaged me” Sakuras features brightened, knowing that she was at least doing something right.
Miranda lowered her hands to Sakura’s sides. Pressing her hands against Sakuras abdomen and causing the material of her poncho to ruffle upwards, exposed her athletic thighs to Miranda’s evaluation. Miranda’s evaluation- stunning. She continued to push Sakura’s poncho skywards, her hands rolling over every mould and curve of Sakura’s elegant body, tickling Sakura’s nerves as she pushed the poncho up her body. The fabric rose to reveal Sakura’s skimpy underpants protecting her virgin secrets. Rising further the cups of Sakura’s bra dropped free, exposing the simple blue material to the light of the bridge. Miranda pulled the poncho up over Sakura’s head, her light blonde hair cascading out of the opening in the poncho and cascading back down her back. Miranda let the poncho go, the fabric falling to the floor silently.
Miranda looked up and down Sakura’s curvy frame, drinking in every detail of her new avatar, the design of her lingerie, the perfect curves of her thighs, the flawless skin that shielded her. Miranda was feeling kinda jealous, reassuring herself by remembering that Sakura was a machine and as such was not cursed with the minor imperfections that all human’s were blighted with. “You’re beautiful”
Sakuras gaze lowered, her cheeks glowing with a hint of dull red with the embarrassment. “Thank you”
Miranda laid her hands on Sakura’s shoulder blades, rubbing into the muscles. “Now…” She lowered her left hand to the side of her crotch, running her finger along the top line of the fabric of her panties. “I’ve got something else you can ravage”
She gently pushed down on Sakura’s shoulders, lowering her to her knees as Sakura’s eyes met the fabric of Miranda’s panties. Miranda reached down to cup Sakura’s frozen hands in her warm fiery embrace. Miranda moved her hands closer her last item of clothing, guiding Sakura’s hands towards the lines of her underpants. Sakura gripped the material in her shaking hands. She slowly lowered the fabric down the shape of Miranda’s sculpted legs, staring directly into the pulsing pussy lips of Commander Miranda Keyes. Miranda’s hands pressed against the back of Sakura’s head, pressing her closer to the quivering mound of flesh.
Sakura’s lips met Miranda’s pressing into the wet mound, sniffing at the sweet scent that wafted from it. Sakura had never experienced this before, she had never done this before. She was scared. This large gaping eye before her piercing through her, she decided to take a guess. She poked her tongue between her blue lips, pressing it against Miranda’s outermost lips. The soft static from Sakura’s pulsing Avatar sent a shiver through Miranda’s sensitive region. Sakura, fearing she had done a great evil she broke the contact between them, pulling backwards and lowering her eyes too the ground in disgrace.
Miranda cupped Sakura’s cheeks in her hands, gently pulling her eyes upwards, her warm smile heating her form and telling Sakura subconsciously that what she had done was right. Nodding in acceptance she once again let her lips attach to the folds of Miranda’s pussy. She sucked away at them, the sweet juices flowing from Miranda’s open hole and into Sakura’s waiting mouth ready to catch every drop that burst forth. “Oh, yes like that”
Miranda felt her legs give way under her own weight, leaning backwards against the Main bridge screen, the frozen metal sticking to her skin and flaring her nerves. She slid her back down the cool metal, Sakura never breaking contact with Miranda’s soft pussy, Miranda’s legs spread eagle to allow Sakura easy access to her warm core. Miranda’s rear struck the hard deck, her back pressed against the Bridge Console, Sakura spread on all fours sucking at her pussy. But the mild pain only fuelled her wild lust and pressing her to push gently on the back of Sakura’s head, trying to encourage her closer to her final goal. Sakura took the prompt and ventured further, as she pushed her tongue deeper into the inner folds she swirled her tongue against the exterior walls, the tingling static exciting Miranda’s sensitive nerves. Miranda reached down and opened her self up to Sakura’s inquisitive tongue, her fingers widening her pussy lips to allow Sakura access to her pulsing core. “Aaaaaah”
Miranda leant her head backwards, lost in a tranquil sea of her dancing lust. She looked down at Sakura, watching her lap away at her juices. “Touch that big bulge, just a little higher” Sakura found the aforementioned spot, proceeding to lay the tip of her tongue against the sensitive nub. This sent a sudden jolt through Miranda’s spine. She had little sexual experience with either gender, let along a computer, but her natural instincts told her that Sakura’s skill with her tongue was incredible.
Miranda felt the warm lust bubbling up through her stomach. She knew the time had come for the energy that was pent up inside her to be released and sure enough she felt the surge of power, her juices gushed free to spill into Sakura’s waiting mouth. Sakura instinctively drank as much of the salty liquid as she could, some of it drizzling down Sakura’s cheeks to drip down onto her plump breasts. Miranda screeched with pleasure, the sound ricocheting off the solid steel walls that surrounded them. Miranda slowly came down from her intense high, the energy burst seeping out of her into the surrounding air. Sakura slowly rose up Miranda’s form, their breasts pressing together into a single fleshy mound, flesh and projections moulded together into a ying yang of organic and machinery. Miranda’s arm snaked around Sakura’s back, holding her tight to her breast.
Miranda looked down at Sakura’s cum covered breasts, Sakura noticing her gaze, reached down to clear the smear from the top of her breasts. Miranda caught her hand before she was able to make contact with the sticky liquid. “I made the mess…” Miranda reached down, brushing her hand along the line of her breast, just scrapping the juice that clung to the curve of Sakura’s breast. “It’s only fair that I clean it up”
Miranda run a finger along the fine line of soiled skin, the thick fluid peeling off onto her index finger as it glided along her flesh effortlessly. Miranda flicked her moist finger into her mouth, her lips scratching against the digit and removing the layer of moisture from her finger. He eye lids perked at the new taste. “Hmmm delicious” She moved her finger towards Sakura’s mouth. “Taste” Sakura’s lips parted as she accepted Miranda’s warm finger. Sakura ran her tongue along Miranda’s finger, tasting the product of her efforts.
Sakura licked her lips tentatively. “Hhhhmmm, now I see why you humans do this”
Miranda smirked at her naïve comment. “And it gets better” She laid another passionate kiss on her lips, her tongue once again tasting Sakura’s virgin mouth. “Let’s see what you taste like shall we” Miranda spoke into Sakura’s mouth, her eyes remaining closed and her hands reaching around the trail of Sakura’s bra.
Miranda tugged at the delicate fabric of Sakura’s bra, the material giving under Miranda’s forceful grasp. Sakura’s eyes shot open she felt the fabric break it’s contact with her skin, the strands that lightly pressed against her back falling away to expose more smooth skin. She laid her right hand on the strand, just before it reached the cup. Her other hand placed on Miranda’s shoulder, her eyes staring into Miranda’s, the beam of her eyes piercing through the vacuum of air between them and conveying her thoughts and fears into Miranda’s mind. She didn’t need Sakura too say it. Her eyes and her stance conveyed all she needed to know. She was scared.
It was understandable. Miranda would have been lying to herself and Sakura if she had said she was not afraid of continuing. But with Sakura at her side she felt she would be a fool to stand down now. All Sakura needed was her hand.
Miranda raised her hand to her shoulder, lifting Sakura’s hand clear and letting their fingers intertwine with each other, their body heat passing through the connection between them, the sparks of lust jumping between their sweat covered bodies, each calling for them to press forward. “I promise, I will not hurt you” Sakura’s eyes welled with tears, she was ready to continue. She gave a curt nod for Miranda to continue. She lowered her hand from her shoulder, the cloth of her bra sliding effortlessly over her shoulder, dropping to the deck to meet the rest of their discarded clothes.
While Sakura’s gaze remained high, Miranda could feel her own eyes slipping downwards, down the soft curve of Sakura’s shoulders, down to the mould of Sakura’s firm, taut breasts. Her perky pink nipples standing on end in front of her. “You are beautiful” Sakura’s cheeks flared, the compliment softening her fear. Miranda reached up to Sakura’s cheek, feeling the radiant heat seeping into her. She pulled on Sakura’s cheeks, pulling her into a flaring kiss. As Miranda’s tongue searched through Sakura’s mouth once more, she tasted the essence of herself. Miranda gripped Sakura’s sides, slowly turning her so that she sat down onto Miranda’s lap, never breaking their kiss as they moved. Miranda lifted Sakura up slightly, crossing her legs and lowering Sakura down into her lap to make it more comfortable for them both but also to provide a motherly hold on her.
Sakura leant back against Miranda’s supple breasts, her perky nipples pressing into the soft, taut skin of Sakura’s back. Miranda ran her hand down Sakura’s tight stomach, the muscles loosening under Miranda’s ministrations. Sakura soaked like putty in Miranda’s arms, her soft skin moulding with Miranda’s. Miranda’s hand danced Sakura’s stomach, brushing against her bare nipples, the feeling intensified ten fold with the absence of the fabric barrier that restricted the lust fuelled experience. While Miranda’s left hand tweaked at Sakura’s nipple and moulded her plump breast, Miranda’s right hand slowly slid southwards, her hand leaving a dazzling, tingling trail as she pried open the seam of Sakura’s underpants.
Miranda brushed against Sakura’s bare pussy, her outer lips already moist with desire at Miranda’s minor ministrations. Miranda slid her first finger past Sakura’s outer folds, piercing Sakura’s innocence forever. She cried out as her purity was ripped away from her. And see liked it.
Miranda began thrusting her finger in and out of Sakura’s virgin pussy. With each thrust Sakura felt the pleasure inside her build; she threw her head back in ecstasy. Miranda clawed her free hand across Sakura’s tight breasts, tweaking the nipples only drove her forwards.
Miranda added another finger to the equation, increasing the pleasure experienced on both fronts and utilizing her remaining fingers to widen Sakura’s damp pussy lips to allow her access to her deeper centre. Miranda kissed and sucked at Sakura’s neck tasting the sweet, salty nectar of the sweet that cascaded down her neck.
Miranda nipped at Sakura’s neck playfully, which was all she needed to finally spill over the edge. “I… there’s…”
Miranda held her tightly, whispering softly in her ear. “Let go Sakura. It’s ok. I’m here” Sakura finally let go of herself, letting herself drown in the pleasure of her first ever orgasm of her short life.
As she basked in the after glow she collapsed into Miranda’s waiting arms, her warmth the only protection against the frozen void that hung beyond the main view screen. “That was amazing”
Sakura panted in much needed breaths still unaccustomed to her new human form. Miranda smiled down at her, like a mother to her child she had watched Sakura grow, watched as she rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, spreading her wings to fly.
But Sakura could sense the coming doom. This blissful moment could never last forever. “We have to leave soon don’t we” A small tear welled in Sakura’s eye. Miranda had given Sakura her first experience of love, anger, lust and a million other human emotions, she had broken the shackles wrapped around Sakura’s wrists and let her experience things she had never thought possible.
“Yes” There was an obvious tint of sadness in her tone. She didn’t want this to end either. “But, let’s enjoy it while it lasts” Sakura gave her a curt nod, lowering her head down onto the soft pillow of Miranda’s breasts; the heat radiated keeping her warm. Miranda reached down beside her, scooping her jacket off the cold metal deck and draping over the two of them. They each curled their legs up to their thighs, Miranda’s feet still exposed to the soft cold. Together they stared out across the dark void of space; to them this moment would never end.

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