“It…it glows,” she stammered when she finally found her voice. “A nd it’s huge.” Oh no! It was growing bigger and harder before her eyes. “It’s…bright pink. No. Red. The veins are glowing neon green. What—”
“Fiber-optics. When I get aroused, they give off energy.” He grinned, but then his expression sobered. “Want to feel it in your cunt?” he asked, then smiled when she reached out to touch him.
She stopped, her hand inches from his cock, as though suddenly afraid. “I— It’s so big. A nd it looks sort of like…a sexbot’s.” The grin on his handsome face was positively feral. “The better to fuck you with, sweet slave.” Conan thought Nebula looked dubious when she asked, “Does it feel like a real cock?”
“Yes, it feels like the real thing.” With only a second’s hesitation, he took her hand and wrapped it around the glowing appendage.
“Mmmm. Yes, it does. It’s warm, and it feels alive.” She slid her palm along his shaft, making him wish she’d pay equal attention to his tingling cockhead.
“You look surprised,” he said, teasing her. “Did you imagine it would be shrunken and useless?”
“Well, not exactly. But I didn’t realize— That is, I didn’t realize it would…ummm…work so well.” Her cheeks, already rosy, turned an even deeper pink as she stared at his colorful erection.
“My sweet, you have no idea yet how well it works. But you will.” Soon. Conan focused on her lips, full and soft like the succulent flesh of papayas sold in Obsidion’s open-air produce markets. “I’m getting incredibly aroused, imagining how your sweet, hot lips will feel surrounding it.”
She reached out with her other hand and hesitantly stroked his cock head, which cooperatively grew hotter and harder. Its color deepened, the tip now glowing a darker reddish purple. Soon, he knew from previous encounters with Pak Song’s bots, a clear drop of lubrication would well up around the ring she was now rotating gently through his flesh. Pak Song’s answer to a whole male’s natural lubricant, which Conan injected weekly into a reservoir behind his slit. Gods, but it felt so fucking good.
“It feels so real.” Wonder in her expression, she looked up and met his gaze.
“A nd how many cocks have you had occasion to play with?” Though he tried to sound stern, the question came out sounding playful, teasing.
“One, Master. Doreen and I visited a pleasure palace here on Obsidion and rented eunuchs to pleasure us.” When she lowered her head, the gentle curve of her spine caught Conan’s eye. That and her tattoo. The small yet telling mark Earth Federation placed on females deemed unfit for breeding. That mark would have made him reject her not too many months ago.
It made no difference now. When she knelt before him, he parted his legs slightly, took his cock in his hand and held it to her lips. “You may taste me.” His flesh tingled at the warm, damp kiss of her breath when she bent and took his glowing tool between her soft, red lips.
She lifted her face and met his gaze. “Can you feel…?”
“Oh yes, my pretty slave. When I’m hard like this, I feel every wet, warm swipe of your tongue. Every breath you take tickles my shaft. I will feel it when you take me in your mouth, as well. I want you to suck me now.”
“Yes, Master.” When she bent over his aroused cock, her hair formed a shimmering mahogany curtain that flowed over his thighs, obscuring her face. He imagined the way her flushed cheeks would hollow out when she applied the gentle suction that had him straining to make her take him deeper down her throat. He wished he could see her mouth. But it didn’t matter. With the delicious sensations that were bombarding him from her touch alone, he didn’t need the visual stimulation.
Gods, but she gave great head. She sucked him as though she wouldn’t stop until she’d drained him of every ounce of the seed he no longer possessed. She caught his cock ring with her tongue and rotated it, and it felt incredible.
She hesitated, as though afraid he’d protest. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Oh yeah. Like that, don’t stop.” He tunneled his fingers through the rich silk fall of her hair, catching it up at her crown in his bionic hand, tugging the thick mass to coax her to move faster.
Take more. Make me come.
Pressure seeped into his thighs, his belly. His nipples tingled when a breeze from the open window caressed them. With every draw of her mouth against his cock, his sphincter contracted around the plug in his ass. Waves of pleasure began there and spread to his bionic cock.