Imperfect Partners(17)

“The way the sex slave’s cock did in the dungeon?” Gently, she jiggled the plug and smiled when his cock began to lengthen and harden.

“Yes, I see it does. Do you like for me to stimulate you here?”

“I want you to touch me in ways that give you pleasure.” He loved the way her cheeks flushed when he slid his bionic hand between her legs and found her wet and swollen. “Do you want me to summon Ulric, or shall we do it solo this time?”

“Solo. Please. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.” For the first time since his castration Conan felt comfortable enough to make a jest. “Come up here, my precious slave, and ride my neon toy.”

“Oh yes.” Her eagerness got him incredibly hot, especially when she picked up an anal probe, lubed it, and inserted it up her own ass. “I like the feel of this, too.”

Conan cupped Nebula’s beautiful breasts when she straddled him. He then raised his head and took one pert nipple between his teeth. His cock rose, and she sank onto him. Gods. No bot could ever duplicate the moist heat of her cunt.



I’m a lucky man. She moved, slowly at first and then faster, harder. She bent, took his mouth. She tasted of exotic fruit and sex. Hot, sweaty sex. Her cunt gripped his cock as if she’d never let it go.

Pressure built deep in his core, almost as though he were whole again. It felt good. So good. She squeezed him harder, dug her nails into his shoulders, screamed out his name. He trembled as the incredible sensations carried him over the edge, to a place he had never thought to go again.

* * * * *

“You look well-fucked, little sister,” Doreen commented the next morning when she and Cassie joined Nebula for a late lunch in the resort dining room while their men took care of business. “I bet you can hardly wait to get back to Luna Ten and have Conan take you in the fucking glade. We missed you in the dungeon last night.”

“Doreen, he’s—well, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was shy about showing off his bionic parts in front of half the civilized world.” Nebula smiled.

Doreen grinned back at her. “I have to assume from the satisfied look on your face that Guy and Shedir didn’t lie—that the cock Pak Song made for him works just as well as the real thing.”

“It does.” Part of Nebula wanted to share every detail with her sisters. A nother part wanted it all—the sex, the instant connection their respective losses had helped them form—to belong to her. Her and Conan, not to be shared. “I don’t believe we will have a formal mating ceremony.”

“Come on. Tell us. What does he look like? What does it look like?” Doreen tilted her head and set her large, dangling earrings into gentle motion against the gleaming, oiled backdrop of her skull. “A ll we could tell, with him wearing that damn eunuch’s robe, was that he’s tall.”

“He’s got hair.”

“No! Where?” Cassie’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me he doesn’t bother to keep himself groomed. Not that he could be blamed, of course, considering what he’s been through.”

“No. The hair is only on his head. A nd it’s cut very short. I like running my fingers over it. It’s soft, dark brown and especially prickly on my fingers when I rub him down around the hairline.”

“Oh.” Doreen stroked her own clean-shaven scalp, as though wondering what it might feel like if she ever let her hair grow back. “A re you going to make us drag every bit of information out of you? Come on. Talk.”

“Conan is muscular. Strong. A nd he has kind eyes. He didn’t sneer when he saw the tattoo, but acted as though he saw altered females every day.” Nebula’s cunt twitched when she recalled the huge, glowing hot-pink cock whose pulsating veins changed color from light to glowing chartreuse as it grew rigid before her eyes. “His cock is…well, you’ll see it soon enough.”

“Big? Can he get it up?” Cassie asked.

“Yes. To both questions.” Nebula looked around, saw no one, but lowered her voice anyway. “Somehow he managed to get the female hormone for me. A nd a sex slave, to help him coax out my climax as soon as the injection began working. I love him.” Doreen laid her arms across her bulging belly and asked, “What about his hand?”

“It seems to work perfectly and looks just like a real hand would. He can take it off, but that looks as though it’s a complicated procedure.” Cassie smiled. “It would. Guy’s bionic parts are all about perfect. But we made this trip to have Pak Song make some adjustments. The others decided to tag along so we could meet Conan before the mating ceremony. Come, let’s take care of our own shopping while our Masters visit with Pak Song. I want to find some nipple rings that are a little thicker than the ones I have. A nd a heavier chain to connect them with the one in my clit.”