“Thanks.” Conan bent and worked the plug up his ass. Then he stepped up to let the sexbot do its thing.
It worked. His cock worked, and not just to pass urine. It got hard when the bot jacked it in its soft, feminine hand. When he inserted it and began to move inside the bot, it milked him in its tight little cunt. Damn, but he felt each contraction of the synthetic flesh on his bionic cock. A n almost-forgotten sensation of fierce arousal claimed his mind and his body—followed by a climax of sorts.
It wasn’t exactly the same spurting, tension-releasing feeling he recalled, but it was still an orgasm. One that gave him a sense of satiation, satisfaction.
Conan missed feeling the pressure building in his testicles, the sensation of them drawing up close to his body, filling his cock with the hot, slick semen he’d never again spew into a bot’s sterile depository unless Pak Song should come up with balls that worked before his next tune-up. But damn it, he could fuck and he could come, if not in quite the same way as before. He could fuck a real woman and not only bring her to pleasure, but also find a good measure of gratification for himself. He wanted to grab the old cyborg maker and his son, and hug them until they begged for mercy.
When he dismounted from the bot, he noticed his old friends Shedir and Guy talking with Pak Song, so he hurried to the showroom to join them.
Chapter Three
Luna Ten, a few days later
Nebula wondered why Guy and Shedir had demanded her presence, but refusing them had been the farthest thing from her mind. Like her sisters, the men treated her well, as though she weren’t wearing the sky-blue robe of a sterilized female who bore the mutant gene.
Guy cleared his throat then spoke. “Well, Nebula, we’ve found you a Master. A mate. His name is Conan, and he was an Earthling Star Commander before the Federation exiled him. A s a matter of fact, he once was Shedir’s superior officer.”
“You didn’t.” Nebula looked first to Guy and then at Shedir, whose attention was focused at the moment not on the conversation but on the blowjob Doreen was giving him. She guessed the two must be desperate for release, since Shedir and Guy had just returned to Luna Ten an hour ago from a week-long journey to Obsidion.
Self-conscious in her robe when everyone else in the room was gloriously naked, Nebula asked, “What will this Conan think when he finds out I’m sterile?”
“He knows. He’s been fixed, too. Think of him as a bot with a brain.” Guy laughed as he shot a look at Doreen. “A bot that can’t be fucked to death, the way you did with the last one I brought you.”
Doreen lifted her head away from Shedir’s throbbing cock, and the look she sent Guy’s way could easily have killed. “Shut up, cyborg, or my Master will make you pay.”
“Your Master will make you pay if you take your pretty lips off his cock again before he comes.” Shedir grasped Doreen’s head, caressing her pale scalp as he pushed her face back down to his groin. “Suck me, my beautiful slave.” He moaned when she deep throated him, a sound that conveyed impending ecstasy. Then he turned to Nebula. “Conan is a good sort. He used to turn all the breeder women’s heads when he’d drop by the breeding farms back on Earth to leave a sample.”
Shedir closed his eyes, thrust his hips forward and groaned, louder this time. “Oh, yeah, baby, I’m coming. Gods, but you suck cock better than any bot I ever had.”
Nebula’s mouth watered. She imagined herself on her knees as both her sisters were, giving pleasure to a Master she’d never dreamed she might be allowed to serve that way. Though she couldn’t visualize a real man wanting her as she was, she trusted that her brothers-in-law wouldn’t have come back home with this shocking news if it weren’t true. “You mean he’s a cyborg? Like you?” she asked Guy.
“Not exactly.” Guy had the decency to blush as he gestured toward Cassie’s busy mouth—and his impressive package. “We’re both cyborgs, but we’ve had different body parts replaced. My cock’s all natural. Conan’s isn’t.”
“But can he…?” She didn’t quite know how to ask. Males were so…so hung up about their sexual prowess. A rgus and A loysius, Doreen and Shedir’s twin eunuch houseboys, seemed to have lost all vestiges of their maleness along with the equipment that once had hung between their legs.
“Yes, he can fuck you, little sister. When we visited him, Conan was testing his bionic cock out on one of Pak Song’s female bots. Looked to me as though it worked just fine. It’s big, too.” Shedir bent and ran his pierced tongue over the crown of Doreen’s gleaming scalp while he cupped his big hands around her very pregnant belly.