Third-Generation Android (2)
Squish, squish.
"How's that feel?" Chloro asked.
"Gooood. Ahhh, so gooood."
My voice was sinking into the floor. I was melting away, turning into goo. This was the massage room in the upper cultural center—the same spot where Chloro and I had spent our first night together. She'd led me here after her rebirth as a third-generation android. She was straddling my back as I lay face-down on the massage bed. Both of us stark naked.
"You've been through such a grueling expedition, Manager. All that fatigue residue lingering in your body... I'll wash it all clean for you!"
Her smooth, hairless pussy pressed against my tailbone, her legs spread wide in an M-shape, clamped firmly to my thighs. She paused the massage for a moment, assuming the pose of a surgeon before an operation. Then, massage oil oozed out from her entire palms like wriggling tentacles. Clap! Clap! She clapped her hands together a few times to spread it, then ran her glistening palms over my back.
It was cool. But it felt amazing. That feature would come in handy for a blowjob, too. I'd have to ask her for that later.
Massages! Back in my military days, I'd hit up legit parlors to shake off the aches from rough handling. But nothing had ever felt even half as good as what Chloro was doing now. There were two reasons for that.
First...
"Left side."
"Yes, sir."
At my simple command, she zeroed in on the spot between my left shoulder blades. The tangled knot of muscle unraveled in an instant.
"How do you nail the exact spots I want touched every time?"
"The power of love," Chloro said, leaning down to kiss my ear.
Human muscle knots tend to cluster in a few key areas. Pointing them out works best, but backs are tough to pinpoint precisely. And that's not even touching on whether to tap, poke, press broad, knead, or how hard—figuring the optimal technique is damn near impossible. But Chloro could do it. She had perfect anatomical knowledge, and her eyes could scan right through thin skin to the muscles beneath. Her artificial muscles never tired, even after hours of service. And tying it all together... the power of affection.
"My Manager. My precious Manager."
Refining all her knowledge and skill with love to serve me. That was the first secret.
The second was my body's condition. The accelerator implant and the fully developed neural network across my body sharpened my senses in daily life and let me enter an accelerated world in combat. But there was a feature I hadn't even imagined.
Chloro traced my spine.
"Don't resist. Just accept it."
A signal rode her cool touch through the implant, spreading across my neural network.
"Hngh."
I shuddered, moaning at the alien sensation—like my body was being hacked.
"Shh..." Chloro whispered in my ear. "Don't fight it. Entrust everything to me."
Her hands spread like mittens, her two thumbs pressing down the spinal line. "My hands are gentle hands."
Her other eight fingers crab-walked down my back, drumming away. Electrical signals pierced my skin from her fingertips. Twitch.
"I've connected to your neural network now, Manager."
Massage is usually one-way: external force to brute-force away muscle fatigue. But what she was doing was interactive.
Knead, knead. As her hands worked my muscles, they responded, moving in sync.
Thump! Thump! Her cute little fists tapped, and my muscles offered no resistance—no tension, no contraction. They docilely absorbed the precisely calculated impacts, letting them reach the deepest layers.
"Chloro."
"Yes?"
Squeeze, squeeze. She balled her fists, her thumbs digging into the base of my neck.
"This is the best massage I've ever had. Guess I've been alive all this time just for this."
My voice was drunk—not on booze, but on the massage.
"Not yet," she said. Her hands slipped between the bed and my chest, gently flipping me over. She straddled my lower abs. Chloro gazed at me with a dizzying expression, her eyes drawing closer. Mmch.
I tasted her soft lips. Mmch. A cozy kiss, lips rubbing lips. Chloro's patience was already shot; she tried prying my lips apart with her tongue. But I clamped down with an anh!—I wanted more of those plush lips first.
Smack. She held back for now, rubbing our lips together, but her tongue tip kept poking, probing for an opening. ...Somehow, this felt backwards. But right now, platonic kisses drew me more. Chloro and Rose always dove straight to tongue action whenever they got the chance, leaving few moments to savor just the lips.
Grab!
"Mmph!"
Unable to wait, Chloro seized my cheeks and forced her tongue in. It slipped between my lips in a flash. The tongue that had been meekly knocking moments ago turned wolfish—no, serpentine—the instant it invaded. One loop. Two. Three. I was ensnared.
Secure in its prize, her tongue delved deeper, licking every corner of my teeth, claiming my cheeks and palate before returning. I felt like a tribesman face-to-face with an anaconda, coils tightening before the swallow. Our tongue tips kissed. Hers wrapped mine, tormenting the helpless tip relentlessly—poking, teasing slaps, twisting squeezes.
And we parted.
"Haa..."
Chloro's flushed face blew hot breath over mine, humid puffs blanketing my nose and eyes. No discomfort at all. No bad breath. Just an intoxicating scent that pulled me deeper.
Her gaze drifted down. My cock throbbed at its limit. She grasped it, guiding it to her entrance. Squelch!
"Haaang."
Like a key perfectly matched to its lock, my cock pierced her lower belly in one thrust. Chloro moaned lewdly, grinding down. My red glans breached her folds, scraping her labia walls. Her white, full breasts jiggled wildly with each up-down pump. Our clasped hands tightened.
"Manaaaager."
Her eyes brimmed with infinite affection. Even as she took my cock fully, granting supreme pleasure, her gaze held regret that she couldn't give more.
Her pussy crushed my dick, but her eyes crushed my heart.
I gripped her massive ass like I meant to tear it apart.
"Ahng!"
She cried out. My fingers sank into the flesh like it was devouring them. So soft, so pillowy. I roughly lifted and slammed her gripped ass up and down. Squelch. My cock plunged in and out of her flooded entrance. Each grind of her pussy against my lower abs slapped wetly, love juices splattering everywhere.
Her tunnel, made a perfect pair for my cock alone. Thrust in, pull back. Squelch. Tighter than any woman's, its dense wrinkles electrified me. Squelch. I hilted deep, pausing. The warmth of her accepting me felt cozy, blissful. We were connected. Bound.
Ecstasy surged from near my bladder. Then her hand descended to my lower abs. Left hand counterclockwise, right clockwise, rubbing like a massage.
Something incredible happened. The oncoming pleasure veered off course.
"Chloro! What... is this?"
I panted; she gazed down tenderly, like a mother at her nursing babe.
"Male climaxes are so fleeting, aren't they? A few seconds just isn't enough."
Her touch guided like a pro valet's baton. The pleasure "vehicle," on its multimillion-year highway past the prostate to the urethra, swerved at her direction. Who knew implants and neural nets could be hijacked like this? What should've been a quick orgasm drive was delayed infinitely, spinning like a lost parcel.
Meanwhile, her ass pounded relentlessly. Squelch-squelch, splat-splat.
"Haaak."
An unseemly moan escaped; I clamped my mouth shut.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," Chloro said, gently removing my hand. "My purpose, my goal... I just want you to feel good."
No pity in her face.
"I want to give you ecstasy no other man could dream of. You deserve it."
Her hips and ass rocked rhythmically. My cock slid through her gripping entrance, honey spraying everywhere. Her breasts swayed back and forth, dancing seduction before my face. Now the pleasure coursed through my lower abs, pelvis, perineum—like a street sweeper's brush scouring every nerve.
But the journey was ending.
"Now... come."
Squelch-squelch. Her waist accelerated, pleasure converging to a point. Spurt! Like fireworks, semen erupted from my glans into her depths. Squish, squish. Her spread palm massaged my lower abs, amplifying the bliss to mind-melting levels. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! I emptied everything inside her; she rose slowly. Mmch! Her entrance milked from base to tip, claiming the last drop. Pop! My glans slipped free with a cute sound.
Perfect satisfaction—but one round wouldn't end it. Her index and thumb circled my nipples, then her tongue arrived. Sucking smack-smack, tapping the tips, licking the heated peaks. Sometimes she'd blow cool breath suddenly, savoring my shivers. Not even 30 seconds later, my cock stood rigid below.
"Hee hee hee."
Chloro, still atop me, swung one leg high and flipped face-down. The glimpse of her spread pussy and asshole mid-spin revived me fully. She glanced back coyly from her prone position. Snow-white nudity. Hips so fertile a fertility goddess would weep. Cute, crinkled soles from lying prone. I pounced.
Squelch.
"Hngk."
Deep insertion drew her moan. Each piston thrust sent waves rippling across her white ass. Flawless, unblemished vastness like snowy peaks. Watching it ravaged by my movements would drive any man mad. Slap! Slap! The sensation of her ass flesh meeting my hips. That sticky "fuck dough" grew more perfect with every pound.
Slaaap! Slaaap! The addictive harmony rang out. Must be from the third-gen catalog. Her body learned and adapted—not just the vaginal walls, but the exterior too. Tailored to her partner's build. With each rear thrust, her ass molded to my lower abs and groin. Slaaaap! At some point, flesh met flesh in impossible synergy.
Sex isn't just cock pleasure; skin contact conveys emotion too. Chloro's doggy felt more intimate than missionary or face-to-face with any normal woman. She couldn't see me from behind, but we hugged tight in spirit. Slaaaap! Blissful. Comforting. That sound was music. Slaaaap! Chloro's ass was mother's love. Slap! Slap! Slaaaap!
"Haaaang!"
Addicted to the feel and sound, I pounded with near-violence. Her trembling cries filled the room. Fierce pleasure charged from my lower abs. Spurt! Semen flooded her pussy again. Then, a fun sight: her white, massive ass—where my cock crossed—turned transparent. Maybe 80% see-through? Her pink inner walls, mesmerizingly wrinkled in beauty. My invading cock. Spurt! My ejaculating glans visible. Walls dyeing with my semen. Seeping into her womb. Even her ovaries linked to it.
Nothing else showed—just those three, crystal clear. No revulsion. Just pretty pink... Seeing her reproductive organs fully marked by my cum gave a drug-like conquest rush. 'This woman's mine.'
Twitch-. Her cute anus winked and clenched, her tunnel massaging my cock in sync.
"Haha."
Wondering at the muscular mechanics, I collapsed onto her back.
"Satisfied, Manager? Enough to melt away your expedition fatigue?"
"Beyond perfect."
Chloro flipped over, pulling my head to her breasts, stroking my hair.
"Shh..." she whispered.
The horrors from the expedition—the gruesome sights, soldiers vomiting in poison gas, refugees turned monsters, walkers drowning submerged—all faded from my mind. Time passed like that. Chloro doesn't sleep. She guarded my side motionless for my eight hours out. I vaguely recalled dreaming, though details escaped me. No usual solitude—just an inexplicable coziness. A hazy scene lingered: holding an unfamiliar hand, strolling a reed field in my subconscious.