13.6974 — "Praise" and "Love"
Leyre took Hias with him and led her off to a secluded place where no one would ever find them.
"Dragging me all the way out here... what kind of love are you planning to give me?"
Hias twisted her body with a wanton smile, and Leyre answered with his own.
"...?!"
Without ceremony, he drew out his enormous cock.
And then—
"Suck."
He pressed it to her mouth.
"M-Master, honestly... you're so rough. A blowjob, just like that, out of nowhere..."
"Weren't you made for sexual service? Then you ought to be good at this."
"Th-that's true, but..."
Hias swallowed, a thick gulp. It was a man's thing—the first she had seen in a very long time. Truly a long time, centuries now since humanity had gone extinct. It even looked bigger and more tempting than her former master's, and saliva welled up of its own accord.
And so the commands written into Hias's circuits began to spill out, one after another.
Arouse yourself.
Suck.
Masturbate as well.
From the artificial pussy built for sex, lubricant meant for intercourse began to trickle after so long, and her erogenous zones stirred to life along with it. The mere sight of Leyre's overwhelming presence set her vaginal walls twitching on their own, already giving her the feeling of sex through imagination alone.
Hias crouched low, brought her mouth to Leyre's cock, and breathed out hard. Every time that breath touched the head, his cock twitched. Slowly she slid a hand down her own thigh, pushed her fingers into the cleft between them, and began to work them in—and then, just like that.
"Sluuurp."
She started sucking fiercely. As if it were a great sweet candy, she sucked with a rapt expression, making obscene, wet sounds. One hand drove her index and middle fingers in a furious masturbation; the other wrapped around Leyre's ass as she sucked, as though she would never let him go.
"Just like a model built for sex... you're good..."
Leyre stroked Hias's head. The more he did, the more fiercely she sucked, the lewder the sounds became. She worked her tongue in every kind of motion, and now and then shifted into strokes, varying the pace so he could feel pleasure in all its shades.
Her fingering grew faster still. Perhaps because those erogenous zones had surfaced again after so long, she was already thoroughly soaked, and inside vaginal walls that twitched with imaginary sex she drove her fingers in and out even quicker. So absorbed in that, her mouth gradually lost its speed.
"Mmm..."
At that, Leyre caught her head in his hand.
"Excuse me a moment."
He moved his own hips and thrust even harder.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The violent impacts startled Hias for an instant, but her erogenous zones only grew livelier, masturbation came easier, and her fingers began to move faster still. She used the tongue in her mouth as well—sometimes licking the head, sometimes licking across the shaft, sometimes wrapping her tongue around it.
"Ohh... your mouth is so soft... rolling your tongue like that..."
A maid's mouth is not for breathing. And so Leyre went on using that mouth like an onahole, without a single worry that she might suffocate. It had been so long since he'd had sex that holding back grew harder by the moment.
"Nngh... I'm coming!"
At last the massive ejaculation began. Into Hias's mouth he poured semen stored across hundreds of years, and with it every desire he had forced himself to endure—hard and aching—among big-breasted maids who could even see to his sexual needs.
Hias wore a look of pure rapture. Like a starving castaway drinking water for the first time in ages, she received his semen as though it were holy water.
Then she tried to swallow.
"Don't swallow until I tell you to."
At Leyre's sudden command, her throat snapped shut.
Why? Why? She wanted to swallow. She wanted that thick, briny male semen—her master's seed—taken into her body. And yet, flustered as she was by the words that it still wasn't time, the ferocity of what her master was doing sent a thrill of excitement through her as well.
"Good girl. Hold it... now I'm pulling out."
Finished, Leyre withdrew, still soaked and glistening. Pubic hair had stuck at the corner of Hias's mouth. She didn't notice. Her face was bright with joy at having taken semen again after so long.
"Well? Is this much love enough?"
Hias started to nod, then shook her head instead.
"..."
With the semen still held in her mouth, she lifted her skirt and showed him the sex lubricant streaming down. Then she came closer, caught Leyre's cock, and wedged it between her thighs. Begging him to put it in.
"I don't want to."
Hias's face fell. Please put it in. She wanted to feel even better. She had received semen after so long, and she wanted more. With that yearning in her eyes, she rubbed Leyre's cock between her thighs.
"Mmm... what should I do..."
Leyre made a show of thinking it over.
"...!"
Then, all at once, he drove himself into the place he was meant to enter.
"How's that?"
Hias's eyes rolled up as she felt, for the first time in ages, the pleasure of sex. A maid was deliberately given erogenous sensitivity several times higher than a human's, all for her master's satisfaction. Because of it her expression went so vulgar that the semen in her mouth nearly spilled, and Leyre, pleased—
"Hup."
—pulled out.
Once again Hias's face cried Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Tears even welled in her eyes as she begged him to put it back in.
To that, Leyre said:
"As for what comes next... if our Hias pulls off something even finer... I'll give it to you as a reward."
Hias made a face that said But still... Then, Really? She swayed her hips from side to side, rubbing the very tip of her artificial pussy against the tip of Leyre's cock, the head.
Every time she rubbed, Hias let out a faint moan, tempting him to the very end, but Leyre paid it no mind.
"I'll do it for you, so don't worry."
He stroked her as he said it. Hias nodded, slowly.
"Oh. And keep that semen in your mouth, even in front of the others. Understood?"
"...!"
"Wh-what the hell, human! Hauling me off to a place like this out of nowhere!"
"You wanted praise and love, didn't you?"
"No, that's—"
"I'll show you."
Leyre kissed Marx. Then he slipped his tongue in, rolled it, and began a deep kiss.
Marx startled and tried to pull away, but the strength drained from her body on its own, and a command came down through her systems: do not refuse. Before long she wore a strange, ecstatic expression, hugging Leyre tight and mingling her tongue with his.
For about five minutes they mixed tongues without a word. In that time Leyre took off his pants, and with them stripped away Marx's skirt.
At last he drew his mouth back. Marx was still moving her tongue.
"Uh... uh? Is the praise... over...?"
"No. Look here."
Leyre pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance of Marx's onahole pussy—built for sexual service, reserved for her master alone.
"....?! What is this...?!"
"This is a man's cock. I'm going to put it inside your pussy."
He tore open only the crucial center of her black pantyhose and pressed himself there again.
A strange feeling came over Marx. I have to take that inside me. I have to. Sex lubricant began to drip and wet Leyre's cock, and without realizing it she was grinding her pussy against him, feeling a faint pleasure from it.
"W-what is this. This feeling... human, what are you doing to me...!"
"You'll know once we do it. It's nothing bad."
With a slick thrust, Leyre drove himself all the way in, to the semen-receptacle opening at the far end of her artificial pussy.
"...Ah?"
For an instant Marx felt her thought circuits come to a halt. A sensation she had never felt before. What was this feeling? Something higher than joy. Something better than delight. A goodness that ached so fiercely she couldn't bear it. A goodness that felt as if she might take flight at any moment.
Pleasure.
The highest pleasure a maid could know, obtained through sex.
"How is it?"
"Ah... ah..."
To that pleasure, Marx—
"Move, Master..."
They kissed, and with the deep kiss, sex began. Leyre rolled his hips and took her face-to-face, seated.
The inside of a maid was something else entirely. As if every technology in existence had been brought to bear, she squeezed tighter than any human and was built to give still more pleasure—the soft vaginal walls moving and writhing without rest. Ridged textures stimulated him further where he was buried deep, wrapping his cock so he could feel it at once, and yet more sweetly.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
Every time his cock struck the mouth of the semen receptacle, Marx felt a pleasure she had no words for. Her eyes rolled upward, and if she didn't cling to her senses she felt she would fly apart. It was better than soaring through the sky. It was a pleasure that overflowed even the moment she had been freed from that damned former master. Pulse after pulse, erogenous zones tasting stimulation for the first time fired ferociously intense pleasure into Marx's processing circuits.
"Masteeer... more... more..."
Marx didn't even know what she was saying. She only grew more desperate, moving her own hips as well—swaying side to side, pistoning up and down herself. Without realizing it, she was using the sex techniques written into her. She clutched Leyre's back hard. As if she would never let go. As if she never wanted to leave this pleasure.
"Ahh... wait... I'm coming..."
Climax.
Another massive ejaculation began. Semen stored in his balls for hundreds of years was never going to be spent in a single round. When it entered the semen receptacle through her artificial pussy, the receptacle answered, sending a pleasure signal to her brain.
"Hnnnnghh....!!!"
Still locked in the deep kiss, Marx felt the joy of receiving his semen, the pleasure, the happiness of being a maid.
When the ejaculation ended, he drew out his cock, thoroughly soaked in lubricant.
"Hah... how was it?"
"Hah...? Nnh... eh? C...cock? S...sex?"
Marx couldn't sort it out properly in her head. The pleasure she had felt for the first time had overloaded her. But instinctively she looked at Leyre's cock, brought her mouth to it, and—
"Slurp."
—took what semen remained into her mouth.
Slurp. Slurp-slurp.
Lewdly, greedy to receive it with her mouth now as well, she licked at a furious pace and seized his ass.
"A cleanup blowjob too... You really do have the fundamentals of a maid, don't you?"
Leyre stroked Marx's head. At that she took her mouth off his cock, set her hands against the wall, and pushed back that luscious, lubricant-drenched onahole hole reserved for her master. Then she spread it wide open with one hand. Thoroughly soaked as it was, the vaginal walls still writhed as if determined to milk him for more, welcoming Leyre in.
"More... more... can you do more...?"
She was tempting him. She wanted to feel more pleasure. She wanted to taste this happiness one more time. She wanted to live holding this pleasure for a long, long while, so that she would remember it for just as long. If she could, she wanted to go on like this for the rest of her life.
"But we have to get going soon, you know? Everyone's waiting."
His words refused her, but as if he didn't actually dislike this desperate pleading, he tapped the ass around her pussy with his shaft, deliberately teasing her further.
"More... more... even just a little is fine..."
The more he did, the more Marx moved her pussy to chase his cock, and Leyre found it cute—and at the same time felt a conqueror's thrill at having turned the leader of a faction into his female.
So.
"Marx, if you become my maid, I can do this for you whenever I have the time."
"Master's... maid...?"
"Will you?"
"Y...yes... I will! A maid just for sex is fine too—I absolutely will!"
A declaration without a single shred of hesitation: a female android maid, conquered through her pussy.
Satisfied, the sense of her submission settling warm alongside it, Leyre spoke.
"Well done, Marx."
He pushed his cock in.
"Haaaaaah....."
Lost in pleasure, having already blurted out every word she never should have said, Marx's mouth and tongue had become nothing but a speaker for moans.
"Well? Does it feel good?! Huh?!"
"Yes, yeess!!!!!"
They ended up having sex for far longer than either of them had planned.