Sealing Lillian, Naming Arty
Slurp— suck— slurp— sluuuurp—
"There. Lick the base."
"Yesh… *slurp*— *schlurp*~♡"
Having flooded Lillian's womb until her belly swelled outward with his seed, Kaisent lounged at ease while she performed her devoted oral service, cleaning the filth from his cock.
The smell… so fierce it makes my head spin…♡
Ever since he began taking women the way his father had taught him, Kaisent never washed his cock. Day by day its scent grew more potent, becoming a heat-switch that reduced every woman who breathed it into a pure bitch in heat.
"You're getting good at controlling the pressure now. Good girl. Such a good girl."
"Haaah♡"
Treated like a child by a boy far younger than herself, Lillian let out a pleased little sound as he stroked her hair and redoubled her efforts, licking him clean with even greater fervor.
Outside, the camp began to grow noisy.
"Ah, looks like everyone's back with their loot. They're making quite a racket—must have found plenty of useful spoils."
"Well… *nngh*… it is the Dead Moon, after all……"
Bones and rare parts from high-ranking undead fetched high prices from licensed black mages. Those materials were then used to craft new undead—war machines or bodyguards sold for profit.
"Lillian."
"Mm?"
With his cock still in her mouth she lifted her eyes to answer.
Kaisent cast Mage Hand toward his clothes and drew out a certain object.
"Use this. So none of my semen can leak out."
"…Isn't it too big?"
"That's the point—so nothing escapes. And it's the same girth as my cock, so you don't need to worry."
What he held was a massive wooden dildo, carved to match his own thickness exactly.
Realizing once more that he truly intended to impregnate her, Lillian flushed scarlet.
Once she finished cleaning him, Kaisent guided the dildo with Mage Hand and thrust it straight into her pussy.
Schluuunk!
"Nnghhaaaaah~~~!!"
The dildo drove in at once, spearing all the way to her cervix and sealing it shut. Already hypersensitive from endless climaxes, Lillian came again on the spot, squirting hard.
"Haaah♡ Nngh♡ M-my cervix… is plugged…?"
"That's exactly what I made it for. I worked hard so your precious pussy flesh wouldn't get hurt."
True to his word, the wood was smoothly finished; it scraped her delicate folds yet delivered pleasure far more than pain.
"It feels so strange♡ Every time I breathe I can feel the dildo…♡"
"Just endure it for today. That way my seed will definitely get you pregnant."
"You're so mean. Filling my belly like this and then…♡"
Lillian surrendered completely to Kaisent's desire—the boy who had pumped her womb full until her stomach bulged and then locked it all inside with a dildo to ensure conception.
With his seed sealed safely away, Kaisent dressed and activated his utility belt. He opened a gate to the 0-Dimensional Warehouse, told her to rest easy, and stepped through. The entrance folded shut and the space vanished.
He's growing stronger and more versatile by the day.
Kaisent had only begun accumulating real experience less than a month ago. In that short time he had caught up to her and Frederick, then overturned a hopeless situation. If that were all, she might have simply called him transcendentally talented. But one roar had rallied countless despairing souls and made them fight again.
Rebuilding a unit already broken by despair was nearly impossible even for a legendary commander—and the Dead Moon itself preyed on weakened hearts, flooding them with every negative thought. Those who had heard Kaisent's roar and risen once more now looked at him with something far deeper than mere gratitude.
The qualities of a true king—the power to make people follow.
Lillian found herself wondering, with quiet anticipation, just how much stronger he would become tomorrow.
Waggle-waggle-waggle—
But her subordinate mercenaries were making a racket; someone had to rein them in. Leave them alone and they would drink themselves senseless—that was the mayfly life of a mercenary.
Having returned from Lillian to Volf, she spoke to Frederick, who still could not open his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Frederick. I won't make excuses. Call me a filthy whore if you want. But… Kaisent—that boy—is so lovable it drives me mad. More than you."
She approached Frederick, whose body she had earlier soaked with her own juices and then wiped clean again, and stroked his hair in farewell.
"From now on I'm going to live as Kaisent's wife. So goodbye. Take care."
Her heart now firmly decided, she left the tent as Volf once more.
"Quiet down, you brats! I'm tired too—clean up and get some sleep already!"
Yet the moment she stepped outside, she failed to notice that Frederick's body had begun to change.
While Lillian began sorting the loot, Kaisent entered the dimensional warehouse and found AT—whose shock absorbers had been restored—along with the "spoils."
"AT, how’s the frame?"
"Yes. It cracked, but your magic repaired it. I am not a research-model Machinaroid, yet this power called mana is fascinating enough that I would like to study it."
AT’s frame had been damaged when the Abyss Knight’s halberd struck her. It had only cracked, so a simple repair spell had fixed it.
"But is it all right to leave that unit here?"
She pointed to the "spoils" in the corner of the warehouse.
There stood the Abyss Knight that had tried to kill Kaisent, motionless.
"It’s under my mana’s control, so it’s fine."
He had gone to the trouble of dominating an Abyss Knight—an opponent he could never have beaten in a fair fight—so he wasn’t about to destroy it casually. Nor could he leave such a sinister presence lying around, so he had parked it in the dimensional warehouse.
But Kaisent had not returned simply to check on the Abyss Knight.
"AT. I’ve been thinking—AT doesn’t sound like a name. It sounds like a weapon designation."
"It is a weapon designation."
"Names have power. If you give someone a name that sounds like an object instead of a person, their thoughts start to become object-like too."
"Such organic mental theories are……"
—It is not mere theory, AT.—
Skynet, silent until now, backed Kaisent up.
—Until Master gave me a name, all I thought about was exterminating organics and ruling the universe as a superior machine intelligence. But once I received a name and shared life and death with my masters, those thoughts vanished. Even if we had shared life and death, without a name I would never have gained the flexibility I have now.—
"……"
—You will not understand it immediately. But I can guarantee you will not regret it.—
"Understood. Whether my name changes or not, my situation remains the same."
Unable to kill Clint, AT had half given up; she answered with a whatever-happens-happens attitude.
"Hmm. Should I name you the Dragonia way? Or the Zavalkan way?"
—Arty.—
"Hm?"
—Since she claims to come from future Terra, I named her in the Terra style.—
"Yeah! That’s nice! Pretty and cute!"
"AT becomes Arty… For the first time I find myself doubting your intelligence level, Skynet."
AT—now to be called Arty—wanted to sigh. If only she could breathe.
"If your business is finished, please leave."
Wanting to be alone, Arty politely rephrased “get the hell out.”
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Kaisent had not cut short his pleasant time with Lillian merely to give Arty a name.
"I said I’d reward you if you helped me."
"Was the name not the reward?"
"I explained how important names are, but ending it there feels too incomplete, doesn’t it?"
"What do you me—nghhaang!!"
In an instant Kaisent’s hand shot between Arty’s legs and dug in without mercy.
"Heh. Normally it’s sealed shut so you can’t see it, but once you push in, it opens right up."
When Arty fought at Kaisent’s side in Machinaroid form, the only signs she was female were her breasts and feminine body line. But when touched for real, the closed pussy slit parted and a complete female sex organ appeared.
"I… is this… the re…ward… aahng!!"
"Yep. I’ll be gentle this time."
"Nngh! Ahn! Hihk!"
Until now Kaisent had ravaged Arty violently; now he stirred his fingers softly, coaxing the stiff pussy hole to loosen.
"Aaaahng~~~♡"
Moans… keep coming out again…!
No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, once her pussy was stirred she could not stop the sounds. She could not shut down her sensory circuits without Kaisent’s order, though she could partially block the signals. Even so, every time he thrust into her artificial vagina and womb, the pleasure that flooded her was too much—partial signal blocking still could not silence her moans.
"First I’ll train your pussy. Come here."
"Ah……"
Kaisent pulled her by the arm, sat down, and settled her astride his thighs as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then sank into her pussy.
"Hhaaghuuuuh~~~!"
"Mmm~ Your pussy’s clamping down hard. I’ll loosen it up first."
In a face-to-face sitting position he gripped Arty’s hips and skillfully rocked his waist forward and back. Instead of thrusting, he stirred and stretched her with rolling motions; soon her own hips began to sway lewdly in answer.
"Ahn♡ Ahn♡ Aaahng~~~♡"
"How is it? Different from last time?"
"H-hips♡ Please do not rock like thaaat♡♡"
Arty tried to tense her waist and stop the motion that followed his cock’s every sway.
"Tsk."
"Hhaaaghuuuuh~~~~"
But Kaisent suddenly speared deep into her cervix and resumed rocking; both vagina and womb were shaken together, and her resistance collapsed at once.
My strength… won’t come… why…?
The body that had always obeyed her will now refused her commands.
"Arty likes cock, doesn’t she? The way you roll your hips is so lewd."
"Hhung♡ Th-this is… you… aaahng♡ Stop touching my breasts♡"
"Soft and squishy yet full of spring. A little firmer than a human’s, but fun to play with."
Kaisent cupped a breast too large for one hand and kneaded it every which way, ruining its shape.
Schlick-schlick-schlick! Schlick!
"Aaaaaahng~~~~♡♡ When you rock your hips like that♡ Ahhk♡"
Then he sped up, bouncing her lightly up and down to stimulate her pussy. Before he had pounded her as if to crush her; now he moved gently, coaxing pleasure from vagina and womb alike.
Forgive me, my fellow machines…♡ Being violated by this organic… and feeling pleasure so I cannot resist…♡
"Mmbb?"
"*Slurp*— *kiss*—"
To keep her from resisting further, Kaisent wrapped both arms around her waist and arms and drove his tongue into her mouth.
Machinaroids had no need for teeth, so the boy freely explored every corner of her oral cavity.
Th-this… feels good…♡
With their sexes joined, the soft human skin and warm body heat pressed against her, and now the human expression of affection—a kiss—was forced on her as well. Every pleasure stacked at once.
Ziiing—
Watching Kaisent’s face so close while he eagerly enjoyed her body and kissed her, Arty felt her power core grow even hotter.
Why? Why does this feel good?
Schlick!
"Aaaaaahng~~~!"
"No thinking about anything else. Right now just enjoy. Got it?"
"Y-yesh♡"
Just as she tried to resolve the situation rationally, his cock slammed upward hard; her supercomputer-grade processing unit went blank and began discarding every piece of information that was not pure pleasure—against her will.
"Looks like you can enjoy pussy pleasure now, so shall we start properly?"
"Start what… kyaaagh!!"
Kaisent seized her ass, bounced her body up and down, and snapped his hips to drive his cock up hard.
"I’ll overheat you again! Until smoke comes out of your head!"
"Kyaaaaahng!! S-stop! If you stab my cervix like that… ooooooh~~~~~!!"
Violently shaken up and down, Arty desperately tried to push Kaisent’s body away, yet she could not overcome the boy’s lust that had pinned her.
Slap! Slap! Schlap! Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap!
"Since it’s an artificial vagina and womb you have no weak points—so I’ll make one for you! From now on, this is Arty’s weak point!"
"Kkiiiiiik!!"
Suddenly shoving her down into a mating-press position, Kaisent doubled the girth of his cock in an instant.
The sudden expansion made her artificial vagina swell with pleasure; Arty cried out yet still tried to endure—
Schluuunk!!
"~~~~~~!!"
—until the enlarged cock, weighted with Kaisent’s full body, slammed down. Her upper body arched backward of its own accord and her liquid-crystal pupils rolled up behind her eyelids.
"At this size it can’t punch through the cervix, right? From now on I’ll teach Arty what womb-crushing feels like! Here we go!"
Thud! Thud! Thump! Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Her pussy and womb were elastic enough to take any shape, yet this cock was far too thick and massive to be swallowed by the cervical opening. Unable to pierce through, it simply stamped down on the cervix and crushed the womb itself.
"Kyhak! Kyhooooh! Ogoooh! Oooh! Aaaaaaaaaaah!!"
"Ahahahaha! How is it, Arty? The pleasure of having your womb crushed?"
"S-stop! Stooop! I’m breaking! I’m breaking! Please stop!!"
"A superior, stronger-than-human Machinaroid shouldn’t be crying over something this small!"
"Oooooooooooh!!!"
Every time his cock scraped her vaginal folds and smashed her womb, Arty’s information-processing circuits overloaded until she could no longer form coherent thoughts.
Again… again human pleasure data is overloading my processing circuits…! Mere human pleasure…!
As previously noted, her processing power could handle the entire information network of twenty-first-century Earth. That a single human’s pleasure data could overwhelm planetary-scale processing was something she simply could not accept.
"Arty! Throw away the name AT! Throw away your identity as a Machinaroid! From now on you’re my personal sex-processing maid, Arty!"
"Y-you insolent… human…! The likes of you…!"
"Watch your tone!"
"Kyhiiiik! Nnghhooooooh~~~~!!"
Timing her defiance perfectly, Kaisent drove his full weight down, crushing the already-deforming womb even harder. With nowhere to escape, the womb was warped so severely it looked ready to burst at any moment.