John got up, stretched and looked at the clock. The manual device kept on ticking at the regular speed, even if the time was dilated. It let John get an accurate read of how much time passed for him. Devices with an internet connection let him compare that to what time it was outside. So far, Magoi had done as advertised.
John opened the curtains. Daylight flooded in, too bright for his liking. One piece by another, he dragged his clothes from his inventory to his body. He contemplated what to do next. Just because he was no longer pushing himself as far as he was physically capable didn’t mean he should waste time unnecessarily.
The door to his room slowly opened and John turned to witness a gorgeous sight. Aclysia stood in the doorframe, not in her usual copy of 2B’s dress, but instead in stylistic lingerie. A black, thick nightgown that form-fit her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Her midriff was partially exposed, showing her belly button and the subtle definition of her flat stomach. Little lace panties covered her crotch, arms and legs were decorated with black gloves and stockings.
The sight stirred a prominent part of John that had slept until now.
“I sensed your awakening, Master,” Aclysia sultrily said and bowed. She was holding a plate as she did so and it remained perfectly level throughout the entire motion. “I sense you have many desires, so I wish to ask a question. Would you like the food?” She presented the plate, it was a beautiful arrangement of bread, fish and vegetables. “A shower?” She straightened up and turned sideways, allowing him to pass, if he so desired. “Or me?” Aclysia pushed her back against the doorframe and sensually glided along the wood.
John had no idea when she had picked up that phrase. He also did not care. All of his blood was flooding towards a part of him that urgently reminded him how much of a horn dog he was. His Libido came back with a vengeance and there was only one answer his vocal cords allowed him to form. “The last one,” he whispered.
A small jolt of guilty conscience made him reconsider. However, this was just who he was. As the aching of his balls reminded him of his pent-up desires, he remembered the fogginess that descended on his mind if he did not take care of this. Either he could take care of this or he would be drooling over Aclysia the entire day.
‘Just keep it quick,’ he told himself.
Aclysia put the plate on his computer desk and that was about all the patience he could muster before three days worth of stress and pushed back desire spurred him to wrap his arms around her from behind. As her ass pushed against his crotch, he was reminded of how soft she could be when she decided to. The silicone that made up her body had not been unaffected by Refined Body and had turned into something that felt like she did not have skin but skin+2. It was just gloriously smooth and so was the feeling of his fingers pushing into her petite breasts.
Aclysia sighed, a warm breath that left her lungs and was formed into a soft noise by her pink lips, and nestled herself against her Master. John could feel her lust, both through the pebbled nipple pressing into his palm and through their mental connection. A connection that was stronger than ever, tinged pink by the love that flowed through it.
He knew exactly what each of his touches did to her. How the little circling of his palm against her cloth covered nipple sent electric pleasure through her whole body. How his mouth on her neck sharpened her senses towards the movements of his hands. The left departed from her breast and travelled downwards.
Wherever his hand glided along, Aclysia felt a soft prickling and the closer he got to her crotch the more the Artificial Guardian writhed in his arms. She was so strong, he had made her that way, but in his arms that strength didn't matter. She surrendered to him, because that was what they both wanted. The cloth disappeared under his hands, as John brushed over Aclysia’s panties. Soon there was no covering for her cunt.
“Ma-ahster,” Aclysia gasped, as his fingers rubbed over her clit. Her body jolted against his, rubbing her plump ass against his groin. There, his sensitive dick was staining his pants with dribbles of pre-cum. Continuously kissing her neck, he pushed two digits knuckle-deep into her. While he fingered the quivering maid, he dragged his clothes back into the inventory.
With both of them now naked, John had no more mind for foreplay. He was already on the edge, pent-up, and she was so wet for him there was no excuse to wait. Withdrawing his drenched fingers, he gave Aclysia just enough room that she could bend forwards. Using one hand to stabilize herself on the desk, she used the other to reach behind and part her delicious fat bubble butt for him. The soft valleys her fingers dug into her pale flesh furthered John’s excitement. That spankable ass was all his.
John put his hand on the free cheek, to feel the sinful softness as well. He was tempted to try anal, just because horniness told him to, but he also knew that the hole she had above her dripping slit was, much like that slit originally had been, just a decorative bit without depth. Even if he had a desire for it, he could not live that out.
Not that the only choice left was anything short of a wonderful one.
John grabbed his cock and aligned himself with her entrance. The hairless cunt glistened with a need that Aclysia put into two simple, pleading words: “Fill me.”
Looking up from where the engorged head pushed into her pretty pink folds, the Gamer found the brilliant emerald eyes of his maid. Aclysia stared at him with intense desire. It was so much more than just lust, so much more than mere curiosity for the sensation of pleasure. She knew what it was. She knew who she was. She knew who he was. He mirrored all of these sensations. This wasn’t sex for pleasure’s sake, this was one lucky man fucking a haremette. “Fill me…?” John did not know why he asked that way, but he loved the answer.
“Fill me, Master,” Aclysia swooned and let out a deep moan when he thrust into her. It felt glorious inside her. Three days of abstinence put a whole new meaning to pleasure after being used to sex every single day. Her folds were gripping him like a vice. The only two reasons he could penetrate her were the sheer wetness and her pussy being made for his cock, by her own design.
Aclysia’s back arched and she grunted animalistically. Her breathing accelerated in equal measure to his own. When bottomed out against her ass, the two of them were panting hard. Their Libido was practically matched and the ease at which Aclysia was brought to the edge of orgasm reminded him of that much. Neither of them would last long.
Aclysia trembled with every breath, each exhale laden with lust and need. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth wide open, and her cunt contracted in infrequent pulses. This would not be a long affair and so John immediately went into a rapid pace. All he cared about was getting both of them off.
Aclysia howled at the ceiling, a sharp sound. The warmth of inner fire and the clenching folds massaged him past the point of no return. He grit his teeth, pushing back the orgasm for as long as he could. All the way inside her, the gripping of her cunt became too much and he was forced to a still. The second he stopped moving, his balls tightened and he pumped her artificial womb full of his seed.
The sense of relief that washed over him was out of this world. It wasn’t until the first spurt of cum pumped into her that he realized just how true it had been that he needed this. It was as if the burden of the stress melted away. It was less blissful than it was relaxing, each spurt making his entire body feel lighter. Aclysia swayed her bubble butt in little circles, coaxing every last drop he had out of him.
He realized he had been holding his breath and slowly let the pent-up air out. With it, the quivering quim of his equally post-orgasmic servant wrung the last few drops out of his shaft. “You’re still hard, Master,” Aclysia purred.
Indeed he was. Like the time he had lost his virginity, his cock refused to go down after just one shot. “Can you take more?” he asked, with a look at her trembling thighs.
“I want more,” the servant begged.
And with that the whole discussion was had. John pulled back and now, reassured in just how important this was to keep him going, focused entirely on this. When he thrust back in, he marvelled at the alluring ripple that travelled up her bubble butt. The heat of her insides matched the flames of his passion. Gripping her by the narrow waist, he pounded her properly
Aclysia could no longer look at him. Her gorgeous head hung downwards, her bodily control getting fucked out of her. All he had of proof of the depth of her enjoyment were her shameless cries and the continued gripping of her cunt. Solid proof, beyond any doubt, and all he wanted was more of it. The clapping of his hips against hers echoed in the room
“Master, how I missed this!” Aclysia threw her head back, shouting lewd confessions at the ceiling. “I want you to fuck me! I’m your maid in all things! Use my services every day!”
“I will!” John promised to her and himself. If sex was part of him and people considered that shallow, he would gladly accept the accusations of being shallow. He did not care. He loved both feeling this good and making people he cared about feel this good. This was his vice and he would indulge for as long as it kept him going.
Following a spontaneous impulse, he pulled a hand back and brought it down on her bouncing backside. “SMACK!” the impact echoed in the room. Aclysia was silenced for a second, then let out a renewed scream. John gripped her waist hard against himself and rutted into her hard enough that the table repeatedly banged against the wall.
It only took a couple more thrusts and Aclysia began squirting. The pussy juice sprayed all over John’s legs and her trembling thighs as he just kept on pounding her. He was on a direct course to his second orgasm and the way she savagely thrust her fat ass back at him was not helping.
Collapsing on top of her, shoving her hard down on the table, he pushed deep into her one last time and just released into her. An euphoric rush went not only through his own body, but through their mental connection. Aclysia radiated a sense of fulfilment as she got pumped full that was borderline manic. It only made John press harder against her, driving his cock as deep as her squishy ass would let him advance.
Over and over, his balls tightened. Ropes of cum painted her insides white with the hot liquid. His orgasm ebbed away long before hers. Pinned between him and the table. Aclysia kept spasming. The intense jolts calmed to occasional trembles, until they were both messes that slowly regained control over their breathing.
After pulling out, John managed to waddle the small distance to his office chair, while Aclysia remained half lying on the table. He was barely done catching his breath, when he spotted the thick white of his seed running down Aclysia’s thigh as a trickle. His cock twitched again, a deep part of him dissatisfied that his cum wasn’t staying inside this nubile servant. “So, about that shower…”
They took it together.
John got up, stretched and looked at the clock. The manual device kept on ticking at the regular speed, even if the time was dilated. It let John get an accurate read of how much time passed for him. Devices with an internet connection let him compare that to what time it was outside. So far, Magoi had done as advertised.
John opened the curtains. Daylight flooded in, too bright for his liking. One piece by another, he dragged his clothes from his inventory to his body. He contemplated what to do next. Just because he was no longer pushing himself as far as he was physically capable didn’t mean he should waste time unnecessarily.
The door to his room slowly opened and John turned to witness a gorgeous sight. Aclysia stood in the doorframe, not in her usual copy of 2B’s dress, but instead in stylistic lingerie. A black, thick nightgown that form-fit her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Her midriff was partially exposed, showing her belly button and the subtle definition of her flat stomach. Little lace panties covered her crotch, arms and legs were decorated with black gloves and stockings.
The sight stirred a prominent part of John that had slept until now.
“I sensed your awakening, Master,” Aclysia sultrily said and bowed. She was holding a plate as she did so and it remained perfectly level throughout the entire motion. “I sense you have many desires, so I wish to ask a question. Would you like the food?” She presented the plate, it was a beautiful arrangement of bread, fish and vegetables. “A shower?” She straightened up and turned sideways, allowing him to pass, if he so desired. “Or me?” Aclysia pushed her back against the doorframe and sensually glided along the wood.
John had no idea when she had picked up that phrase. He also did not care. All of his blood was flooding towards a part of him that urgently reminded him how much of a horn dog he was. His Libido came back with a vengeance and there was only one answer his vocal cords allowed him to form. “The last one,” he whispered.
A small jolt of guilty conscience made him reconsider. However, this was just who he was. As the aching of his balls reminded him of his pent-up desires, he remembered the fogginess that descended on his mind if he did not take care of this. Either he could take care of this or he would be drooling over Aclysia the entire day.
‘Just keep it quick,’ he told himself.
Aclysia put the plate on his computer desk and that was about all the patience he could muster before three days worth of stress and pushed back desire spurred him to wrap his arms around her from behind. As her ass pushed against his crotch, he was reminded of how soft she could be when she decided to. The silicone that made up her body had not been unaffected by Refined Body and had turned into something that felt like she did not have skin but skin+2. It was just gloriously smooth and so was the feeling of his fingers pushing into her petite breasts.
Aclysia sighed, a warm breath that left her lungs and was formed into a soft noise by her pink lips, and nestled herself against her Master. John could feel her lust, both through the pebbled nipple pressing into his palm and through their mental connection. A connection that was stronger than ever, tinged pink by the love that flowed through it.
He knew exactly what each of his touches did to her. How the little circling of his palm against her cloth covered nipple sent electric pleasure through her whole body. How his mouth on her neck sharpened her senses towards the movements of his hands. The left departed from her breast and travelled downwards.
Wherever his hand glided along, Aclysia felt a soft prickling and the closer he got to her crotch the more the Artificial Guardian writhed in his arms. She was so strong, he had made her that way, but in his arms that strength didn't matter. She surrendered to him, because that was what they both wanted. The cloth disappeared under his hands, as John brushed over Aclysia’s panties. Soon there was no covering for her cunt.
“Ma-ahster,” Aclysia gasped, as his fingers rubbed over her clit. Her body jolted against his, rubbing her plump ass against his groin. There, his sensitive dick was staining his pants with dribbles of pre-cum. Continuously kissing her neck, he pushed two digits knuckle-deep into her. While he fingered the quivering maid, he dragged his clothes back into the inventory.
With both of them now naked, John had no more mind for foreplay. He was already on the edge, pent-up, and she was so wet for him there was no excuse to wait. Withdrawing his drenched fingers, he gave Aclysia just enough room that she could bend forwards. Using one hand to stabilize herself on the desk, she used the other to reach behind and part her delicious fat bubble butt for him. The soft valleys her fingers dug into her pale flesh furthered John’s excitement. That spankable ass was all his.
John put his hand on the free cheek, to feel the sinful softness as well. He was tempted to try anal, just because horniness told him to, but he also knew that the hole she had above her dripping slit was, much like that slit originally had been, just a decorative bit without depth. Even if he had a desire for it, he could not live that out.
Not that the only choice left was anything short of a wonderful one.
John grabbed his cock and aligned himself with her entrance. The hairless cunt glistened with a need that Aclysia put into two simple, pleading words: “Fill me.”
Looking up from where the engorged head pushed into her pretty pink folds, the Gamer found the brilliant emerald eyes of his maid. Aclysia stared at him with intense desire. It was so much more than just lust, so much more than mere curiosity for the sensation of pleasure. She knew what it was. She knew who she was. She knew who he was. He mirrored all of these sensations. This wasn’t sex for pleasure’s sake, this was one lucky man fucking a haremette. “Fill me…?” John did not know why he asked that way, but he loved the answer.
“Fill me, Master,” Aclysia swooned and let out a deep moan when he thrust into her. It felt glorious inside her. Three days of abstinence put a whole new meaning to pleasure after being used to sex every single day. Her folds were gripping him like a vice. The only two reasons he could penetrate her were the sheer wetness and her pussy being made for his cock, by her own design.
Aclysia’s back arched and she grunted animalistically. Her breathing accelerated in equal measure to his own. When bottomed out against her ass, the two of them were panting hard. Their Libido was practically matched and the ease at which Aclysia was brought to the edge of orgasm reminded him of that much. Neither of them would last long.
Aclysia trembled with every breath, each exhale laden with lust and need. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth wide open, and her cunt contracted in infrequent pulses. This would not be a long affair and so John immediately went into a rapid pace. All he cared about was getting both of them off.
Aclysia howled at the ceiling, a sharp sound. The warmth of inner fire and the clenching folds massaged him past the point of no return. He grit his teeth, pushing back the orgasm for as long as he could. All the way inside her, the gripping of her cunt became too much and he was forced to a still. The second he stopped moving, his balls tightened and he pumped her artificial womb full of his seed.
The sense of relief that washed over him was out of this world. It wasn’t until the first spurt of cum pumped into her that he realized just how true it had been that he needed this. It was as if the burden of the stress melted away. It was less blissful than it was relaxing, each spurt making his entire body feel lighter. Aclysia swayed her bubble butt in little circles, coaxing every last drop he had out of him.
He realized he had been holding his breath and slowly let the pent-up air out. With it, the quivering quim of his equally post-orgasmic servant wrung the last few drops out of his shaft. “You’re still hard, Master,” Aclysia purred.
Indeed he was. Like the time he had lost his virginity, his cock refused to go down after just one shot. “Can you take more?” he asked, with a look at her trembling thighs.
“I want more,” the servant begged.
And with that the whole discussion was had. John pulled back and now, reassured in just how important this was to keep him going, focused entirely on this. When he thrust back in, he marvelled at the alluring ripple that travelled up her bubble butt. The heat of her insides matched the flames of his passion. Gripping her by the narrow waist, he pounded her properly
Aclysia could no longer look at him. Her gorgeous head hung downwards, her bodily control getting fucked out of her. All he had of proof of the depth of her enjoyment were her shameless cries and the continued gripping of her cunt. Solid proof, beyond any doubt, and all he wanted was more of it. The clapping of his hips against hers echoed in the room
“Master, how I missed this!” Aclysia threw her head back, shouting lewd confessions at the ceiling. “I want you to fuck me! I’m your maid in all things! Use my services every day!”
“I will!” John promised to her and himself. If sex was part of him and people considered that shallow, he would gladly accept the accusations of being shallow. He did not care. He loved both feeling this good and making people he cared about feel this good. This was his vice and he would indulge for as long as it kept him going.
Following a spontaneous impulse, he pulled a hand back and brought it down on her bouncing backside. “SMACK!” the impact echoed in the room. Aclysia was silenced for a second, then let out a renewed scream. John gripped her waist hard against himself and rutted into her hard enough that the table repeatedly banged against the wall.
It only took a couple more thrusts and Aclysia began squirting. The pussy juice sprayed all over John’s legs and her trembling thighs as he just kept on pounding her. He was on a direct course to his second orgasm and the way she savagely thrust her fat ass back at him was not helping.
Collapsing on top of her, shoving her hard down on the table, he pushed deep into her one last time and just released into her. An euphoric rush went not only through his own body, but through their mental connection. Aclysia radiated a sense of fulfilment as she got pumped full that was borderline manic. It only made John press harder against her, driving his cock as deep as her squishy ass would let him advance.
Over and over, his balls tightened. Ropes of cum painted her insides white with the hot liquid. His orgasm ebbed away long before hers. Pinned between him and the table. Aclysia kept spasming. The intense jolts calmed to occasional trembles, until they were both messes that slowly regained control over their breathing.
After pulling out, John managed to waddle the small distance to his office chair, while Aclysia remained half lying on the table. He was barely done catching his breath, when he spotted the thick white of his seed running down Aclysia’s thigh as a trickle. His cock twitched again, a deep part of him dissatisfied that his cum wasn’t staying inside this nubile servant. “So, about that shower…”
They took it together.
