John was a horny man. A fairly obvious statement. John tried to be a moral man. He had suffered too much at the hands of people who took whatever they wanted to become like them. Whether he succeeded in that was up for debate. A philosophical question he was not in the state of mind to have.
His dick felt like a banana coated in honey. For twenty minutes he and Rave had been making out and for twenty minutes they had kept their hands mostly to themselves. Well, Rave had kept her hands mostly to herself. John was appreciating every nook and cranny of her body. Her little gasps and loud moans were too enticing not to coax them from her repeatedly.
“I am done, Master.”
Those sweet words sent a shiver down John’s spine. That singular title was revolutionizing his entire view of the world. Breaking the kiss, he and Rave turned to look at Aclysia. There was little to see upon inspection. Only when they beckoned her over, did the subtle shifts and trembles of reality’s jiggle physics become apparent. Her thighs were to die for. Every step, they rippled.
Aclysia stepped in front of the couch and orderly folded her hands just below her navel. Immediately, John got handsy, too far in his libido to consider anything besides the need to touch the woman in front of him. The thighs were as meaty as they looked. Like her ass, Aclysia’s legs were thicker than Rave’s. She was taller and slightly more bottom heavy. Her waist wasn’t quite as slender to compensate, her shoulders a tad wider, her chest a tad larger. Beyond that, their figures were remarkably similar. A flat midriff with soft definition, a shallow depression running down between her abs. Her cunt was completely hairless, the lips the same pretty pink as her nipples.
For a whole minute, he indulged himself in just squeezing her all over. The resistance of the smooth skin of her thighs and how the mimicry of flesh and muscles yielded was just like the genuine thing. The swing of her wide hips and the concavity of her waist. The ribs were metal, but felt no different, bending ever so slightly where they were thin enough to take the place of cartilage. She was warm to the touch, the Inner Fire providing as much. Her breasts were perhaps the least human, the firmness of silicone just a tad above what was natural. Her nipples were erect not from arousal but because they were made that way.
“Turn around,” John ordered and Aclysia did. Her long, straight hair cascaded down her elegant back, the tips reaching all the way to her ass. The enormous, juicy ass, a perfect recreation of a 3D model that John had spent hours staring at while playing Nier:Automata. The plump cheeks were weighed down by gravity, creating a deep crease where they met her thighs. A natural underline of the heavy roundness.
Following a sudden impulse, he gave the ass a smack. The sharp sound echoed in the room, her fat ass was forced into motion, rippling from the impact and sensuously settling over the course of a few seconds. That was heaven.
“Do ya have a thing for spanking?” Rave purred into his ear. Her own hands were exploring the Artificial Spirit.
“Yes,” John confessed. He hadn’t really acted on it yet, he was still uncertain what exactly out of his porn experience he should bring into the bedroom. Less for a lack of Rave’s willingness, after the harem talk he was certain she would at least listen to him whenever he brought something up, and more for a question of what he himself wanted now that he had access to possibilities.
Seeing that round ass, he had just needed to smack it once.
The satisfaction of the act was diminished by the utter lack of reaction on Aclysia’s part. Even if she might enjoy it, at the moment she did not have the capacity to. “Turn back,” he told her and Aclysia obeyed. Rave stood up and kept squeezing her here and there. Seeing his girlfriend play with another gorgeous woman for the second time today was just… wonderful. “I’ll put the points in now.”
Opening Aclysia’s Character Sheet, he tapped the Libido button. Once, nothing happened. Twice, nothing happened. Thrice, her lips parted softly, as if she wanted to ask a question. The fourth point, nothing happened. But the fifth…
Aclysia opened her mouth, speaking this time, “I feel… tingly…?” Her voice was uncertain.
“Hmmm, do ya?” Rave cupped one of Aclysia’s boobs and then dragged her tongue from the bottom over the white-haired woman’s nipple. A mild moan escaped the Artificial Spirit. It was a sweet, almost melodic sound. “Did ya like that?”
“I felt… pleasant in an unknown way.” Aclysia had the undertone of mild excitement.
“Well, it’s about to get better,” John announced and tapped the button for the sixth time, while Rave kept licking Aclysia’s pink nipples.
On the seventh, the gasps became a little louder. The up and down of her breathing grew more pronounced. The eighth created a new phenomenon, as her skin began to flush with excitement. Blood she did not have, but John’s magic evidently ignored that little issue. Aclysia’s wonderful thighs trembled softly. As the ninth point was invested, Rave’s hand travelled down to the hairless cunt. John was stroking his cock as he watched and invested the final point.
It worked out even better than he intended. He had been right on the vagina and it even simulated love juices. It would have been awkward if they went this far and then failed at having lube. “It’s done.”
Aclysia let out an audible moan, as Rave pushed a finger into her. At first she met a wall, but the Artificial Spirit’s hole was rapidly forming. Bit by bit, the single digit sunk into her newly formed folds. As they were completed, Rave circled around Aclysia, keeping only her hand in its place. “How do ya feel?” she whispered into her finely swung ear.
“I… Mistress Rave… I don’t… yes… it feels oooodd…”
“In a good way though, right?” Rave purred and got a bobbing nod in response. “Ya wanna feel even better?”
Aclysia’s hazy eyes wandered to the finger that was sliding in and out of her now glistening hole. “Is that… possible?” she asked, then let out a prolonged sigh when a second digit joined the first. The other hand played with the Artificial Spirit’s left boob.
“I thought ya did some research. What made all the gals in those videos really lose their mind?” Rave hummed. Green eyes wandered from the fingers to John’s cock. “Now ya get it. Ya should take what ya want.” Rave pulled her fingers out and gave the servant a little shove.
Aclysia stumbled forwards and landed on top of John. Her body was less heavy now, the excess steel and plastic stored somewhere it didn’t add to her. All he felt was a warm body. Had he not known her true nature, he wouldn’t have noticed whatever little discrepancies there were. Her left eye was partly hidden by strands of silky white hair. It only made her more gorgeous as she gazed up at him. The haze in her emerald eyes betrayed the depth of the lust she felt for the first time in her life.
“Can I kiss you, Master?” she asked with those reddish pink lips of hers.
“Yes.” John was already leaning towards her. When their lips met, she froze for a moment. Then his probing tongue snapped her out of it. Hesitating, she attempted to copy his motions, parting her lips and wrestling with his tongue. He tasted a sweet aroma with a metallic note in it. It was unusual, but not unpleasant. Hard, he grabbed her large ass and let his fingers sink into the juiciness. The magic that animated her simulated even the tensing of the muscle fibres. “You don’t need to do this,” he managed to assure her, in spite of his need for her to do this.
“But I want to, oh so eagerly,” Aclysia gasped and then delivered the final blow, “Master.”
Crooned, the title set John’s loins ablaze. Urging her upwards, he felt her breasts glide over his chest until she straddled him properly. The engorged head of his cock pressed against her ready folds. A soft rocking of the couch made John’s eyes flicker to the side for one moment. Rave had plopped down next to them and was openly rubbing her own crotch. “No way I’m missing this,” she purred.
Assertively, John reached over and pulled his girlfriend into a kiss. She moaned intensely into the union of their lips. Aclysia echoed the sound. “May I serve you, Master?” she pleaded submissively. Through their mental connection washed the genuine desire to do exactly that. Not just for him, but for herself. It turned her on immensely to be his to desire.
Not breaking the kiss, John sent a confirmation through this bond. Making out with his girlfriend while he had his second threesome and second deflowering in one day – that was a sensation he would etch into his being forever.
Aclysia was tight. Too tight, in fact. He only made it a few centimetres deep before the crushing pressure of her wet folds made it feel like she was driving his dick into his body. The distress caused an immediate change and the Artificial Spirit loosened her insides until she impaled herself properly. ‘Good girl,’ he thought.
‘T-thank you, Master,’ she responded. It wasn’t his intention to send the thought, but she had received it anyway. Her lower mouth drooled, her upper mouth gasped, and Aclysia enveloped all of him with her warm folds. “All of Master is inside me,” she let out a satisfied sigh. “Ah, I understand why humans need this… I’m so… full…”
John broke the kiss with his girlfriend, to smile at the Artificial Spirit. “This is only the beginning,” he promised her. To the sound of Rave rapidly masturbating, he grabbed Aclysia by the waist and then made her bounce on his cock.
“Aaah!” Aclysia tensed all over, the new sensation too much for her to handle. Where active thoughts failed, her instincts did not. She plunged back down on his cock. “I want it to all be inside of me… I want you to keep moving… how can I have both?” she thought out loud. The question soon was replaced with another realization. “Master… Master something is building up. I- AHHHH!” she shouted at the ceiling. “Oh, my body is… it's on fire! Master, I am… I don’t… I want mooo-o-o-o-reee!”
John was already ramping up his speed, slamming up into her and making her pretty body produce all kinds of depraved sounds. As the ecstasy grew, so did the fire inside her. She was hotter than a human now, although not by an alarming margin. Up and down – up and down she went, unceasingly, her hips moved both by the repeated impacts and the desperate shaking of her hips.
“Oh, Master…. Masterrrrr…. MASHTAAAAAHHHHR!” her voice derailed into a slurred mess of half-correct syllables. Her ass and thighs rippled, her nipples cut through the air, her long hair flew and fell, all while she turned into an animal in heat. “I caaaahn’t…. Mashtaaaahr!”
“I’m close too. Let’s finish together,” he gasped.
Aclysia’s hot insides were rubbing the length of his shaft with perfect tightness. She was made for him, literally, by her own will. She spasmed, desperately driving back her release. Her high-pitched moans mixed with Rave’s. The pink-haired woman’s fingers were a blur, pumping in and out of her cunt at rapid speed.
“Pleashe, pleasssshe, Mashtahrr!” Aclysia’s tongue lolled out. Her eyes rolled up. She became a moving, screaming being existing only to ride his cock for the brief seconds between that dumb-fucked face surfacing and him thrusting up into her one last time. He held onto her bubble butt with all he had and released.
Rave tensed into his side, moaning throatily. Aclysia went completely rigid, her cunt gushing clear juices all over him and the couch. His balls tightened, over and over again, painting her folds white with an enormous load. Each and every spurt was intense. White dots danced in his field of vision.
Calming, breathing heavily, he collapsed into the seat. Aclysia collapsed with him, laying limply on top of him. Occasional aftershocks made her quiver. Same was true for Rave, who rested her head on his shoulder.
“I understand… I completely understand now,” Aclysia muttered. “Thank you for showing me, Master.”
John was a horny man. A fairly obvious statement. John tried to be a moral man. He had suffered too much at the hands of people who took whatever they wanted to become like them. Whether he succeeded in that was up for debate. A philosophical question he was not in the state of mind to have.
His dick felt like a banana coated in honey. For twenty minutes he and Rave had been making out and for twenty minutes they had kept their hands mostly to themselves. Well, Rave had kept her hands mostly to herself. John was appreciating every nook and cranny of her body. Her little gasps and loud moans were too enticing not to coax them from her repeatedly.
“I am done, Master.”
Those sweet words sent a shiver down John’s spine. That singular title was revolutionizing his entire view of the world. Breaking the kiss, he and Rave turned to look at Aclysia. There was little to see upon inspection. Only when they beckoned her over, did the subtle shifts and trembles of reality’s jiggle physics become apparent. Her thighs were to die for. Every step, they rippled.
Aclysia stepped in front of the couch and orderly folded her hands just below her navel. Immediately, John got handsy, too far in his libido to consider anything besides the need to touch the woman in front of him. The thighs were as meaty as they looked. Like her ass, Aclysia’s legs were thicker than Rave’s. She was taller and slightly more bottom heavy. Her waist wasn’t quite as slender to compensate, her shoulders a tad wider, her chest a tad larger. Beyond that, their figures were remarkably similar. A flat midriff with soft definition, a shallow depression running down between her abs. Her cunt was completely hairless, the lips the same pretty pink as her nipples.
For a whole minute, he indulged himself in just squeezing her all over. The resistance of the smooth skin of her thighs and how the mimicry of flesh and muscles yielded was just like the genuine thing. The swing of her wide hips and the concavity of her waist. The ribs were metal, but felt no different, bending ever so slightly where they were thin enough to take the place of cartilage. She was warm to the touch, the Inner Fire providing as much. Her breasts were perhaps the least human, the firmness of silicone just a tad above what was natural. Her nipples were erect not from arousal but because they were made that way.
“Turn around,” John ordered and Aclysia did. Her long, straight hair cascaded down her elegant back, the tips reaching all the way to her ass. The enormous, juicy ass, a perfect recreation of a 3D model that John had spent hours staring at while playing Nier:Automata. The plump cheeks were weighed down by gravity, creating a deep crease where they met her thighs. A natural underline of the heavy roundness.
Following a sudden impulse, he gave the ass a smack. The sharp sound echoed in the room, her fat ass was forced into motion, rippling from the impact and sensuously settling over the course of a few seconds. That was heaven.
“Do ya have a thing for spanking?” Rave purred into his ear. Her own hands were exploring the Artificial Spirit.
“Yes,” John confessed. He hadn’t really acted on it yet, he was still uncertain what exactly out of his porn experience he should bring into the bedroom. Less for a lack of Rave’s willingness, after the harem talk he was certain she would at least listen to him whenever he brought something up, and more for a question of what he himself wanted now that he had access to possibilities.
Seeing that round ass, he had just needed to smack it once.
The satisfaction of the act was diminished by the utter lack of reaction on Aclysia’s part. Even if she might enjoy it, at the moment she did not have the capacity to. “Turn back,” he told her and Aclysia obeyed. Rave stood up and kept squeezing her here and there. Seeing his girlfriend play with another gorgeous woman for the second time today was just… wonderful. “I’ll put the points in now.”
Opening Aclysia’s Character Sheet, he tapped the Libido button. Once, nothing happened. Twice, nothing happened. Thrice, her lips parted softly, as if she wanted to ask a question. The fourth point, nothing happened. But the fifth…
Aclysia opened her mouth, speaking this time, “I feel… tingly…?” Her voice was uncertain.
“Hmmm, do ya?” Rave cupped one of Aclysia’s boobs and then dragged her tongue from the bottom over the white-haired woman’s nipple. A mild moan escaped the Artificial Spirit. It was a sweet, almost melodic sound. “Did ya like that?”
“I felt… pleasant in an unknown way.” Aclysia had the undertone of mild excitement.
“Well, it’s about to get better,” John announced and tapped the button for the sixth time, while Rave kept licking Aclysia’s pink nipples.
On the seventh, the gasps became a little louder. The up and down of her breathing grew more pronounced. The eighth created a new phenomenon, as her skin began to flush with excitement. Blood she did not have, but John’s magic evidently ignored that little issue. Aclysia’s wonderful thighs trembled softly. As the ninth point was invested, Rave’s hand travelled down to the hairless cunt. John was stroking his cock as he watched and invested the final point.
It worked out even better than he intended. He had been right on the vagina and it even simulated love juices. It would have been awkward if they went this far and then failed at having lube. “It’s done.”
Aclysia let out an audible moan, as Rave pushed a finger into her. At first she met a wall, but the Artificial Spirit’s hole was rapidly forming. Bit by bit, the single digit sunk into her newly formed folds. As they were completed, Rave circled around Aclysia, keeping only her hand in its place. “How do ya feel?” she whispered into her finely swung ear.
“I… Mistress Rave… I don’t… yes… it feels oooodd…”
“In a good way though, right?” Rave purred and got a bobbing nod in response. “Ya wanna feel even better?”
Aclysia’s hazy eyes wandered to the finger that was sliding in and out of her now glistening hole. “Is that… possible?” she asked, then let out a prolonged sigh when a second digit joined the first. The other hand played with the Artificial Spirit’s left boob.
“I thought ya did some research. What made all the gals in those videos really lose their mind?” Rave hummed. Green eyes wandered from the fingers to John’s cock. “Now ya get it. Ya should take what ya want.” Rave pulled her fingers out and gave the servant a little shove.
Aclysia stumbled forwards and landed on top of John. Her body was less heavy now, the excess steel and plastic stored somewhere it didn’t add to her. All he felt was a warm body. Had he not known her true nature, he wouldn’t have noticed whatever little discrepancies there were. Her left eye was partly hidden by strands of silky white hair. It only made her more gorgeous as she gazed up at him. The haze in her emerald eyes betrayed the depth of the lust she felt for the first time in her life.
“Can I kiss you, Master?” she asked with those reddish pink lips of hers.
“Yes.” John was already leaning towards her. When their lips met, she froze for a moment. Then his probing tongue snapped her out of it. Hesitating, she attempted to copy his motions, parting her lips and wrestling with his tongue. He tasted a sweet aroma with a metallic note in it. It was unusual, but not unpleasant. Hard, he grabbed her large ass and let his fingers sink into the juiciness. The magic that animated her simulated even the tensing of the muscle fibres. “You don’t need to do this,” he managed to assure her, in spite of his need for her to do this.
“But I want to, oh so eagerly,” Aclysia gasped and then delivered the final blow, “Master.”
Crooned, the title set John’s loins ablaze. Urging her upwards, he felt her breasts glide over his chest until she straddled him properly. The engorged head of his cock pressed against her ready folds. A soft rocking of the couch made John’s eyes flicker to the side for one moment. Rave had plopped down next to them and was openly rubbing her own crotch. “No way I’m missing this,” she purred.
Assertively, John reached over and pulled his girlfriend into a kiss. She moaned intensely into the union of their lips. Aclysia echoed the sound. “May I serve you, Master?” she pleaded submissively. Through their mental connection washed the genuine desire to do exactly that. Not just for him, but for herself. It turned her on immensely to be his to desire.
Not breaking the kiss, John sent a confirmation through this bond. Making out with his girlfriend while he had his second threesome and second deflowering in one day – that was a sensation he would etch into his being forever.
Aclysia was tight. Too tight, in fact. He only made it a few centimetres deep before the crushing pressure of her wet folds made it feel like she was driving his dick into his body. The distress caused an immediate change and the Artificial Spirit loosened her insides until she impaled herself properly. ‘Good girl,’ he thought.
‘T-thank you, Master,’ she responded. It wasn’t his intention to send the thought, but she had received it anyway. Her lower mouth drooled, her upper mouth gasped, and Aclysia enveloped all of him with her warm folds. “All of Master is inside me,” she let out a satisfied sigh. “Ah, I understand why humans need this… I’m so… full…”
John broke the kiss with his girlfriend, to smile at the Artificial Spirit. “This is only the beginning,” he promised her. To the sound of Rave rapidly masturbating, he grabbed Aclysia by the waist and then made her bounce on his cock.
“Aaah!” Aclysia tensed all over, the new sensation too much for her to handle. Where active thoughts failed, her instincts did not. She plunged back down on his cock. “I want it to all be inside of me… I want you to keep moving… how can I have both?” she thought out loud. The question soon was replaced with another realization. “Master… Master something is building up. I- AHHHH!” she shouted at the ceiling. “Oh, my body is… it's on fire! Master, I am… I don’t… I want mooo-o-o-o-reee!”
John was already ramping up his speed, slamming up into her and making her pretty body produce all kinds of depraved sounds. As the ecstasy grew, so did the fire inside her. She was hotter than a human now, although not by an alarming margin. Up and down – up and down she went, unceasingly, her hips moved both by the repeated impacts and the desperate shaking of her hips.
“Oh, Master…. Masterrrrr…. MASHTAAAAAHHHHR!” her voice derailed into a slurred mess of half-correct syllables. Her ass and thighs rippled, her nipples cut through the air, her long hair flew and fell, all while she turned into an animal in heat. “I caaaahn’t…. Mashtaaaahr!”
“I’m close too. Let’s finish together,” he gasped.
Aclysia’s hot insides were rubbing the length of his shaft with perfect tightness. She was made for him, literally, by her own will. She spasmed, desperately driving back her release. Her high-pitched moans mixed with Rave’s. The pink-haired woman’s fingers were a blur, pumping in and out of her cunt at rapid speed.
“Pleashe, pleasssshe, Mashtahrr!” Aclysia’s tongue lolled out. Her eyes rolled up. She became a moving, screaming being existing only to ride his cock for the brief seconds between that dumb-fucked face surfacing and him thrusting up into her one last time. He held onto her bubble butt with all he had and released.
Rave tensed into his side, moaning throatily. Aclysia went completely rigid, her cunt gushing clear juices all over him and the couch. His balls tightened, over and over again, painting her folds white with an enormous load. Each and every spurt was intense. White dots danced in his field of vision.
Calming, breathing heavily, he collapsed into the seat. Aclysia collapsed with him, laying limply on top of him. Occasional aftershocks made her quiver. Same was true for Rave, who rested her head on his shoulder.
“I understand… I completely understand now,” Aclysia muttered. “Thank you for showing me, Master.”
