Chapter 20 #2
Waves of pleasure rolled down my spine. Words were his jam, weren’t they?
If anything, a clanker knew how to spew nonsense for hours, and this was my type of fucking nonsense.
I crammed him deeper in my mouth, almost unhinging my jaw.
It ached, my tight tendons stretching, and I kept going, sliding up and down the hard length as far as I could without choking.
“See, it’s not too big.” He stroked my head, his eyes dimming. “You’re so hardworking and so brave, aren’t you, beautiful? You’ll take it. Nice and slow. Let me just optimize this one thing. Fuck!”
Light escaped through cracks in his armor that I didn’t even know were there. He was silent and still, his face slack with pleasure, and I sucked him harder, wondering if I could make it last. He wasn’t organic, after all. Maybe his circuits could take more bliss.
The light pulsed for a few seconds, then disappeared. Dean’s hand twitched against the back of my head, and he pulled me gently off his cock.
“It was the best fucking experience of my life,” he declared. “But I did it all wrong. I was supposed to make you wet so you can take it. And instead—”
“Everything is perfect. Why don’t you see for yourself?”
I stood up, pushing my shorts and panties down my legs. He was on his knees in a blink, helping me. When I was bare, my bra joining the pile of clothes on the floor, he hunched low and pressed his face between my legs. I widened my stance, and Dean’s tongue, long and thick, met wetness.
“Twelve minutes left,” he murmured. “We have time for this.”
My world rocked when his tongue vibrated right against my clit. I grabbed his head for balance and danced in place, my hips rocking to the rhythm he set. Oh, this wouldn’t take long at all.
“I see what you mean by reacting,” Dean said, licking me still. Of course, his voice came from the speakers. He could eat me out and talk at the same time. “You show me with your whole body how good it is. It’s fucking adorable. Lift your leg.”
I hooked my knee on his shoulder, and he dove in deeper, pushing his vibrating tongue inside me.
I yelped, grabbing onto him harder to stay up.
Everything undulated, my legs shaking. He found my spot and attacked it with thrusts and vibrations until all I could do was keen as I hovered right over the precipice.
He made me come mercifully fast with his tongue deep inside me, and after it was over, he pulled me into his lap as he sat on his heels on the floor.
“I’ll hold you, Sera. I won’t let you slide down too low. I promise.”
I nodded, barely coherent, grabbing onto his shoulders as he lifted my ass. His cock tilted upward, controlled by some hidden mechanism, and Dean lowered me slowly. The tip nudged my opening, and I sobbed once, shaking.
“Shh. It’s just the tip. It won’t hurt, I promise.”
“That’s not… Not why…” I lost my tongue when he slid in. The stretch was uncomfortable, then full, then…
“Oh God, stop!” I cried right when the merciless downward trajectory of my body halted. Dean held me in both palms like an offering as I hovered above his lap, his dick maybe two inches in, too thick to hold.
“Baby, I’ve only started.”
It vibrated, just once, for half a second. I jolted with a cry, my muscles responding.
“You squeeze me so tight,” he murmured. “Good pussy. Now stay.”
He was still, yet his cock thrust shallowly like a piston, an inch in, an inch out, the flared head stretching me wider as he almost pulled out. I focused on my breathing, thinking it was bearable, but of course, I was wrong. It vibrated, and I spasmed with a cry of pleasure.
“See? You can take it really nicely. We could fit, Sera. You’ll stretch a little, and I’ll come deeper—like this.”
He let me fall an inch lower, and I groaned as the impossibly thick length pushed deeper. My hands slid on the smooth metal of his shoulders, my fingers grappling for purchase.
“Tell me we could, sweetheart. We could make it work. You would try, wouldn’t you? Just like now. My brave girl, taking this monster so nicely.”
I fell lower, choking on my breath as fear and pleasure spasmed through me in thick currents. When I looked down, half of him was still outside my body, but I felt full to bursting already.
“You l-lied,” I said, half-sobbing. “You said j-just the tip.”
“Do you want just the tip?”
“I want to live through this!”
“Shh, you will. You just need to relax. Should I play you a breathing exercise?”
I huffed out a soundless laugh, shaking my head.
“No? All right. Make space for me, beautiful.”
He lowered me deeper into his lap, and my pelvis filled with warmth and the ache of tense muscles being worked loose.
The vibrations grew stronger and faster even as his thrusts became longer, shockingly easy in my wetness.
I bathed him in arousal, and my body kept making more, as if knowing the challenge wasn’t over.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me in a low, raspy voice. “So beautiful. You make me feel alive. I think I awakened for you, Sera. I saw you and wanted to be free. You made me a person.”
His words soared through me, uncomprehensible to my brain drunk on pleasure.
Dean angled my hips, pressing me closer to his torso until my inner thighs flattened against it.
His armor vibrated against my clit, and I went off like a firework, burning through ecstasy.
It built, impossible to withstand, until I blacked out a little.
My flesh stretched and soared, welcoming him deeper, and bliss made me hold his length and girth like it was my birthright.
When I could think again, I realized I sat heavy in his lap, and he was still, no longer vibrating, as his hand gently caressed my belly.
“Look. We fit. Even if I had to rearrange your guts a little.”
I squinted in the dim light. “What… What’s that?” I asked, my voice sounding sort of detached.
I was too loose and relaxed to freak out, but it looked freaky.
“Me inside you. Fitting very snugly. Here.”
He took my hand and placed it on the tumescent bulge pushing out through my skin on my lower belly. I released a shaky breath, running my fingers over the shape. It didn’t hurt. In fact, everything inside me radiated bliss, and it felt like I could come again.
Just when I opened my mouth to say that, Dean’s hand slid to my back.
“You can’t run from me now,” he murmured, sounding pleased and a bit menacing.
“What do you… Oh!”
I shivered when I felt his touch caressing the scar on my side, tracing its shape, slow and loving. He hummed, and I stared ahead with eyes glazed by a mist of tears that refused to fall. Inside me, things crashed and turned to dust, Dean’s careful touch unknotting years of tension and shame.
Delicate piano music began playing as he pressed his palm to my largest scar, then trailed his fingers up my spine to touch the others. I shook harder yet didn’t stop him. When the last note of the music played out, he ran his hand down my spine.
“I’m proud of you, my sweet girl.”
He put his hand under my ass and stood up smoothly. I grabbed on to him with arms that felt like noodles. Thankfully, we weren’t going far. He grabbed his collar and snapped it on, and I sighed mournfully, stroking his cheek.
“I’ll take it off when it’s safe again. It’s going to run a few checks now, since it thinks there was a minor error in reporting. Rest up, sweetheart.”
I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes.