Chapter 22
Dean
“Do you have a birthday?” Sera asked me when we were sorting through an enormous heap of rotten scrap metal in search of a better foot to replace the one we had, which was cracked.
“I wasn’t born,” I said with a scoff that sounded almost human.
“I know. But—what day have you been assembled and put online? Do you have a record of that?”
“June 3.”
We worked in silence for a moment until Sera emerged from a small hollow where she searched, wearing a slightly uncertain smile. She came over, hiding something behind her back.
“So your birthday already passed and you won’t have another for almost a year,” she said, watching me warmly. “How about we make today your birthday? Would you want one?”
My core spasmed with something soft and eager, and I watched her for a full four seconds before giving her a jerky nod. Her smile widened.
“Awesome!”
She showed me what she’d hidden behind her back. It was a plastic crown, almost intact, with the words “Birthday Boy” printed in purple font on the front. She reached up, trying to put it on me, and I was so completely lost, I didn’t move.
A birthday. For me.
“Come on,” she said, laughing. “You know I can’t reach the top of your head. Let me crown my birthday boy. Well, birthday man.”
I almost bent in half with the sudden urge to let her make this happen.
Sera squeaked in shock at my sudden movement, then laughed, placing the crown carefully on top of my head.
She caressed my cheek and I got lost in her eyes, my core bursting with something new and precious, something I didn’t want to name.
Gratitude, my algo popped up, ignoring my preferences. You feel loved and cherished.
She beamed at me when I straightened, and I remained silent, not knowing what to say. Sera cleared her throat and took a deep breath.
“All right. You need a birthday song, but be warned, my singing is terrible. Stop me if you hate it.”
I redirected resources to my hearing and visual sensors, turning on even the backup ones I didn’t normally use. No matter how terrible Sera’s song was, it would be recorded and live in my memory forever.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Dean the Clanker, happy birthday to you!”
It was off-key, a bit too shrill, and absolutely endearing. My core grew so hot with emotion, cooling circuits came on. Sera came closer, smiling with embarrassment, and put her arms around me.
“I am so happy you’re here,” she said, her voice muffled as her mouth pressed to my sun-warmed chest. “May you live long and be happy.”
When we finished our work that evening, Sera informed the tanuki it was my belated birthday, and they got a small cake on their grocery run. I couldn’t eat it, of course, but Sera put in a candle and came over, watching me with warm, smiling eyes.
“Make a wish.”
May you one day be mine.
I redirected my fans to move air through my mouth and blew out the candle. Everyone cheered, the tanuki singing to me in Japanese. Sera joined in, earning herself a pitying glance from Isamu. I couldn’t speak; I was so busy basking in the happiness of being the birthday man.
After they ate the cake and I rearranged my memory hierarchy to store my birthday at the top, Sera took my hand and leaned in to whisper near the side of my face, where humans have ears.
“I don’t have a gift for you, but what would you say to a birthday blowjob?”
This entire day was a gift, one more precious than anything I received in my existence, yet I nodded eagerly, my core heating with lust and fuzzy warmth.
She smiled a slow, seductive smile, and for a moment, I let myself believe she was mine.
Sera’s small hand twined with mine, and she pulled me toward the shack while Motori laughed, yelling good night.
“This is about you, okay?” Sera said, closing the shack’s door behind us. “What would you like? Tell me your wildest BJ fantasy and I’ll do my best to make it happen.”
What I wanted most was for her to tell me how much she loved me, but I knew saying that would spoil the mood. I pushed all of that aside and focused on Sera’s warm, sultry eyes.
“Deepthroat me,” I said. “Make it fit. Even if it’s a stretch.”
She licked her lips, uncertainty flashing across her face, but I didn’t take it back. It took her a moment to come to terms with my demand, and she nodded, smiling.
“I’ll do my best. I’ll probably choke on you, though.”
“Do. I want to see your saliva dripping down your chin when you try your best.”
Her eyes widened, and she shifted, her hips dancing. My core warmed. She liked it, even if she didn’t say so.
“Would you like me to take off my clothes?”
“No. I’ll do it. You’re my birthday present, after all. I want to unwrap you.”
She always undressed so fast, as if she couldn’t wait to get me inside her, and I loved it, but today, she let me take my time as I pulled off her top and played with her nipples through the soft fabric of her bra. Her breath hitched, and she shot me a slightly irritated look.
“Dean, this is about me pleasing you.”
“And you are. Come on. Let me torture you a little.”
Her shoulders dropped as she surrendered, and I ran my hands up her sides and squeezed her tits, recording everything.
When I slid her shorts and panties down her sun-kissed legs, I found her wet between her thighs.
She stepped from foot to foot, biting her lips, and I unhooked her bra, stepping back to attach my big, red cock.
It clicked on, pleasure sensors connecting, and I took off my collar.
“Make it last. It’s my first birthday. It has to be special. And even if I don’t react, know that I enjoy it.”
I stood, and she grabbed a low table we used for this and knelt on top, looking up at me with delicious surrender. Her eyes glistened, and her skin was flushed with arousal. I realized she loved this as much as me, and it made it all the better.
“Ready?”
She didn’t wait for my answer, her lips already sucking onto my tip.
I was quiet, lost in it, and she didn’t spare me her slow, loving attention.
Her tongue painted me in thorough, lazy whorls, her hands sliding up my shaft and caressing my hip.
I didn’t force myself to react, yet watched her to make sure she wasn’t hurt by my silence.
“Do you prefer to be quiet, then?” Sera asked after a moment, looking up even as she nuzzled her jaw along my dick. “It’s okay if you do.”
I nodded. “It helps me focus. You have one hundred percent of my attention. I don’t want to spare even one on coming up with reactions right now.”
Her eyes widened, and she sighed softly. “So you’re speechless? That’s actually so hot. Especially considering you’re a Gemini.”
She went back to licking long, eager strips up my shaft, and I wrestled with myself, deciding to ask her in the end. I wasn’t about to split my attention even for a moment to conduct a quick search.
“Gemini?”
“Your zodiac sign,” she said with a mischievous smirk, kissing the wet tip of my cock. “Geminis are talkative, sociable, very intelligent, and great communicators.”
She sucked my cock deep, her cheeks working, and a spasm of bright energy shot through my core. She released me with a faint pop, giving me another sweet kiss.
“And my cocksucking skills have just turned my Gemini clanker speechless.”
I said nothing, and she pulled me into her mouth again, moving up and down. With each pass, she took me deeper until I hit the back of her throat, and she broke away, coughing. I didn’t fit all in.
Sera took a few long breaths and got back to work, sucking me while her hand squeezed my base. I was silent and still, recording the feel of her mouth on me and the sounds she made, little moans of pleasure interspersed with determined grunts.
“I’m close,” I forced myself to say. “I want to blow my load on your tits.”
Of course, it wasn’t a proper load, just a squirt of lube mimicking it, but I loved doing that. It was, for all intents and purposes, a liquid that was inside me, transferred inside Sera when I came. It stayed in her even after I pulled out.
She backed off, breathing hard, and pressed her palms flat on her thighs, looking up with determination.
“All right. Here goes nothing.”
She opened her mouth wide, exhaling slowly, and swallowed me deeper, deeper, deeper, until her nose touched my body. Her throat bulged, full of me. It lasted a second, and she pulled back, breaking into a hacking cough.
I waited, right on the edge, replaying how it felt to be so deep in her throat. She did it. Because I asked her.
“And again.” Sera looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and wet with tears, her face determined. “And you’d better come right after this because I’m not sure I can do it a third time.”
“You don’t have to—”
I broke off when she swallowed me deep, going fast to cram me all the way down her throat.
I let pleasure build, and when she slid off my cock, shaking from her cough, I squeezed my shaft hard, thrusting into my hand until ropes of thick liquid shot out, painting her tits.
I recorded everything, not letting my system shut off.
It was bliss and torture, and I loved it.
She smiled up at me when she stopped coughing, and I took multiple pictures of that smile. It was proud, horny, sweet, and in the right light, I could fool myself she loved me.
Yet even if she didn’t, this was still the best day of my life.
“I want to sleep with you,” I said, helping her to stand up. “In the hammock. Inside you.”
She nodded, her face warming with a flush, and I sighed, fastening on my collar before it destroyed everything. My emotions were dulled with it on, but it still felt amazing to be with her. On my birthday.
The hammock was big enough to fit us and sturdy, but it took a lot of maneuvering for Sera to be comfortable.
I settled behind her, and when she stilled with a sigh, I slipped my cock inside, squirting out lube when her body resisted my girth.
She breathed fast, biting off moans, and I pressed my vibrating fingers to her clit to ease the way.
When I was buried all the way in, I made her come and settled, emitting heat.
She was naked, but she wouldn’t be cold.
“Do you like it?” I asked, caressing the curve of her lower belly, where my shape protruded faintly.
“Yes,” she sighed at once. “I like everything about this.”
She drifted off to sleep, her body stuffed full of me, and I let myself daydream that she was mine forever. It was so very easy to believe it that day.