Chapter 5
Wyl
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I realize what a bad idea this is. The Galactic Authority banned sex with droids for a reason.
Looking at Aura, half naked and almost literally vibrating with need, I decide that their reason is stupid.
I drop the blanket covering my cock, lying back on the cot and pulling Aura down on top of me.
Its warm chest—no, her warm chest—presses against mine, and I marvel at how realistic she feels.
When I run my hands across her synthetic skin, she’s warm.
Soft. Her engineer did a phenomenal job replicating the feel of a human body beneath my hands.
When I kissed her, it was like kissing any other human woman—only better.
I wonder if the rest of her feels as human …
With Aura above me, the power balance is more even. I may have initiated this, but now she can control our pacing at a speed that she finds comfortable.
That speed, apparently, is lightspeed.
Aura rips off her pants like they were made of the thinnest paper possible. She straddles my lap with the confidence of a pro.
“You know what to do?” I ask, though it’s probably a stupid question.
Her synthetic pussy glistens with moisture, likely a stored lubricant that’s programmed to release upon sexual stimulation, and she grips my cock with the perfect amount of pressure …
not too strong, not too weak. Absolutely sublime.
Aura nods, and her pupillary openings dilate. I sure hope she can control her lasers in a situation like this …
“I have accessed the necessary files in my personal database. There are many positions contained in my sexual interaction subprograms.” She cocks her head, an act I find more endearing each time I see it.
“I was not aware of these subprograms previously. Perhaps they were hidden beneath other code. What would you like me to perform first?”
Her question troubles me. I want Aura to choose for herself, not just pick what she thinks will please me.
“What looks most appealing to you?” I pose the question while letting my hands roam, only pausing when I find a spot that she reacts to.
She opens her mouth to answer, but right at that moment I locate the android equivalent of a clit, and Aura’s body jerks and quivers as I experiment with different amounts of pressure, different speeds.
“Wyl … Wyl, what is happening?”
Her words come out in a hushed whisper, and she heaves for air as if her body requires it to survive, gasping and panting.
I slip two fingers inside her as I continue to provide pressure to her clit with my thumb. She feels so real, as real as any human pussy I’ve sampled in my time. Warm, slick, and tight. “It’s okay, Aura. Your engineer must have coded orgasms into your programming. You’re about to come.”
“Is that bad?” she whines.
“No … It’s so, so good. This means you can enjoy sexual intimacy, too. I’m glad.” Flashing her a smile, I gaze into her wide eyes, hoping to reassure her. “There was a brief moment that I worried you wouldn’t get any pleasure from this.”
“You were … concerned with … my pleasure…?”
Aura’s eyes roll back in their sockets, and her voice trails off as she starts riding my hand. I keep steady pressure on her clit, and she releases my cock, moving her hands to her breasts and toying with her nipples, which have become hard—much in the same way human nipples do.
Her engineer had to have built her for this.
Maybe not entirely, but whoever it was certainly had this in mind during her construction.
Even the stories I heard about the XR-17 androids didn’t mention this level of sexual detail.
Those droids, from my understanding, were designed to please their human owners.
Never have I seen android-focused pleasure listed as a feature of the femdroids of old.
Faster and faster Aura rolls her hips, and faster and faster she gasps for air. If I didn’t know that androids don’t require oxygen, I might worry she’s going to hyperventilate.
“Wyl … This is—I do not have words. Please do not stop.”
“Just wait until my cock is in there. You’re going to enjoy that so much, Aura.”
“Is this … pleasing … to you, Wyl?” she asks as she throws her head back and arches her mechanical spine.
She’s contorted in a position that no human could manage, but there’s a surreal beauty to it, an almost divine curve that excites me more than anything or anyone ever has. I could watch her forever and never tire of the sight.
Aura is close … so close … I double down the pressure to her sensory nerve bundle and pump faster with my fingers.
I want her to come first.
Then it happens: She seizes, screaming, spasming all over, and the lubricant coming from her pussy pours out in thick streams that run down her thighs.
Pulling my fingers out of Aura, I hold the wet digits in front of her as her twitching gradually slows.
“See this, Aura? Your engineer made you able to come.”
Her chest heaves as she finally starts to catch her breath. “I have … come? That is what this is?”
“Probably a synthetic lubricant of some sort, but yeah, your design allows you to come when you climax.” Looking at the material dripping down my hand, I get an idea. “Is this lubricant edible?”
Red light glows from her pupils as she conducts a brief scan. “Yes. It is water based, with some mild artificial fruit flavoring. I believe it is based on an ancient plant called strawberry.”
I grin and lick the synthetic cum from my fingers. Aura’s pupils dilate, and her lips part slightly as her cheek panels take on a hazy blue glow.
“This is a normal act for humans? Tasting the ejaculate of the female mate?”
“And some females taste or swallow the male’s cum. For some of us, just knowing that we made our mate come is erotic; being able to taste the physical result of an orgasm is highly erotic, too.”
“Do I … taste pleasurable?”
Running a finger through the lubricant on her thigh, I lift my hand to Aura’s mouth. “See for yourself.”
“Is this erotic as well? Pleasurable for you to watch?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She smiles demurely and slowly licks my finger, then closes her lips around it and sucks on it. Her eyelids flutter shut, and she moans softly.
“I taste pleasant,” she remarks after, sounding almost surprised.
“Very,” I agree, stroking myself as I watch her.
Aura’s gaze moves to my hand on my cock, and she frowns.
“I have neglected to fully please you, though. You are self-pleasing, and you have not climaxed yet.” She runs a fingertip down my cheek, my neck, my chest, finally coming to rest at my pelvis, just above my fisted cock. “May I remedy this for you, Wyl?”
“How would you like to remedy it?” I ask, teasing.
She cocks her head again. “Would you prefer me to answer that orally?”
“I would love for you to remedy me orally.”
From the way she smiles, the play on words was not lost on her.
She places her hands on the bed, one on each side of my hips, and maneuvers so her mouth hovers over my cock.
Her ass winds up lifted in the air, and her legs are spread above mine.
Aura maintains hard eye contact with me as she slowly takes my cock into her mouth.
She licks the slit in my tip, licks around the head, then closes her lips around me and begins to suck.
It feels like a human mouth … warm, wet, with a textured tongue and soft, supple lips. The suction is gentle, not as strong as Aura’s likely capable of, with a subtle rhythm as she swallows me down bit by bit.
At first, her actions are a bit, well … robotic.
Too measured, too repetitive. I place a hand on her head, grabbing her hair and gently guiding her to bob up and down.
My emphasis is on a more natural rhythm, with intermittent pauses.
She quickly picks up on what I’m doing, even adding some slight twists and increased tongue movement.
Together, we work her down my shaft until her lips touch my pelvis.
One difference that I immediately enjoy about a blowjob from an android: no gag reflex.
None.
While she sucks me with more gusto and finesse than even experienced humans have, while some mechanism inside her throat swallows, Aura moans and rolls her eyes.
I wonder briefly if this is her expressing enjoyment of the act, or if she’s just performing a scripted, programmed sequence.
Y’know, “execute command: [moan] at one minute, seven point five seconds,” or something like that.
Then she reaches between her legs with one hand and starts to rub her pseudo-clit. She sucks harder—not painfully so, but enough that I shudder and start to thrust up into her throat, faster and faster, chasing my impending orgasm.
I love it when a woman touches herself while sucking my cock; it means I’m doing something right. At least, with a human woman it does.
Aura’s enthusiasm, demonstrated through these seemingly improvised movements, is encouraging. I want her to enjoy herself, even if I’m the main focus … for now.
It’ll be her turn again soon enough.
“There you go, Aura … Suck it all down, doll. Take me all the way down that pretty neck of yours. I want you to fucking drink it all when I come inside your throat.”
Aura nods as much as the position allows, “breathing” through her nose. Her hand between her legs moves faster, and she whines around my cock.
“You’re doing so good for me, Aura. A little bit more now. I’m almost there.”
Just when I think I’ve got it all together, Aura does something that no human partner could do:
She starts to vibrate.
It begins with her mouth, then travels down her throat.
Aura’s orgasm does me in. Between the vibrations, the suction, and her screaming with my cock buried deep in her throat, I can’t hold back any longer.
I grip her head with both hands as I give one final thrust up into her.
She twitches and spasms, swallowing frantically.
Even so, my cum oozes out and drips down her chin a little.
My head falls back into the pillow behind me, and I gasp for air as I try to recover. I let my eyes drift closed, so when Aura kisses me—with a mouthful of cum—I’m not expecting it.
This shouldn’t be as hot as it is. I’ve never had a fetish for tasting my own cum, but when Aura moans into my mouth and starts stroking my cock back to life while her tongue swirls the fluid around, I realize this is sexier than I ever could have dreamed.
Our kiss lasts what feels like an eternity, but at the same time it’s over far too soon.
Aura lies down next to me and snuggles close.
I stroke her hair while she rests her head on my chest, smoothing out the strands where my guiding hands mussed them.
The moment is sweet, idyllic, the perfect end to a steamy evening.
“Wyl?”
I kiss her forehead. “Yes, Aura?”
“May we try vaginal intercourse now, please?”