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Building Selma, Milo had always known she was going to be tall. It hadn’t concerned him at all. Mostly because he hadn’t honestly been thinking of trying to make love to her.
A wild part of his brain, of course, might have entertained those thoughts when he’d finished. And more than once the thought had popped into his head as he’d stared at her in her flimsy bikini armor.
Especially since he’d accepted Tania.
But what he hadn’t thought too much of was logistics. And, as a clocker, he knew these things mattered more than most people would expect.
It was a good thing, then, that with Tania he had been learning a bit more about the logistics of finding and giving pleasure.
Tania wasn’t shy. And he was curious.
He gently pushed Selma back down onto her back and stood over her. Looming. While she looked up at him with wide eyes and trembling lips. She gulped.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said as he moved to kiss her again.
“Don’t do anything just now,” he told her.
Their tongues swirled together in a melting dance that felt like being caught on an ocean wave. He cupped her face in his hands, drawing a happy hum from her as the kiss ended.
His eyes studied hers.
He knew them well. It hadn’t been easy to put them together. The intricate components had been tricky. Every part of her face had been difficult.
In his hands, her cheeks didn’t feel mechanical. They didn’t feel like anything except soft warm skin.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back. A nervous smile.
“I ain’t like Tania,” she said slowly. “Milo, I’m a little scared.”
“I know what you are, Selma,” he assured her, stroking her cheeks and climbing onto the stone slab with her. It was cold and hard. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic place, but he knew it was the best time.
Her legs were trembling as he gently moved them apart to make room for himself. Rubbing her thighs, he smiled as she let out a shy giggle.
“That tickles, Milo.”
He moved his hands up a little more “What about here?”
She nodded, her face turning so pink it was almost unreal. “Yesss! Tickles so much!”
She writhed and giggled as his hands moved higher. Sliding across her firm skin. Feeling the change of warmth as he was led inevitably towards her sex. But he pulled away only a hair away from touching her soft mound.
Instead he moved higher, leaning down to kiss her belly button.
“That tickles, tooo!”
Her stomach was hard and muscular. She’d been built with more athleticism in mind. Strength flowed through her body on hard cords and tight cables.
Yet, after so many times making love to Tania, he no longer thought of his golems as mechanical creatures. They were as real as he was.
And she felt real under his exploring touch.
His palms pressed at her breasts, gliding around their incredible curves until his thumbs found her nipples. She hissed a breath and arched with a cry. “Miloooo! It’s tickling me! You’re tickling me!”
He grinned and then clamped his mouth over her breast, his tongue lashing at her nipple. The taste and texture of her made him harder.
He wanted her.
He wanted to thrust into her and go wild.
But she wasn’t Tania. And her mind wasn’t filled with that sort of thing.
Not yet.
So, he slowed down. He moved higher, lifting his head and angling his mouth over hers. Her tongue trembled shyly as they kissed again. He could feel her body under him as he pressed down lightly.
Their height was so crazily different, so his rod was laying flat across her tummy. But he was hard, and she felt it.
Looking down, Selma shook her head and gulped again. “Can I touch it?”
“Do you want to?”
“I think so?”
“Then, you can if you want, Selma.”
She reached with a shaking hand. Her fingers lightly prodded the shaft of his manhood. When it twitched, she let out a delighted giggle. “It moved!” Then, she looked up at him in shock. “You can make it move?”
“Sort of,” he said, tensing and making his cock bounce a little. “It’s not exactly a tentacle, though.”
“Oh.”
He wasn’t sure if she found that disappointing or not.
“I don’t know much,” she admitted. “I think my core is full of stuff about other things.”
“Like fighting?”
Selma shook her head, mostly distracted by gently brushing her fingers up and down his member. “Knitting. I like knitting.”
“Really?”
“I haven’t had a chance to do it, though.”
He kissed her cheek. “We’ll have to change that.”
“Are you gonna put it inside me?”
“Do you want me to?”
She nodded, looking up at him and smiling. “I think so.”
Moving as slowly as he could, he moved his hand down over her breast. Down her waist.
Over her hip.
Then even more slowly over the mound of her sex before his fingers slid lightly across the folds of her slit.
“Milo!” She gave a gasp which sounded like a hiccup. “That tickles even more!”
“Here?” He swirled his fingers around the soft outer skin.
She nodded. “There.”
He slid his finger gently between the lips of her sex, feeling a warm moist stickiness. With the lightest of strokes, the tip of his finger touched her clit and then moved down to circle her opening. “What about here?”
She hiccuped again, grabbing his arm tightly. “More than anything!”
Grinning, he found himself remembering all the little things about how her pussy was made. He knew this part of her intimately. But this was the first time he’d touched it like this.
He felt his cock throb almost painfully. It was still a struggle not to just ram himself deep inside her.
But he pushed that down.
And instead pushed his finger into her. She squeezed tightly around his knuckle, still gripping his arm with both hands. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.
“Oh! Milo!”
“Tickles in there?”
She nodded emphatically. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head just as emphatically. “No.”
He had to reach to kiss her again, and she bent her neck so their lips could meet. While their tongues explored each other, his finger explored the slick wetness of her inner walls.
Her hips bucked a little as he found a place she seemed to like. Pressing on it, he moved his finger inside her, drawing a long guttural groan.
“Oh, Milo… Milo, that’s too much. Too much!”
He pulled his finger out of her and swirled it around her opening. He slid gently up and down in rhythmic motions, making her moan and hiccup at the same time.
The whole situation was almost enough to make him laugh.
Selma was his most violent golem. How many times had he seen her wade into battle for him? Yet, here she was in a fragile state, her body trembling under him.
Afraid and excited at the same time.
Exactly how he’d felt when he’d taken Tania into his arms that first time.
It was sweet, he realized. And that’s exactly the kind of woman Selma was. At her very core, she had a sweet nature.
“I love you, Selma Standpoint,” he said simply.
His words made her arch her back, and she gave him a frenzied look of awe and adoration. “I love you, toooo! Miloooo!”
He tried not to chuckle as he moved his hips and pressed his cock against her opening. Using his hand, he moved the head of his manhood, rubbing at her twitching entrance, feeling her aroused wetness cover his tip.
“Milo…” She let out a small squeak and finally let go of his arm. Instead, she put both hands around his head and swallowed hard. “Please…?”
She lifted her hips off the stone, offering herself to him.
Giving herself completely.
He pierced her sex with a slow roll of his hips, and they groaned together as they each felt the joining of their bodies in different ways.
He knew the texture of her was different to Tania’s. He’d been expecting it to be different. Hers was more delicate. She felt softer. Tight, for sure. Especially when she squeezed around him with a little shy squeak. But softer.
Wetter.
And so hot it made his cock feel like it had come home.
The only thing that stopped him from cumming into her right there and then was his experience. He grit his teeth and pushed the rising wave of ecstasy away. Mentally telling it he wasn’t ready.
Not yet.
He wanted more.
Because she wanted more.
“B-b-be gentle, Milo,” Selma whimpered softly. “Please?”
He smiled down at her, holding himself over her. Unable to reach her mouth, he lowered his lips onto her nipple and gently licked it. “Don’t worry, Selma,” he told her. “Don’t worry about that at all.”
He started moving inside her.
Long aching movements which drew a gurgled gasp from her every time he went deeper.
Eventually, he entered her all the way. At that point, she writhed and her legs lifted to let him push deeper.
He held himself cautiously above her. “How does it feel?”
“Amazing,” she giggled. “I think… I think I’ll be fine?”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded firmly, looking down at him with pleading eyes.
She moaned as he started moving with a more natural rhythm. A rhythm he could build something special with. Something his fragile little golem would remember for her entire life.
Because that’s what he wanted.
For her first time to be special.
In his nostrils, the smells of the Workshop were strong. Oil. Burnt metal. Grease.
But over that was the light floral scent of her perfume. They’d been right about the effect each had on him. Just the smell of her being so different was enough to keep him grounded and focused on her.
He didn’t think to try things that Tania liked.
He instead found himself consumed by discovering Selma.
She gasped as he made a change of angle, testing her. Probing her. Searching for that one place which would drive her crazy.
He grinned at her as her eyes fluttered. “Tickles there?”
“Right there,” she confirmed.
He focused on that point, moving himself so the head of his cock ground against it with every thrust. Each time, he drew a mew of carnal delight from her, a raw sound that contained the duality of Selma.
Raw power with demure softness.
The sound of her yipping little squeals made him grin. Grin as she suddenly froze under him.
“Milo! Milo! It’s coming… I think…”
She suddenly bucked violently under him, almost throwing him off. He had to snatch at her waist and grip her hard just to stay on. She bucked again and again, letting out throaty cries as he thrust into her with long hard strokes that were too much for him to endure.
He felt his orgasm smash into him as they came together. He erupted inside her, grunting with the effort of holding on while their bodies crashed and mashed against each other.
“I feel it!” she cried. “Milo, I feel you!”
Grinding into her, he let out a hiss and his whole body shook with hers.
“Blast,” he growled, easing the pace as she flopped unmoving under him. “You feel so good…”
“Really?” She panted a little, her face showing an awkward smile. “I mean, I don’t want to be naughty or anything. But… is it as nice as Tania’s? My coochie, I mean?”
Milo choked on his laughter, slumping on top of her, his head resting between her soft breasts. He reached up and cupped one and sighed contentedly.
“Give me a minute,” he told her. “Just a minute.”
“For what?”
“So I can show you just how good your coochie felt.”
“Umm.” She cradled him in her arms. She was so warm, he thought. “Okay. What do you mean by that? Are you gonna do something?”
“Something is right, Selma Standpoint,” he told her. “And then I’m going to do it again. And again if I can. I’m gonna do it until your coochie understands just how good it feels.”
“Oh.” Selma blinked as she finally understood his meaning. “Eep!”