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“I’ve finished it.” Kamski proclaims. RK’s eyebrows raise.
“Finished what?”
“The project.”
Kamski pushes RK toward their bedroom, and RK is amused enough by his manic energy to go along. He hasn’t seen Elijah in days. Once across the threshold of the bedroom, RK meets Chloe’s calm gaze. She waves at him, and RK nods back. Elijah is still prodding at his spine.
“The only difference I see are Claire’s hairbrush on the floor, and Chloe’s new…” RK’s trails off. His scans identify what looks like a plant in Chloe’s lap to be machinery. He stops short. Elijah runs into his back. “That’s… not a plant. It is connected to you?”
“Yes!” Elijah says at the same time Chloe says, “They are.”
She continues, “Elijah installed them earlier today.”
“What do they do?” |
“You wanted them to fuck you,” Elijah says, and RK replays the memory of their conversation from four days ago preceding Elijah’s disappearance—
“What kind of porn do you even watch?”
“Anything that catches my interest. I find myself intrigued by non humanoids.”
“Like?”
“I believe the genre is called ‘Monsters’.”
“I don’t think that’s it’s own genre.”
“It’s a subcategory on most sites, which generally indicates a popularized genre.”
“So… tentacles?”
“Yes. It has similar elements to ones I already enjoy with you and the RT600s. The immobility combined with the overwhelm of climax is very enticing.”
“Cool, cool, cool,”
“Are you joining us today? Carries and Claire wanted to go—”
—and blinks down at Chloe sitting at the end of the bed.
“I can move and manipulate them as I would my own arms.”
“And you’re willing to…”
“Fuck you with them? I am. Elijah extended the offer to all of us. I volunteered because you’re very put together, and I like doing things that… ruin that.” The plant-like appendages uncurl from their resting place in her lap. “They’re a bit heavier than I expected. I’m still adjusting to the weight.”
“Let’s not do anything too adventurous,” Elijah murmurs into RK’s back.
RK blinks. Elijah whipped up attachments to fuck him in four days. Chloe volunteered to fuck him with them. His core whirrs as his thirium pump stutters. A heating error pops into the corner of his visual display. Elijah made this for him simply because he expressed interest. The error doubles, pulling RK’s internal temperature reading into the foreground. RK dismisses it. He turns to face Elijah, and tugs the man up for a soft kiss.
“Thank you,” he says, which doesn’t really express how his emotions overwhelm him.
“Let’s test it,” Elijah smiles, swiping his tongue across the seam of RK’s lips to tease him. The sensors in his mouth respond by pooling analysis fluid onto his tongue. RK moans.
The tentacles, or vines since the modeling looks closer to plant-like than any other creature with the smooth, invariable thickness of them, are strong enough that RK cannot break them. Even as he looses himself to pleasure, and jerks with his full strength. The most he gets is a creak in the joint of his hip. The sound sends shudders down RK’s spine as he realizes how easily they hold him still. Elijah’s hand settles on his sternum at that, and RK is dimly aware of Elijah cooing down at him. His eyes squeeze tight, and he presses up into the touch.
The way the tentacles are thrusting in his ass and cunt rub into sensitive bundles of artificial nerves. RK jolts with each deep push. He’s glad this is the attachment he’s wearing for this. As lovely as it would have been, will be when they do this again, the slick slide and fullness float him atmospherically high.
The bands of steel around his legs pull them out farther. Chloe sits up carefully onto her knees, and RK’s lower back leaves the bed. His weight pressed his shoulders into the mattress. His head tips back into Elijah’s lap as a new tentacle prods his already full holes. His cunt gives way first. It thrusts in at the same time as the one already occupying him, and RK comes again.
His breathing is ragged as his system shuts down non-essential routines in a soft reboot. Elijah’s fingers start to pull from his mouth, but RK lifts a clumsy hand to keep them there. He presses the pads further across his sensitive tongue. They delve far enough to brush the back of his throat, and RK vividly recalls Elijah gagging on his cock. He wishes he had a reflex to trigger.
The most he can do is swallow to feel the way Elijah’s fingers fill his mouth as Chloe starts thrusting into him again.