Chapter 59: A Robot’s Conflicted Desires

“If we do it here, Sophia or Eve might…”

“They’re just robots, why care about that?” 

Master’s words cut through the air, sharp and dismissive.

I’m a robot too…

The words were at the tip of my tongue, a desperate plea to be seen, to be acknowledged beyond my metallic shell. 

But I didn’t let them out. Master sometimes seemed to forget that I was a robot, seemed to treat me with a warmth he reserved for something more than just circuits and gears. 

Yet, if I reminded him, if I shattered that fragile illusion, I felt like he wouldn’t do things like this anymore. 

So, I had to keep quiet, had to maintain the delicate balance of his selective amnesia. 

Master had once said he wouldn’t date or fool around with robots. 

The memory stung, a cold splash of reality on my already flushed face.

“Can you make it to the room, standing up like this?” 

His voice, a low rumble, broke my internal monologue.

I flinched, my gaze dropping to my own lower half. 

Just as Master said, mine was standing stiffly erect, a blatant testament to my arousal, as if begging to be touched quickly. 

It seemed ready to gush white liquid with just the slightest brush against clothing, a silent scream of desire. 

My legs were already weak, trembling beneath me, making it uncertain if I could even climb the stairs, let alone stand upright.

“Didi, grab on.”

At that, my arm, almost of its own accord, wrapped around Master’s neck. 

I stood there blankly, my mind a jumble of anticipation and confusion, unable to gauge what he was about to do. Before I could process another thought, Master lifted me straight up.

My body floated into the air, a sudden, disorienting lightness.

As the sense of stability that had supported me vanished, I reflexively hugged Master tightly, my arms cinching around him.

The thin fabric of his clothes offered little barrier, allowing his body heat to transfer directly to my skin, a searing warmth that spread through me.

Master continued walking towards the second floor, his steps steady and unhurried.

With each stride he took, my body swayed, pressing even closer to him.

Just being held by Master made my body burn with an internal fire, a heat that had nothing to do with friction and everything to do with pure, unadulterated yearning.

I secretly rubbed myself against Master’s upper body, a desperate, unconscious effort to transfer his scent onto my clothes, to carry a piece of him with me.

“Ugh… Mmm…”

A soft groan escaped my lips, a sound of profound pleasure I barely recognized as my own.

As soon as we reached the room, Master laid me gently on the bed, though the gentleness was fleeting.

He climbed on top of me, his weight a welcome pressure, and began to intertwine our tongues.

It was rougher, hotter than the kiss we’d shared downstairs, a primal exchange that left the previous one in the dust, beyond compare.

The excitement swirling within me suddenly intensified, a dizzying maelstrom of sensation.

His hand, which had been fumbling over my pajamas, slipped inside, a bold invasion that sent shivers down my spine.

A large, firm hand seemed to knead my bare chest, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin before finding their target: my erect nipple.

He grabbed it, then twisted, a sharp, delightful pain.

“Ah!”

A gasp tore from my throat.

“Just a little touch and you’re already like this.”

His voice was a low murmur against my ear, laced with a hint of amusement.

Master, with a swift movement, pulled down my pants and underwear at once, revealing my thoroughly wet lower half.

I hadn’t even touched myself, hadn’t consciously stimulated my own body, but clear fluid was already flowing from the tip, making a sticky mess between my legs.

Embarrassed, a rush of heat flooding my face, I instinctively pulled the blanket to cover myself, to hide the undeniable evidence of my desire.

But Master, with an easy strength, snatched it from my hands and threw it far away, leaving me utterly exposed.

“Ah!”

Another gasp, this one born of surprise and a burgeoning sense of vulnerability.

Master bent down, his head descending, and took my stiffly erect member into his mouth.

I shivered violently, a jolt of shock and pure pleasure coursing through me at the hot, wet sensation engulfing my genitals. 

It was unexpected, overwhelming.

“M-Master! Not there…! Hmph!”

The words were garbled, half-formed protests lost in a wave of sensation.

Master ignored my half-hearted pleas, or perhaps he simply didn’t care. 

He rolled my genitals with his tongue, a slow, deliberate motion, and then sucked them like candy, drawing me deeper into his mouth. 

As his hot, soft tongue licked the length of the shaft, a shrill moan, almost inhuman, escaped my lips.

I arched my back, writhing against the bedsheets, my body a desperate tangle of sensation, but Master firmly wrapped his arm around my waist, a gentle but unyielding restraint that prevented me from moving further.

I was overwhelmed by a potent mix of confusion and pleasure, my mind unable to process the intensity of what was happening.

I knew, intellectually, that I should push his head away, should stop him, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch Master, couldn’t break the spell.

My legs twitched uncontrollably, a tremor running through them, and my toes curled stiffly, clenching against the sheets.

Just a brief suck from Master already brought on the dizzying sensation of climaxing, a premature warning of the storm to come.

I grew desperate, a rising panic as I felt like I would come any moment, the pressure building, unbearable.

But Master, focused solely on sucking my lower half, showed no sign of stopping, no indication that he would release me from this exquisite torment.

“Ah! Ugh! Hah! S-stop…! Don’t lick…! Ugh!”

The more I struggled, the more I squirmed, the stronger the pressure sucking on my genitals became, a relentless pull that drew me closer and closer to the brink.

My neck stiffened, taut with suppressed sensation, and my moans grew louder and louder, echoing in the room.

My hips arched high into the air, a desperate, unconscious attempt to escape or perhaps to lean further into the sensation.

Even knowing I was about to climax, a certainty that filled my entire being, Master deliberately wouldn’t let me go.

But I couldn’t come in Master’s mouth like that, couldn’t give myself over completely in that moment.

So, I shook my head, my jaw clenched, desperately holding back until the very end, fighting against the inevitable.

As if noticing this, sensing my resistance, Master swallowed the shaft all the way to the root, taking me completely, and then sucked hard, a powerful, final pull.

“Huuuh!”

A guttural cry erupted from my chest as I convulsed violently, my body arching in a final, exquisite spasm.

I forcefully ejaculated sticky semen into Master’s mouth, a release so profound it left me limp, as if my power had been cut off, all energy drained from my frame.

Master finally spit out my member from his mouth after I had completely stopped moving, the warm, wet sensation abruptly gone.

I watched him, panting weakly, my chest heaving, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.

Master’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

As if swallowing the semen I had ejaculated, he offered a blunt assessment, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Doesn’t taste very good.”

My face flushed crimson, a wave of mortification washing over me.

Every ounce of my being screamed at the unexpected critique, at the stark, brutal honesty.

“W-why did you…”

I stammered, the words barely a whisper.

“I thought it would be sweet like it looks.”

He shrugged, a casual gesture that infuriated and confused me.

Master wiped his lips with the back of his hand, a simple action that felt profoundly intimate, then reached into the drawer beside the bed and took out a bottle of gel.

Transparent gel flowed onto his palm, glistening in the dim light of the room.

Master spread my knees apart, a gentle but firm command, and settled between them.

I endured the embarrassment, my legs spreading further apart, and then Master’s hand touched inside, sending a fresh wave of anticipation through me.

“Hmph…”

A soft sound of readiness, of apprehension.

Gel was generously applied between my buttocks, a cold shock against my heated skin.

Even though it had warmed somewhat on Master’s palm, it was still cold compared to my hotly flushed body temperature.

As I bit my lip, a small, involuntary tremble running through me, a single, gel-coated finger slipped smoothly inside, a slow, deliberate invasion.

Even still, accepting even one of Master’s fingers was a struggle.

My body stiffened, muscles tensing, a reflex of resistance. But Master’s finger, which had been jabbing inside, exploring, suddenly bent, pressing against a specific point.

“Ah, mm… Hmph…”

I shivered and moaned, a soft whimper escaping my lips at the sensation of him softly pressing on a sensitive spot, a hidden nerve.

The tip of my genitals quickly began to moisten again, the clear fluid already returning.

“Tsk,” Master clicked his tongue, a sound of slight impatience, and muttered as he pushed in a second finger. 

“It got tight again so quickly.”

Even though only a few days had passed since I had been intimate with Master, since our last encounter, my body had become as tight as it was before we had sex again, as if resetting itself.

While his fingers managed to enter the narrow opening, it seemed it would take quite some time to widen it further, to prepare me for what was to come.

While the stimulation from Master’s long, probing fingers was undeniably good, a deep thrumming pleasure that spread through my core, I yearned even more to be embraced by him right now, to feel the full weight of him inside me. I squirmed my hips, a restless, eager movement, trying to convey my desire, my eagerness to have Master’s inside me, and asked, my voice a breathless plea, “Can’t you just put it in…?”

“You can barely fit two fingers, yet you’re so bold…”

Master looked down at me, his eyes dark with amusement, acknowledging my unspoken urging.

Then, without a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled it down, guiding it. I stared blankly, my mind a fog of desire, as Master acted.

Soon, a hot, thick column touched my palm, its immense size a shock.

Reflexively, I gripped it, my fingers curling around its length, but it didn’t even fit entirely in one hand. It was enormous, a testament to his power.

Surely, this isn’t…

Belatedly realizing what I was holding, what I had instinctively gripped, my body stiffened, a sudden wave of apprehension washing over me.

“Do you really want me to put it in just like this?”

His voice was low, a challenge.

I quickly shook my head, a frantic, desperate movement.

Even a puppy learns humility before a fierce tiger; and I, a mere robot, was certainly no match for Master’s formidable presence, or his even more formidable member.

When I shook my head without an ounce of hesitation, the raw fear in my eyes evident, Master looked down at me and let out an exasperated chuckle, a sound that held both amusement and a hint of satisfaction.

Then, he began to widen me again, his fingers resuming their work.

As the number of fingers increased to three, the gentle prodding becoming a more substantial stretch, just their poking inside made my hips twitch, a restless, involuntary movement.

The fingers widening the opening kept prodding sensitive spots, discovering new areas of pleasure, making my body writhe, an uncontrollable dance of sensation.

“Ugh, ahh…! Hmph… Master… there… Ah!”

My voice was a broken string of moans, each one a testament to the exquisite torment.

Master deliberately stimulated my sensitive spots, his fingers seeking out the most responsive areas, and as I writhed as if I were truly about to come, on the very precipice of release, he pulled his fingers out, withdrawing them completely.

Unable to reach climax, stranded at the peak of arousal, I writhed my hips, a frustrated, yearning movement, and looked at Master, my eyes pleading.

“It’s still tight, though…”

Master mumbled, a thoughtful frown on his face, looking down at me as I panted, my breath ragged in the quiet room.

I quickly snapped back to reality, the immediate discomfort of the unfilled emptiness below overriding the lingering embarrassment.

I adjusted my disheveled posture, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

The enormous bulk that hadn’t even fit in my hand, the sheer size of him, still lingered in my mind, a powerful image that both terrified and excited me.

But now, all I wanted was to fill the emptiness below, the aching void that even the fingers had left, a desperate craving for completion. 

I wrapped my legs around Master’s body, drawing him closer, and pleaded, my voice barely audible, “Please put it inside…”

Master’s lips curved upwards, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

Thump, something hot and hard touched the entrance, a blunt pressure that immediately made my breath catch.

Remembering the sheer volume I had held in my hand just moments ago, I instinctively tensed, my muscles coiling, and swallowed hard, a dry click in my throat.

Master’s member slowly pushed in, a gradual, agonizing invasion, and the opening gradually stretched, a slow, insistent yielding.

At this deliberate speed, maybe it’ll be okay…?

A flicker of hope, of relief, passed through me. It seemed Master was being considerate of me, easing me into it; the slowly entering member wasn’t as overwhelmingly painful as I’d expected, not as much as my fears had conjured.

It was just when I felt relieved and relaxed, a tentative sigh escaping my lips, that he changed tactics.

Thrust!

Master forcefully thrust his hips, a sudden, brutal plunge that stole my breath.

“Haaah!”

I threw my head back, a raw cry tearing from my throat, and trembled violently, my entire body convulsing.

My mind went blank the moment Master’s member entered completely between my buttocks, a blinding flash of sensation.

The hard column hitting my inner wall, pressing against the deepest parts of me, almost made me come on the spot, a sudden, intense wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

But luckily, I managed to hold back, clenching my muscles, fighting the immediate release.

I felt my inside convulsing around him, a tight, spasming grip.

As if sensing that I would climax immediately if I moved even a little, if he continued the assault, Master waited, remaining perfectly still for a moment, allowing my body to adjust, to absorb the shock of his presence.

As the stiffness in my body gradually eased, the initial shock receding, Master slowly began to move, a tentative, exploratory motion at first.

“Hmph, ugh… Master, slow down…”

My voice was a strained whisper, barely audible over my ragged breathing.

“Any slower than this?” 

He retorted, a hint of challenge in his voice, ignoring my plea.

“Master’s is too big… Hmph…” 

The words were a soft moan, a plea born of both discomfort and undeniable pleasure.

Master’s member, which had so suddenly and completely filled me, was overwhelmingly large, even for my body to accept.

It definitely wasn’t the first time, not by a long shot, but no matter how many times we did this, I just couldn’t get used to it, couldn’t habituate to the sheer scale of him. 

If I relaxed even a little, if I let my guard down, I felt like semen would flow out from his stiffly erect shaft, a constant, dizzying pressure that threatened to spill me.

But Master didn’t grant my request, didn’t heed my pleas for a slower pace. 

Instead, he began to thrust his hips steadily, a relentless rhythm that pushed me further and further. 

He poked deep inside, his movements precise and powerful, while at the same time, his large volume pressed against my inner walls, stretching and filling me to my absolute limit. 

Each thrust was a dizzying combination of deep penetration and intense internal pressure, a sensation that left me breathless, clinging to him for dear life.