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shame.”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all. Still, I understand how you feel. A s grateful as I am that it seems to work almost as well as the real thing, I’m not anxious to show this off to one and all.” He lifted his cock, now at rest, and shot her a grin before laying a hand on her silky mons. “The patch you soon will wear will hide this puny mark.”
She felt so warm, so silky—so alive. Conan stroked down the curve of her gorgeous body. “You know, not even Pak Song can create skin as soft as yours, and I’ve tried out the very best of his bots.” He used a finger to trace the tattoo on her mound, smiled. “This feels no different from the rest of you. I should be grateful you have it, for otherwise you would never consent to settle for me.” Nebula looked into his gaze, her expression soft and submissive. “I find you immensely attractive, Master. A nd I should be thanking the gods you are as you are, for if you were not, you wouldn’t look at me, either.” She rubbed his cock and then slid her fingers past the scar where they’d cut away his balls and found the base of the plug in his ass. “Do you always wear this?”
“Most of the time. It helps stimulate me sexually. Even with the patch, I am still a eunuch. The plug helps me achieve a sort of climax.”
“The way the sex slave’s cock did in the dungeon?” Gently, she jiggled the plug and smiled when his cock began to lengthen and harden.
“Yes, I see it does. Do you like for me to stimulate you here?”
“I want you to touch me in ways that give you pleasure.” He loved the way her cheeks flushed when he slid his bionic hand between her legs and found her wet and swollen. “Do you want me to summon Ulric, or shall we do it solo this time?”
“Solo. Please. If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.” For the first time since his castration Conan felt comfortable enough to make a jest. “Come up here, my precious slave, and ride my neon toy.”
“Oh yes.” Her eagerness got him incredibly hot, especially when she picked up an anal probe, lubed it, and inserted it up her own ass. “I like the feel of this, too.”
Conan cupped Nebula’s beautiful breasts when she straddled him. He then raised his head and took one pert nipple between his teeth. His cock rose, and she sank onto him. Gods. No bot could ever duplicate the moist heat of her cunt.
I’m a lucky man. She moved, slowly at first and then faster, harder. She bent, took his mouth. She tasted of exotic fruit and sex. Hot, sweaty sex. Her cunt gripped his cock as if she’d never let it go.
Pressure built deep in his core, almost as though he were whole again. It felt good. So good. She squeezed him harder, dug her nails into his shoulders, screamed out his name. He trembled as the incredible sensations carried him over the edge, to a place he had never thought to go again.
* * * * *
“You look well-fucked, little sister,” Doreen commented the next morning when she and Cassie joined Nebula for a late lunch in the resort dining room while their men took care of business. “I bet you can hardly wait to get back to Luna Ten and have Conan take you in the fucking glade. We missed you in the dungeon last night.”
“Doreen, he’s—well, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was shy about showing off his bionic parts in front of half the civilized world.” Nebula smiled.
Doreen grinned back at her. “I have to assume from the satisfied look on your face that Guy and Shedir didn’t lie—that the cock Pak Song made for him works just as well as the real thing.”
“It does.” Part of Nebula wanted to share every detail with her sisters. A nother part wanted it all—the sex, the instant connection their respective losses had helped them form—to belong to her. Her and Conan, not to be shared. “I don’t believe we will have a formal mating ceremony.”
“Come on. Tell us. What does he look like? What does it look like?” Doreen tilted her
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all. Still, I understand how you feel. A s grateful as I am that it seems to work almost as well as the real thing, I’m not anxious to show this off to one and all.” He lifted his cock, now at rest, and shot her a grin before laying a hand on her silky mons. “The patch you soon will wear will hide this puny mark.”
She felt so warm, so silky—so alive. Conan stroked down the curve of her gorgeous body. “You know, not even Pak Song can create skin as soft as yours, and I’ve tried out the very best of his bots.” He used a finger to trace the tattoo on her mound, smiled. “This feels no different from the rest of you. I should be grateful you have it, for otherwise you would never consent to settle for me.” Nebula looked into his gaze, her expression soft and submissive. “I find you immensely attractive, Master. A nd I should be thanking the gods you are as you are, for if you were not, you wouldn’t look at me, either.” She rubbed his cock and then slid her fingers past the scar where they’d cut away his balls and found the base of the plug in his ass. “Do you always wear this?”
“Most of the time. It helps stimulate me sexually. Even with the patch, I am still a eunuch. The plug helps me achieve a sort of climax.”
“The way the sex slave’s cock did in the dungeon?” Gently, she jiggled the plug and smiled when his cock began to lengthen and harden.
“Yes, I see it does. Do you like for me to stimulate you here?”
“I want you to touch me in ways that give you pleasure.” He loved the way her cheeks flushed when he slid his bionic hand between her legs and found her wet and swollen. “Do you want me to summon Ulric, or shall we do it solo this time?”
“Solo. Please. If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.” For the first time since his castration Conan felt comfortable enough to make a jest. “Come up here, my precious slave, and ride my neon toy.”
“Oh yes.” Her eagerness got him incredibly hot, especially when she picked up an anal probe, lubed it, and inserted it up her own ass. “I like the feel of this, too.”
Conan cupped Nebula’s beautiful breasts when she straddled him. He then raised his head and took one pert nipple between his teeth. His cock rose, and she sank onto him. Gods. No bot could ever duplicate the moist heat of her cunt.
I’m a lucky man. She moved, slowly at first and then faster, harder. She bent, took his mouth. She tasted of exotic fruit and sex. Hot, sweaty sex. Her cunt gripped his cock as if she’d never let it go.
Pressure built deep in his core, almost as though he were whole again. It felt good. So good. She squeezed him harder, dug her nails into his shoulders, screamed out his name. He trembled as the incredible sensations carried him over the edge, to a place he had never thought to go again.
* * * * *
“You look well-fucked, little sister,” Doreen commented the next morning when she and Cassie joined Nebula for a late lunch in the resort dining room while their men took care of business. “I bet you can hardly wait to get back to Luna Ten and have Conan take you in the fucking glade. We missed you in the dungeon last night.”
“Doreen, he’s—well, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was shy about showing off his bionic parts in front of half the civilized world.” Nebula smiled.
Doreen grinned back at her. “I have to assume from the satisfied look on your face that Guy and Shedir didn’t lie—that the cock Pak Song made for him works just as well as the real thing.”
“It does.” Part of Nebula wanted to share every detail with her sisters. A nother part wanted it all—the sex, the instant connection their respective losses had helped them form—to belong to her. Her and Conan, not to be shared. “I don’t believe we will have a formal mating ceremony.”
“Come on. Tell us. What does he look like? What does it look like?” Doreen tilted her
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