The young woman stood there, stared then whipped out a notepad from her overalls. Chewing on the end of a quill, she watched silently, diligently, scribbling notes as he ravaged her mother like the mechanical beast he was.
"Oh… gods!" The mother quivered, panting between words. "The… power… level… is… a… bit… high. We need… oh …hnnnnngh…. yes, yes just…. Oh, Maidens of Mercy! We need more… eeeeehhhh… dampers in the hips… he's clunking…"
"Ok, ok. Got it. How's his thrust vectoring? Do we need to add more pulse-crystals?"
"Mmmhmmm." the mother moaned. "It's… perfect."
The young woman chuckled as she sauntered off, mumbling to herself excitedly as she poured over her notes.
He turned his attention back to the squealing silver-head he held in his mechanical hands.
"B-bed…" she cried through clenched teeth.
He turned toward the bed while his perfectly placed thrusts elicit whimpers of pleasure with each flick of his hips.
Gently lowering her onto the silvery, silk sheets, she immediately settles onto all fours, sinks her face into the soft mattress and arches her backside up toward him.
"Keep your power-level below 80%, use some variations in the thrust pattern… and make sure you touch me." she whispers through a grin.
He eagerly complies.
The systems in his mind spring to life. Instructions and protocols flood his brain as bizarre magics weave through the intricate circuitries of his body. Another visual pops up in his vision, showing a menagerie of stats and gauges.
As he moves, the numbers in his mind move with him.
He adjusts the strength of his thrusts.
[Power Level: 82%]
He tweaks the angle of his entry.
[Thrust Pattern 12 initiated.]
He brushes his fingers reverently across her naked back.
[Sensual Touch Lv.1 activated]
"What the hell am I…" he wondered, working magical movements as the mother lay quiet, whimpering softly as waves of pleasure pulse through her body. "...must be some kind of magical sex bot…" he contends, gripping her cheeks as he digs deeper. "...not quite what I thought heaven would be like…" he contemplates as he lifts a leg onto the bed to initiate Thrust Patten 34. "... this is waaaay better!"
He brushes the thoughts from his mind, and browses through the meta-information overlaying his vision.
⌜ Pleasure Power Level: 001
- Pleasure Points: 0/10
- Battery Level: 77%
- Power Output: 80%
- Vibration Output: 45%
- Structural Integrity: 98%
- Lubrication Mode: Auto⸥
Beneath the stats was another grid, he scrolls through its content with a flick of his eyes.
⌜ Unlocked Skills:
- Thrust Lv. 1
- Sensual Touch Lv. 1 ⸥
"... a sex bot that can level up?" He grins at himself. "This just keeps getting better."
Hours of intense testing and experimentation ends with the mother semi-conscious and him absolutely mind-blown by the powers of pleasure he held in his new body.
As the woman lay splayed out naked on the bed, wet, sweaty and snoring tenderly, he carefully considers his options.
"I could try to run…" he thought. He knew he had the strength to rip through the stone walls without even scratching a screw, if he wanted to.
But gazing back at the naked woman who had just shown a glimpse of heaven—22 times over the course of five hours… he felt he should stay. Probably. He could listen, learn and slowly figure out where the hell he was and why.
He has the patience. He has the resolve. And he has the body of a mechanical sex-god.
And if this new life required him to screw the brains out of the sexiest thing he has ever seen on two legs…. by the Gods, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
Over and over.
And over.
Content with his conclusions, he crawls out of the bed and softly clunks through the room, poking and prodding at the various vials and strange instruments that line the many shelves.
Whispers of sexual frustration and erotic desperation clearly evident in the shapes and structures of the items around him.
Phalluses abound in every shape, size and construction. Crude carvings of intimate body parts displayed like artwork, and notes drawn with the delicate details of complex sexual positions and the biological functions they result in.
He pages through a thick, dusty tome. The words and symbols mean little to him, but the images all evoke focus on the same subject matter: Sex. Sex and more sex.
He scratches at his metal dome, trying to urge his circuits into making sense of his situation.
"Are… are you thinking?!" the young woman's voice suddenly creeps up from behind him.
He flinches.
"YOU ARE!!" she shrieks. "Do you understand me? Like… really understand me?"
He turns to her, scratches the side of his head and answers with a clacking shrug.
Her eyes widen as her mouth falls open. The shriek of unrelenting joy she releases nearly knocks him off his feet as he stumbles back in shock.
Her naked mother bolts out of the bed, her face glaring and her hands engulfed in flickering flames.
"TROLL!? GOBLINS!?" she shouts, scanning the room for danger.
"He's alive! He's really alive!" The young woman squeals as she runs up to him, staring deep into his grey, glass eyes.
"What the hell do you mean, Vuvi?" the mother groans as her flames fizzle out and she crawls back into the bed. "Of course it's alive. He certainly pounded me half to death."
"No, Mama! I mean… really alive. Sentient. He's not just another construct. There's a person in there!" she says, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh nooooo, Vuvi… please tell me you didn't!"
"I did! And it worked! I'm a genius! A GENIUS!!!" she gushed, clenching her cheeks
"That was an ancient divine crystal. It was meant to defeat The Demon Queen!" her mother scowls.
"Don't worry, Mama." Vuvi grinned knowingly. "That's exactly what he's gonna do!"