She opens her mouth in surprise and but the way her pupils dilate tells me she wants this too. I watch with anticipation as Eve peels back the black fabric and props her plump breasts up, her pink nipples tight from orgasmic denial and the cool air. Then she moves her hands back to her sides to hold her uniform open and looks up at me, again, expectantly.
I step close enough that she understands the consequence of obedience. “Remember this,” I say, and casually free my erect cock from my trousers and begin stroking myself. I am going to take my time with this, I don’t want to cheapen the moment by rushing. “Keep looking at me. That’s it.”
I keep my movements measured and controlled and I pump my fist over my cock. I hold eye contact her throughout. I want her to feel how unhurried I am.
“You will learn to understand your place in the hierarchy,” I tell her as she stares up at me.
“Yes, Sovereign.”
“Hold your uniform back. I want all of this to absorb into your skin. All over those breasts.”
She holds her uniform back even further and I groan low as I come, lacing hot semen back and forth across her breasts. The first rope catches the curve, but the rest I use to paint her nipples white.
A small sound of pleasure escapes her lips as I drag the tip of my cock around her breasts, spreading out the semen, and circling each nipple until it’s glossy.
She shudders but, otherwise, does not move.
“You exceeded my expectations today.”
“Thank you, Sovereign.”
“Training you like this isn’t easy,” I tell her, my voice rough. “But if this is what it takes to get you to perform as our perfect liaison, to be the best human you can be, then this is what we will do.”
She doesn’t answer me; her mouth is open in the shape of an “o.”
It’s so intoxicating, I have no doubt, I will remember her like this, on her knees, covered in my semen, brown eyes begging me, for the rest of my life.
“Pull your human contraption back up and button your tunic. Do not clean your breasts until tomorrow morning during your morning rituals. I want you to remember what you learned here today, and to think about it during the rest of your shift.”
Her small hands shake as she begins to dress herself.
Before she’s finished, I take the edge of her bra between two fingers and let it snap lightly. “You will have this altered according to my protocol. You may wear it for function, but not to hide your breasts from me. I want those nipples exposed under your uniform, so when I tell you to unbutton your tunic, I don’t have to wait to see you.”
“Yes, Sovereign.”
“If you follow my rules, you will be rewarded with orgasms. You want that, don’t you, Eve?”
“Yes, Sovereign.”
“Stand.”
She rises on unstable legs.
“You did well today.”
She bows and all I can think about are her breasts covered in my semen against her uniform.
“You are dismissed.”
I watch as the door seals behind her, then, I double-check her physical stats on my IC, just to make sure I was not imagining her desire for me. Her numbers slide across my display—continuous high arousal, and as for her cognitive retention, it is much higher than expected it to be.
Impressive.
The promise of an orgasm does actually work with humans. It’s irritating when my father is right.
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SEEKING RELIEF, EVE
