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Then he leans back on his haunches, lifting my legs and resting my feet on his shoulders. The new position makes him go deeper, hitting a spot inside me I didn’t know existed and making my vision go spotty. He doesn’t slow his pace as he reaches down and guides the green dildo toward the tight ring of muscle that is my asshole. I feel it nudging my back entrance, and as eager as I am to try this, I instinctively tighten up, keeping it out.

“Breathe for me, Madam Mayor,” he says, the words sounding so good rumbling out of him.

I follow his command, closing my eyes and focusing on my breath as I try to loosen my body from head to toe. I hear a wet squelch, which I assume is him getting more lube from whatever secret compartment his body stores it in.

When the green dildo pushes slightly inside, it’s slick and my body is ready for it. He grabs my hand and presses my fingers against my clit, encouraging me to touch myself. I trace a circle around it, pressing into the sides as I go, and it takes my focus from the discomfort of him pushing the dildo deeper into my ass. It’s on the third thrust that the sting of being stretched anew subsides, and all I feel is full. Abe has stuffed me to the brim, and I can feel my desire dripping down my ass as he keeps his grip tight around my legs.

I continue playing with my pussy until I’m panting hard and my thighs are quaking. I reach up to pinch my aching nipple, moaning and demanding he go faster, harder.

If there’s a chance he could break me, I want him to. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked so hard and so well I lose the ability to form words. No previous encounter has ever been in the ballpark of this.

“I feel your cunt squeezing me tight. Let go, Madam Mayor. I’ll take care of you.”

I nod, a stream of unintelligible sounds escaping my lips. My orgasm builds, and I chase it, my fingers moving faster over my clit until I’m right there. Right on the edge.

“I’ll give you everything you need.” The words are muffled and distant.

Pleasure tears through me like a sudden, violent series of fireworks going off inside my body. I lose myself to the feeling as a deafening shout rips through my throat. Then I’m floating. My limbs feel weightless as the aftershocks ripple down my spine.

As I start to come back to myself, I feel Abe slowly pull out of both holes. I open my mouth to protest, but the sound dies when the flat of his tongue runs from my ass to my clit. At first, it’s a gentle cleansing of my pussy. Aftercare. It’s tender and slow.

But soon I’m climbing that same peak, and Abe can tell because his tongue becomes relentless on my skin. I look down to find Abe holding my gaze. His left hand is stroking his pink dildo as he eats me, and I’m somewhat surprised to see what looks like come leaking out of the tip.

He sucks my labia into his mouth, kissing along my folds and flicking the swollen bud of my clit with his tongue. When I feel his lips wrap around my clit and the sharp edge of one tooth grazes the side, I come again, this time less of a thousand-foot drop and more of a rollercoaster with short, quick dips that send my stomach into my throat.

I hear him let out a choked growl, and my eyes open slowly to find him pumping his come across my stomach. It’s the same whitish shade as human come, which seems like a missed opportunity. You gave him a suitcase of brightly colored snap-on dildos, but you couldn’t add a bit of sparkle to his seed?

His chest is heaving as he falls onto his back beside me.

When I recall the spell my mom cast over the town when she was mayor, a sort of gift to anyone whose partner has a dick, I gather a glob of it onto my fingers and bring them to my mouth. The moment the flavor hits my tongue, I send my dear mother a million silent thank-yous. “Strawberry ice cream,” I mutter.

“What?” Abe asks, turning onto his side and propping himself on his elbow.

“Every person with a dick in Mapletown has flavored come, courtesy of my mother. A spell she cast years ago. The flavor is the favorite dessert of the person sucking said dick. Which means,” I gather another dollop and lick it off my fingertips, “you taste like strawberry ice cream.”

His brow furrows as his mouth curves up into a grin. “I’m…thrilled for you?”

I nod. “Me too.”

We lay there giggling and talking, finding little ways to keep touching each other. Then my robot boyfriend falls asleep with his head on my boobs, just like he wanted.

Chapter 17

Abe

Log entry #6

Day 35 of assignment

Of all the robust, rich flavors in the world, Emma is my favorite. Her kisses taste like cinnamon, her cunt like honey. I want my mouth on her as often as she’ll allow it.

She asked me to be her romantic partner five days ago, and since then, we can’t keep more than a few inches between our bodies. Even during work hours, she’ll find breaks throughout the day to pull me into the restroom stall and suck my dick, or she’ll tear her shirt and bra off and let me worship her perfect brown nipples for a few minutes.

I’m unable to wear the pink dildo beneath my suit due to how visible it becomes in the tight fabric, but I bring it with me everywhere we go. It has become Emma’s favorite, so it’s important to keep it close by in case she needs me to feed her hunger.

The green one is kept in my suitcase when it isn’t being used or cleaned, but it, too, has gotten a lot of use. Double penetration has become her preferred way to reach release, which delights me to no end since it’s mine too. The feel of her soaked pussy gripping the pink dildo while her tight little asshole fights to allow me full entry is the most marvelous experience I can possibly imagine. To fill her so completely, to own her body and know no one else has made her feel this good is an honor.

Last night, after I bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her in both holes from behind, I asked her if I felt human enough to her. If my parts were similar enough to a human man’s and if my lack of testicles was a turnoff. I worry that no matter how hard I make her come, or how loud she screams my name when I’m deep inside her, my otherness will become too much for her. At some point, she’ll crave a partner who is made of flesh and bone. Someone with a soul.