There was really just one choice for aesthetic’s sake. That was John’s justification and Beatrice’s reason for suggesting Aclysia in the mix isolated from everyone else. Which man had access to two girls looking the same down to a mole under the left side of their lips and didn’t want to have a threesome with them?

He wrapped his arm around the waists of both of his maids. “Guess you will see me in a bit,” he told the rest of his girls. Eliza stripped. “What are you doing?” he asked on the way out.

“I won’t see you, but I WILL hear you fuck, so I will rub my beaver and I hope I cum half as hard as these maid sluts,” the blood mage told him.

Rave crossed her arms and smirked. “Who said ya could touch yourself, huh?” she demanded to know in a challenging tone. “Ya sit on your hands while I get some toys out of the playroom.”

“Oh my fuck, yesssss,” Eliza did as told and laughed like an excited psychopath.

The elementals materialized one by one, eager to engage in the lesbian scene. Seemed like there would be an orgy regardless, just without John. To start with, at least, as he would be busy just a room over. He kind of wanted to have a room where his girls would go to whenever they had the urge but he wasn’t around, just to have an endless catalogue of lesbian porn.

Lesbian porn out of which he could pluck the actresses and have them suck his dick.

“Analysis: Master wants a blowjob,” Beatrice suddenly commented as they reached the bedroom.

“That is what it seems like, yes,” Aclysia agreed. It must have been all over his surface thoughts. “That is also how we initiated Momo.”

“Actually, we initiated Momo through her kissing you fervently,” John recalled. “The blowjob came more as you trying to get her to get used to my dick.”

“Unimportant,” the weaponized maid decided as she gently pushed her master onto the flat bottom of the bed, where he then attempted to disrobe. With a raise of her hand, Aclysia asked him to stop. He obliged and waited. “As I understand, you will be a maid like me, is this correct?”

“My modus operandi is less motivated. I will, however, gladly provide assistance. Use me as an extension of yourself. If you so desire, Aclysia,” Beatrice answered in her slightly robotic fashion. “I am willing to be moulded or given purpose by you.”

Aclysia looked positively delighted by this. “Then I ask you to do as me and worship our master as he deserves.”

“Affirmative,” Beatrice nodded, “I will follow your lead.”

John was pretty sure he liked what was going on. Not only was Beatrice finding some larger purpose, it was doing what Aclysia did which was basically always in his best interest. Also, it very much pleased his dominant side to think he would now have TWO highly subservient maids ready to read the desires off his lips. His mind went back to a certain post-tournament fight shower encounter.

Apparently, that was exactly what Aclysia had in mind as well. Either that or she was reading his surface thoughts again. “Master, I want you to let us do our best to pamper you for this encounter.”

“Fine by me,” he told them, looking from one of the two almost exactly the same maids to the other. “You best serve me well in that case,” that was just him playing the part of the stern master, he already knew that this would go splendidly. Solely because Aclysia was taking the lead. Beatrice sharing a lot of her senior creation’s basic (if dulled) personality traits certainly helped. Although it appeared in terms of servitude, Beatrice and Aclysia were roughly equals. At the very least the devotion towards John felt similar in intensity.

The weaponized and the passive maid began their work. Aclysia started on the topmost button of his suit, Beatrice immediately followed and touched the lowermost. Once his vest was completely open, they each gently tugged at one side and in perfect synchrony slid the black cloth off their creator. While Aclysia then produced a coat hanger from her inventory to store the vest away properly, her younger co-creation began working on his shirt.

Aclysia returned in time to help with that as well; once again four hands cleanly slid over his body pulling the article off him with wonderful efficiency. They didn’t even need to communicate mentally for this, John would have noticed as all communications would have needed to go through him. Their understanding came solely from the complete equality in their goals and Beatrice always assuming the lower position.

Her passive nature was of great advantage, as it allowed her to take the lowest rank in the pecking order here without being bothered by it the slightest. She didn’t have the ambition to topple the head servant of the household; on the contrary, she very much appreciated having someone to look at for guidance as to what to do.

Aclysia handed Beatrice another coat hanger. The younger maid took it and hung the shirt into the dedicated area of the large closet, next to the vest. In the meanwhile, Aclysia was starting the much shorter work of opening his pants. She had pulled them off before Beatrice returned, leaving only boxers and socks to be removed from their beloved master’s body.

Beatrice, not wanting to rob the head maid of her privilege to unpack the goods, chose the socks, placing them on the neatly folded pants in a similarly perfect resting condition. “You are a good assistant,” Aclysia complimented flirtingly brushing aside a strand of the passive maid’s hair. They were sitting on the floor to John’s feet at that moment.

“I thank you,” she just answered.

“Let me give you a reward,” Aclysia pulled Beatrice into a kiss. At the same time as their tongues intertwined and their faces blushed with sexual arousal, they both reached out to massage John’s dick through his boxers. Precum soon started oozing through the sturdy fabric of the Gamer’s Preserver, where the tip of his erection hit the undergarments.

Aclysia pulled her hand back and Beatrice followed the lead. Both of their fingers had gathered a bit of John’s nectar, and the weaponized maid firmly led it up to her co-creation’s mouth, who mirrored the movements.

Bearing witness to two infinitely hot video game characters, which he had desperately wanted to fuck when they were just pixels on his screen already, taking the shape of maids wanting to fulfil his every desire was hot. Seeing them suck on each other’s fingers was hotter. Seeing them suck on each other fingers and moan things like, “Thish tashtes gooooahhhd.” “Jusht whait untl yoh tashte his real shemehn,” in response to tasting his precum was causing his dick to ache with a mad want for release.

With slurping sounds they cleaned each other off and then went back to pay attention to John. “As maids, it is our foremost duty to please our master,” Aclysia went back to lecturing. Her words were slightly less believable, as she and her co-creation were both busy looking longingly at John’s still veiled cock, while touching each other over their clothes. As they did so, the newly acquired outfits began to retreat into their bodies. It was like watching a plant grow in reverse.

John didn’t care, he was impatient for receiving some sexual relief already. “Aclysia,” he therefore warned, in a real command this time, “hurry your introductions up. You are not here to tease me.”

“Most certainly not!” Aclysia bowed her head in apology. While the last frills and edges of their clothes disappeared, the twin-like creations reached for his underpants and pulled them off. Both of them gasped wantonly, Beatrice in seeing the enormous erection for the first time, Aclysia in knowing that she would still marvel at it the thousandth time. “My deepest apologies, Master, I got carried away with my new assistant.”

“That is fine, just show her by example instead,” John was appeased; his dick now in the open grew straight upwards and pulsated. Again, both of the hot maids in front of him acted in tandem, biting their lips at the same time. Wonderfully, they didn’t both bite the same area, but instead it was like a mirror had been put between them. The resulting bulge of light red, sensual lip tissue pointed outwards.

There was something his nerd brain took issue with in this situation. The mole was under the left side of their lip in both cases, ruining the symmetry of the scene. Before he could tell himself what kind of stupid complaint that would be, Beatrice had already shifted her mole to the right side, underneath aforementioned bulge.

And with that reminder that these girls were willing to always adjust their very body to his maximum viewing pleasure, John’s erection reached maximum level hardness.

Aclysia took a quivering, bothered breath and rose. “As you demand, Master, I need to prepare just one more thing.” Between her legs, the wetness from her well-trained pussy trickled already. Obviously, she wanted to get this show on the road as well.

Pulling a large oilcloth from her inventory, she and Beatrice spread it over the bed. John climbed on top and laid down; it seemed Aclysia really wanted him to do nothing but be pampered this time. “Master appears to be close to cumming already,” Beatrice analysed the situation, her own pussy clearly glistening with anticipation as she stepped on the bed and kneeled down at the height of his hips.

“Yes, we should give him release before continuing,” Aclysia agreed, and both of them leaned in. They gave his engorged head a little kiss, one on each side, and then Beatrice licked down from there to pleasingly suck and nibble at the base of his cock and his balls while Aclysia went down his entire length in just a few seconds.

“Oh fuck,” John gasped. Unable to keep his hands to himself, he reached for the two silver manes. Their hair was as soft as a kitten’s fur and hot with the Lifepulse attribute that made them practically indistinguishable from humans. Aclysisa was barely down to his base when he felt the need to cum already. Holding back for just long enough for her to slide back up, his balls tightened and he spurted the first thick load into her eager mouth.

Aclysia professionally brushed a strand of her silver hair behind her ear as she moaned at the taste of his seed. It had always pleased her greatly, even when she had only possessed taste buds out for metal, now that she also possessed human ones, the taste was enhanced. The wetness between her legs became a small flood and she desperately struggled against touching herself.

Unless her master allowed her to, self-pleasuring was a no-go. After all, her dominant creator loved to be in control and she loved nothing more than to be of service to his desires.

“Do not swallow,” John groaned at the end of his orgasm, taking control of the situation for a bit as he imagined a scene he wanted to see become reality. With his clawing hand pulling just a little at her hair, he guided Aclysia to let go of his cock. She left it behind wet but perfectly clean of any sights of semen. “Beatrice, your turn,” he commanded. Still incredibly turned on, he knew that he would cum again in a short time.

On her own, Aclysia could do hardly more than use her hands to gently fondle her master’s balls with her mouth full of sweet, sticky semen. Beatrice wrapped her lips around his still completely erect cock and pushed down. Unfamiliar with giving head but blessed with the lack of a gag reflex, the passive maid cleanly wrapped her throat around him, taking only a little bit more time than Aclysia had.

“Good girl,” John mused and got a thankful glance back. For the usually so robotic maid, her expressions and soul were both full of emotions. In serving, she found her happiness. In fulfilling tasks, she found satisfaction. In serving John, she found true purpose. In making John happy, she found her bliss.

‘Your cock is so big,’ her voice moaned into his thoughts. Words that were nothing like her usual passiveness, these were earnest expressions of perversions towards him. It seemed that John Newman, even when trying to create something without any pre-programming, could not help but create a lusty piece of metal. ‘It tastes so good, of Aclysia’s saliva and your precum. I want more.’

“You will get what Aclysia got, just suck me off,” John dictated the tempo at which she went up and down his shaft with his left hand. As he knew, it didn’t take much for his cock to pulsate again with release imminent. A mere minute after his last orgasm, he spurted a slightly less thick but still massive load into Beatrice’s mouth. “Don’t -aaaah- swallow!” he groaned out as his whole body shivered through the release.

His third Artificial Spirit moaned heavily throughout the process. Her first taste of his semen and, even without human taste buds, she was loving it. Not that there was another choice, the perk Libido 25 had given him made it so his seed taste pleasingly to literally everyone. What made them moan, however, wasn’t mainly the taste, but the fulfilment they got out of making their master cum.

When he had no more seed to give, he changed the positions of his hands from the top of their heads to their chins. They assumed equally distanced positions from his still erect cock. “Open your mouths, show me you have been good servants,” he asked of them.

The two white-haired beauties did as told, lips parting with strands of gooey saliva mixed with the large deposit of semen in their mouths stretching between upper and lower jaw. John’s enormous loads were fresh inside there, covering their tongues and teeth.

“Swallow,” he allowed them and they closed their mouths. Both gulped audibly, the heavy, sticky liquid being hard to force down their throats. When they opened them up again, none of it remained. “Very good girls,” John’s praise caused them to blush deeply in an affectionate thankfulness. “Continue your tutorial, Aclysia.”

There was a small ping of need from the weaponized maid. It was clear that she much rather have him take complete control of the situation and ravage her pussy while thrusting her against a wall. A small fight inside her mind ensued. The part that wanted to pamper him won out against the one that would have begged him to do that, in the end.

“Affirmative,” Aclysia answered and reached into her inventory yet again. “Aside from taking care of Master’s urges, it is also our duty to make sure he stays clean. With how many assholes and throats he fucks and where he fucks them, it is of the utmost importance that we make sure his perfect, long, hard, manly, pulsating…” Aclysia moaned before getting herself back under control, her mouth travelling dangerously close to the described body part, “… his penis stays free of any filth. My John getting sick is unacceptable.”

She placed three bottles on the oilcloth. “To that end we have to use these three fluids. Number one is his regular body oil; while just a replacement while we search for the original ointment, this will keep his pores clean and prevent any rashes.” It did that? John only knew about the fact that it made him smell good. “It is applied to his body in small doses every morning. The exact oil may vary. Personal recommendation: apply oils with cinnamon or orange scent on vacation days; they put master in a more lusty and relaxed mood.”

John was already aware that Aclysia was manipulating his environment to some degree to make him feel more comfortable, but this almost bordered on mind control. Since this was something he greatly appreciated her doing (why wouldn’t he want to feel more lust and relaxed on vacation days?), he approved of it and didn’t think about what else she may be doing that he didn’t notice.

“Noted,” Beatrice said and nodded to indicate that she was keeping up.

“Up next, his shampoo, which prevents hair growth,” Aclysia presented. “Body hair gets in the way of skin contact during cuddling. Pubic hair tickles during blowjobs. Apply once every three days – at least. Daily is better. Only use in the shower.” Like the first bottle, it vanished back in the inventory.

“Noted, highly important, prickly hair during cuddling sounds positively terrible,” Beatrice, who actually hadn’t cuddled with John before but now felt the desperate need to do this once they were done fucking, continued her commentary.

“Last,” Aclysia raised the last bottle, the largest of the three. It contained a massive amount of a clear liquid. “Massage oil. Relaxes Master’s muscles and improves blood flow. Apply whenever Master seems stressed, when he seems relaxed, when you can get him alone for at least ten minutes, when he...” To put it short: apply at every opportunity to have an excuse to touch John’s naked body. “Personal recommendation: Apply with the whole body.”

With that, Aclysia squirted a large amount of the liquid onto her chest. It ran in sensual drops down her cleavage and caused her clean, white skin to glisten attractively. She added some more and rubbed it all over her chest and arms before giving the bottle, enchanted to not be slippery itself no matter how much oil was applied to it, over to Beatrice.

This whole thing was inspired by Japanese soaplands, something that Aclysia had stumbled over when wondering about creative ways to bathe John. She had found great appreciation and in her mind it was elevated to an artform. The bathed master had a hard time disagreeing with that as the warm, curvy bodies of two women began grinding on him, fully oiled up.

“Request,” Beatrice was interrupted by a moan of her own. Their whole body sliding over his naturally included their pussies, smoothly gliding over his thighs, up to his waist and back. “May I… mhm… may I spread oil over his wonderful, erect, tasty…” the passive maid lost herself in the same descriptive trap as her elder had earlier, “may I spread oil over his penis by handjob?”

“Affirmative,” Aclysia granted her the right and even poured some extra oil on John’s chest and cock. The clear, cold fluid made him tremble for a second as it hit the sensitive body part. Then Beatrice’s warm hand wrapped around it, and John let out a delighted groan. Motivated by his noise as he was by theirs, Beatrice tightened her hand as much as was comfortable and then resumed her sliding. As one hand couldn’t hope to cover the entire length of the Gamer’s mighty dick, Aclysia added hers in help.

“Ah, Master, touching your body alone makes me feel so good,” Beatrice gasped. “I can’t wait to be taken by you, to feel my pussy be split by this - by your huge dick.” Surprisingly, she had the dirty talk down to a T.

“I want it too, Master, I want to see you fuck your newest servant,” Aclysia chimed in. Their breasts pressed against his shoulders as they lovingly bit his neck. There was a bit of difference: Beatrice’s breasts were a noticeable bit bigger, giving them more squishiness, but in return he could feel the artificial heartbeat of Aclysia much better behind her smaller tits.

“I am going to cum,” he gasped, his body tensing. In a flash, both of them moved their mouths to his cock again. Having their master spill his seed over himself would be a great waste. Not only did their beloved John need not soil himself in such a manner, even if they would have willingly licked the treat off his muscles, they also desired to taste him again.

They were in time and yet a bit too slow. The first and second load of semen blasted forth in quick succession, covering their faces rather than their outstretched tongues. Aclysia hastily sealed the tip of his cock with her lips, but in that haste she did it poorly. Drops of the cloudy white escaped as she slurped down the thick liquid. Beatrice was on the spot, licking those dribbles of cum up with delight.

John watched the whole scene gleefully, waiting for his high to calm. As more than four minutes had passed since his first and second orgasm, this load came from completely refilled balls. Source of Satisfaction was truly a marvellous skill, well worth the downside.

However much he enjoyed seeing the two of them service him in tandem, it was time to tap the 2Booty. “Aclysia, lay down,” he thus ordered, himself sitting up on the oilcloth. Aclysia had been wise to spread the thing on the bed beforehand; despite getting barely any attention, even John’s backside was covered in the slippery substance. This was due to the layer of excess oil that was covering the thing, him shifting around from the pleasure had then done the rest. “On your back, face towards me,” he further specified.

“At once, Master,” she obeyed and soon was upside down staring at the underside of John’s cock. It was massive in general, but hovering above her as the man attached to it was straddling around her head made it look that much bigger. Knowing and hoping what would happen next, she opened her mouth wide. Her hands instinctively travelled down to her crotch, but she shied away from her pussy lips, still denying herself what her master hadn’t expressively allowed her.

And John didn’t intend to tell her that she could touch herself anytime soon. Instead, he drank in the sight of her oiled-up body for a moment. He reached out to massage her breasts with one hand, the other taking hold of his dick. “They say to keep your androids well maintained,” John made a joke. “I guess I am overdoing it a bit with the lubrication though.”

“This may appear so from the outside,” Aclysia gasped, “but I am more than certain I could use some more of your special lubricant for my internal systems.”

“Ah, if you are sure about that, who am I to judge?” he chuckled and then guided his cock towards her mouth. This time it wouldn’t be her that guided the pace of a blowjob. Although they had a different word for what John was doing as he rocked his hips, his cock sheathing itself inside her mouth and throat over and over again: face fuck.

For a few more moments, he appreciated how her sturdy body was rocked by his thrusts and the quick wrapping of her hands around his hips to keep her from slipping away on the slippery oilcloth. Then he turned his attention to Beatrice. “Climb over her, ass towards me,” he instructed.

“Affirmative,” the maid followed his instructions immediately. She went on all fours above Aclysia. Grabbing the bottle of oil, John spread some more of the liquid on Beatrice. In their earlier oiling up of him, the two Artificial Spirits had exclusive used their fronts, so John was now making sure her behind was up to the standard.

He paid particular attention to her ass, to no one’s surprise. John Newman was, after all, an ass man, and the fact that 2B had a bubble butt only surpassed by Rave and Gaia was a big, round, firm part of the reason why he picked this particular appearance for her. He gave it a good slap once he found he had lubricated her well-enough.

Drops of oil splattered about the place, probably flying beyond the area covered by the oil cloth, but John didn’t care. He was busy watching the jiggle of the perfect re-enactment of a human ass and thanked the physics engine of reality for granting him such glorious a sight. “Master!” He also thanked the sound engine for giving him her sweet, crying out voice to listen to.

“Did you like that?” John asked.

“Uncertain, please repeat!” Beatrice said, looking over her smooth shoulder with a blatant ‘Yessssss’ in her green eyes. “Master!” she cried out again when he spanked her a second, then a third, a fourth and a fifth time. “Mastaaaah,” by the sixth it had devolved slightly. “Ah! I apologize for slurring your title.”

“Apology denied,” John grunted, short on words because Aclysia’s tongue massaged all the weak spots on his dick she knew about (which was all of them). Suddenly grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her up. She currently was mostly magical silicone and rubber, but that didn’t make her light. Thankfully, John Newman had diversified his Stats, so he managed to lift her regardless.

The resulting position was stamina draining to say the least. Her legs were around his head, soles pointing at the ceiling. Resting entirely on his shoulders and her hands on the slippery oilcloth, John had to hold her by her hip bones while still fucking Aclysia’s face. He didn’t have to do that last part, but he really wanted to.

‘Eat out Aclysia’s pussy, she deserves some relief,’ John commanded as he did the same towards her, forming a very crooked human triangle, the corners being wherever a mouth and a sexual organ met.

He was perhaps a bit over-enthusiastic about pressing his face into this ass, the slurping sounds of his lips and the deep prodding of his tongue being the loudest sounds in the room for a while.

It was, for all intents and purposes, the exact same ass as Aclysia’s. If someone had said that he thus shouldn’t have been so excited about it, John would have punched him in the face in the name of mankind.

Reason number one: Glory to butt-kind. Reason number two: 2B. Reason number three: Saying he shouldn’t be excited about something supreme because he already had a copy of it was like saying he shouldn’t be excited about having two copies of a rare card in Magic the Gathering. Reason number four: Her ass was as soft as a firm piece of heaven.

Using Pussy Eating to its utmost capacity, John achieved great results. Beatrice was moaning, a muffled sound as she ate out her co-creation who was, just like her, perfectly smooth downstairs. As turned on as the new creation was, it didn’t take long for those moans to become high-pitched sounds of ecstasy, one more lick of John’s tongue over her clit and she came. Her pussy overflowed under his mouth. His long tongue penetrated into her quivering folds and tasted the sweet nectar; she tasted of diluted honey with a slight note of metal and a bit like olives, the last part was undoubtedly from the oil.

Focused on maintaining her own mission, Beatrice, no matter how much she moaned and her tensing body threatened to slip from John’s grasp, continued to eat out Aclysia. In an orgasmic chain, the similarly turned on weaponized maid came slowly after and at the tongue of the youngest member of the sisterhood. The vibrating throat and writhing movements in-turn gave John the fourth orgasm of the encounter.

Always one to add compliment to orgasm, John redoubled his efforts as his seed began shooting out of his cock, giving Aclysia the requested additional lubricant. Tongue whipping and probing at Beatrice sensitive areas, which he explored to find that they weren’t the same as Aclysia’s as he initially would have guessed, he managed to make her cum a second time.

The problem that his lust-fuelled brain didn’t keep track of was that, between two quivering, oiled up orgasmic persons, it was really hard to keep maintaining the balance necessary for their standing triangle. When Beatrice did finally slip away from his grasp, her legs soon glided, with virtually no friction, off his shoulders. What could have been a very messy scrambling of limbs was saved by Aclysia, catching Beatrice by her hips with her monstrous Strength and gently lowering her the rest of the way.

“Thank you,” John gasped for air as he pulled out of Aclysia’s throat. She was sucking him like a vacuum every centimetre of the way out, and he left her with a loud, wet ‘pop’.

She gulped to get her throat somewhat clean. “You are…” she stopped as she saw a drop of cum oozing from her master’s cock, quickly licking it up while it was still in her range. “… most welcome, Master.” Gasping for some air herself, she let out a quiet sigh. Between her legs, Beatrice was still busy working her pussy. The passive maid was very dedicated to the tasks she was given.

John entirely appreciated it as he repositioned slightly, his legs raising his hips higher to change what he could access from Aclysia’s mouth to Beatrice’s pussy. She was back on her knees, and her head was lowered, putting her in a nice doggystyle position, with her ass pushed out and the glistening flesh stretched nicely.

John gave it another slap, hearing the wanted “Mhstah,” from between Aclysia’s legs. That was a habit he very much hoped she would cultivate. Then he slowly guided his cock towards her pussy, the head parting the drenched folds effortlessly to the sound of barely veiled shouts of delight.

While he could have rammed into her in one go, he felt it to be best to enjoy this new acquirement like a connoisseur and pushed into her slowly. Tasting every nook and cranny of her pussy, the extremely tight folds and milkingly pulsating tissue behind them sent John’s eyelids into a flutter. His field of view was hazy, but he saw her short, white haired head keep on moving with great enthusiasm and her glorious bubble butt close in on his hips.

Then he was in all the way. He just stopped there for a moment and closed his eyes. Closed his eyes and drew a breath. With her quivering quim around him. Her ass wiggled and gyrated ever so slightly, urging him on to move. Beatrice wanted more, wanted him.

He pulled out just a bit and eased back into her. A muffled shout. He pulled out halfway and thrusted back into her. For a moment her mouth stopped working to chant. “Yes, yes, oh my yes.” He pulled out almost completely and RAMMED back into her. A loud scream as her back curved upwards in orgasmic bliss, her eyes rolling backwards as she experienced her first penetration orgasm.

“Just enjoy yourself,” John commanded both of them. Not only did that mean that Beatrice didn’t go back to eating Aclysia’s pussy, but the weaponized maid also finally got to touch herself as second-rate replacement. Not that Aclysia, being ever as perverted as was pleasing to her master, would stop there.

As the slippery slapping of their storming hips filled the room, John giving it his all to engrain her first time deep into Beatrice’s memory, Aclysia raised her head. Her hair was heavy, soaked with oil, but that didn’t bother her as she sucked on Beatrice’s clit.

Having barely left her first orgasm, the passive maid was forced right into the next one. Being forced, not always a bad thing. At least going by her words. “My clit, Aclysia, please suck it harder, this feel sooo goooood, I want more of this. Fuck me as hard as you please, Master, take this pussy. I want to be of use to you, I want you to feel good, and you make me feel so good in return. Ah, ah, ah, yes… yes… harder… please… I am cumming again, I can’t stop cumming! Aaaaaaaah!”

Her back was permanently tensed upwards; her whole body was vibrating like one of the many toys Rave was probably currently using on Eliza in the room over. Eyes glued to the upper edge of her eyes, John began to feel like a sex god and one that would last for a while longer.

It was a monotonous ten minutes, sure, but that monotony consisted of wonderful sounds. Most of it was the silent, rattling sound of empty lungs still trying to scream, every now and again Beatrice would manage to inhale and actually loudly declare something that John always wanted to hear from his girls. “I love you! I love this feeling, I love you giving it to me, I love you!”

Was it a bit weird to hear it so soon after her complicated creation, did it feel like this was just Aclysia’s natural tendencies speaking out of another mouth? Yes, but genuine it was nonetheless. Who was he to apply human standards to a fully sapient construction of a crystal, random materials and mana anyway?

All he felt in his heart was the blossoming affection for this girl. This accidentally sarcastic, sassy girl. This girl damaged because of his mistakes. A girl that bore to him no ill will, lived with her situation with passive acceptance. She was weird, he couldn’t understand all of her, but she was interesting and she carried on like everyone else, even if she behaved a bit like a decorative plant if no one told her what to do.

“I love you too!” he thus declared, knowing that he was insane to fall in love so quickly himself. He didn’t care, his life was great, she was great, and with another slap on her perfect ass, he spilled a new load inside her. Their orgasms peeked at the same time; John pulled both Beatrice and Aclysia into a mental maze of that climax. As his balls continued to scatter their product inside the artificial pussy, they both squirted. That it was a second-hand experience for Aclysia mattered very little at the sheer weight of it.

John’s legs and the oil cloth became a deep mess of the clear liquid from Beatrice, while Aclysia managed to explode with such intensity that she actually caused the initial spurt to spoil the floor, flying over the edge of the bed.

Heavily breathing, they collapsed one by one. They lay there in the puddle. Aclysia soon tried to peel herself out of the mountain of sprawled out limbs. Grabbing her by the wrist, John prevented her from leaving the bed. “You can clean up later,” he told her as he pulled her into an embrace. He locked his hands together, causing the three of them to be squished together in a bundle of warmth and love. “For now we cuddle.”