“How?” I say, running hands under her shirt. My fingers climb the ladder of her ribs and I brush the bottom of firm tits with my thumbs.
Her eyes roll back at my touch and her words are little pants. “So many nights I sat alone as other Aspirants battled. Alone with my memories.” I dig fingernails into her skin, scratch a long path back down toward her belly. Her moan is deep, primal. Almost animalistic. “To know the feel of this,” she says, running fingertips along my hard stomach, “and to remember… But those memories weren’t mine. They were disconnected… Like a tiny gasp of air when you’re drowning.”
“Let’s replace them with real ones,” I say, trying to tug up her shirt.
“Please, Sam… Yes.” She leans back, and her shirt evaporates, melting away and leaving nothing but her little tits framed by my hands. They’re spectacular, with cherry nipples that point up to a constellation of tiny freckles that dot her chest.
“Nice trick,” I grin, “but that kind of takes the fun out of undressing you.”
“Oh, sorry,” she laughs. “My clothes are part of me, so I’m not sure how you would… You know. Take them off.”
“Let’s try,” I circle her waist and lift, bringing her up effortlessly.
She doesn’t fight it, eyes hooded and half hidden under dark curls as she stands above me.
I sit, hooking my fingers into the waist band of her pants. There’s a strange resistance at first, like her pants are part of her skin, but Astra’s eyes narrow for the briefest of moments and her form shifts. The connection between material and skin releases and I’m able to fully grip beneath.
I pull them down slowly, unwrapping her. She shivers, eyes shut, whole body trembling. I reveal her bit by bit; first her little pussy, soft lips barely visible between pale thighs. She’s shaved perfectly clean, and her almond musk intensifies but is painted with something more. The indescribable scent of her wetness. I tug further past long, perfect legs. They’re lithe, thin but shapely, and she whimpers as my knuckles drag past petite kneecaps and perfect calves. Last are her feet, delicate and clean. She lifts one out of her pants at my gentle prompting, then the other. I toss her pants aside and they don’t dissolve, which means she imprinted them with intent before I pulled them free. It’s a wonderful little touch.
I get to my knees, then stand, slowly dragging my tongue upward from thigh to throat. I tease, coming close to her pussy and a nipple as I pass, but I shy away before licking them. She moans so deep I’m afraid she’ll dissolve as I go, and when I finally step back, she stays like that, eyes still shut tight.
“Your turn.” I smile. “Not that I have much to remove.”
Astra’s eyes finally open. They’re fathomless, blue and wide as she takes me in like she wants to consume me. She reaches back, does something I can’t see to the wall. The bench evaporates, reforms, and in its place is a bed like the one in the other room. Thick blankets and pillows litter its surface, a riot of colors and shapes that hardly match but look incredibly comfy. I’m immediately certain it’s a detail pulled from Elise’s memories.
A slender finger at my chest bone turns me until my calves rest against the side of the bed. With a smile that sets my heart galloping, she keeps pushing until I fall back onto the blankets. She follows, kneeling on the floor, and that same finger trails down my chest, then my stomach, raking me with a little fingernail until it hooks into my pants. Then she tugs, pulling material down over my cock. Her eyes widen as it springs free eagerly, and she licks her lips like she can already taste it.
Goddamn. I could get used to the way she’s already sucking me off in her mind.
But she frowns as she keeps pulling at my pants, defeated by the fact that I’m sitting on them. I try to help, arching my back and reaching for them, but she bats my hands away. She glares fiercely as she pulls and grunts, but she can’t get the material past my ass.
I chuckle. “Lot easier if you do it when I’m still standing up.”
Astra shifts her glare to my face. “I’m still new at this, okay? Logistics aren’t my strong suit.”
“Effortlessly in command of an entire testing facility, but can’t get off a pair of pants?” I tsk. “Gonna take forever at this rate.”
“Would that be so bad?” She gives up, tucking my waistband under my balls before climbing up my body. Her tits brush along my cock before tracing paths up my chest. She leans in deliberately, biting my lip so hard that I have to fight back a little grunt of pain.
“God, no,” I breathe against her mouth. I kiss her through the pain, and she returns it, one hand circling the base of my shaft.
When her hand tightens, she pulls away, eyes wide. She looks to where her hand sits around my cock as if she can’t believe she’s actually holding it.
“Uh, everything okay?”
“Yes… I just…” She trembles. “I can’t believe I’m actually here. Doing this. After so long.” She doesn’t move, just holds my gently throbbing cock tight. I don’t interrupt… Something about her grip feels so fucking good, and I don’t want to rush her, even if my body screams for her to move, pump me, push me deep inside her.
I stay silent. I’m not sure I’m capable of coherent speech, and there’s obviously more she wants to say.
Astra lower back to her knees, gripping me with her other hand above where she already holds me. She stays like that for seconds that feel like an eternity, just staring at the inches that jut above her hands. “I see everything that happens in the Citadel,” she finally says. Her cheeks stain red, and I don’t think it’s because she’s gripping her first cock. “When you were with… With the others… I saw. I didn’t mean to pry. I didn’t watch, not actively. I tried to give you your privacy.” She swallows, finally bringing her hands up in a slow pump of my shaft. I buck, back arching. It feels amazing after such long anticipation. “I couldn’t help it, though. Couldn’t help myself. Watching you with them… I wanted you so badly. Wanted you for myself. There have been so many Aspirants, some of them worthy of this place. Some of them good people. But you, Sam…” Her hands drop back low, and my name on her lips is the sexiest goddamn thing. “Sam, you’re the first that I… I… I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.”
“So glad you decided to leap,” I manage.
“Me, too.” Her hands come back up. “There’s so much I want to try. So many ways I want to please you.”
“I won’t lie. Having a beautiful woman worship me in this way is incredible. But this isn’t just about me. What do you want, Astra?”
“I want to…” She takes a long breath. “I’ll just show you.”
“God, please…” I moan as she jerks me off. “Whatever you want.”
Her lips around my head are enough of a surprise that I let out a little yelp. She sucks my tip gently, pulling free with tiny pops that sound so fucking hot they’re almost as good as her mouth. She slowly ventures further, taking more and more of me, deeper and deeper until she has to move her hands to keep going.
Her mouth feels incredible. It’s tight, hot, and perfectly wet. Somehow different than anything I’ve ever felt, like Astra knows what a mouth is supposed to feel like but hasn’t quite perfected it. When my head should hit the back of her throat, it somehow doesn’t, as if she’s too long inside. Where it’s hot it’s too hot… Not uncomfortable, but almost burning. And her wetness… It’s less like spit and more like incredible lube, and there’s just enough that I slide into her mouth like it was made for me.
And she’s so deep. Too deep. Impossibly deep. She hits the base of my cock and keeps going.
Wait, is she…?
“What… What are you…”? I can’t form coherent thoughts.
She pulls free long enough to smile. “Surprised?”
I make some kind of unintelligible grunt.
It’s clearly the right answer. Her grin widens. “I can do so much more. Watch.”
Astra dives back in, taking me as deep as before. I almost come clean off the bed, s
he’s so tight and perfect. She pauses when I’m balls deep, and then…
Her body ripples and liquefies from her throat to her chest. She lifts, and my cock passes through her chin, then lower through her breastbone. Her body reforms as my shaft passes through her liquid silver, and once again, she climbs upward, biting her lip. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt; her material is warm and smooth, and it caresses me like silk as I pass her tits and come to rest at her belly. Her face pauses at mine and she gives me another cheeky bite to the lip. “I can still feel you, you know. I can taste you even now. I can change to please you… Can change any part of myself to suit you.”
She leans in, presses her stomach to the base of my shaft, and as she does the feel changes. From silk to flesh, from warmth to heat, from smooth to the soft pull of wetness.
When she pulls back, I glance down to make sure my mind’s not playing tricks. That this is really happening.
Yeah. She’s moved her pussy up to her bellybutton. And it feels so… Fucking… Good.
My mind wants to explore the possibilities… The new and different and ridiculously hot possibilities, but she pushes me deep and rational thought deserts me. All I can do is bend to kiss her, to bite and moan as she braces against the bed to take me in earnest.
“God… It’s so… It’s so much better… I never realized…” She breathes against my chest as I hammer as deep as I can. My balls slap her stomach so hard they sting, but I don’t let up. I can’t. There’s something so insane, and so incredibly hot, about fucking her belly. “This is so bizarre,” I whisper.
Astra pauses with my cock halfway buried in her stomach. She turns her eyes to me, lines of worry crinkling them. “Is this not good? I can stop–”
I shut her up with a savage thrust that almost makes me spill right then. “No, no. I… I don’t know if it's the Citadel or something that was buried inside me before I came here… And I don’t care. I am all about bizarre.”
“Good,” she manages, eyes rolled back as I push deep inside her. “I… Just want to please… To…” She cums suddenly, violently, whole body trembling and going taut. Her little pants turn to a shriek so loud I’m sure she’ll wake the others. Silver flows through in her wild and uneven waves, and she suddenly loses cohesion, melts down me and onto the floor.
“Astra!” Oh God… I killed her. I killed her with sex. Maybe an AI was never meant to–
She reforms on her knees in a flash, eyes wide and stricken. “I’m okay! Sorry… I… I didn’t expect…” Her fingers knead the flesh of my thighs. “It was so much better than I’d ever… Ever imagined.” Her head bows as she takes heaving breaths.
“You mean you’ve never… In this form…” I’m having trouble speaking through fading panic and sexual frustration. My cock throbs, and a bead of liquid sits at the tip. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“No, I have.” Her head rises, and she’s blushing. It’s so damned adorable that she even can after what we’ve just done. “Sometimes… I would touch myself. Elise… I couldn’t understand why she programmed me to be able to feel pleasure like that. But I’d use it. I… I explored… But it was nothing like this. And I never… I was too shy to do much more than use a finger.”
I wink. “Maybe she knew you’d make this choice.”
“I wish I could thank her,” she whispers. “But I’m glad I didn’t do more. Glad I never… Succumbed.” She takes me in her hand again, holds me tight. My cock responds, aching for release. “It would have ruined the surprise.”
“There’s a lot more where that came from.” I lean forward, taking the back of her head, and I pull her forward. She comes eagerly, taking me deep in her mouth as I grip her hair and press my entire length down her throat. I’ve lost my pants at some point. I don’t remember her pulling them off me.
I fuck her savagely, driving past her lips over and over like a piston. There’s something so incredible about not having to worry about normal human things, like whether she can breathe or whether I’ll gag her. I grip her hair tighter, ramming as far as I can.
She goes wild, scratching at my thighs and my calves with one hand as her other comes up to hug my balls. Her hand melts and reforms and completely envelops them and she squeezes them just hard enough that I grunt at the pain and pleasure. She sucks and licks, mouth tightening a little further each time I push into her. Her moans are so deep, so like those just before she… Holy shit. “Can you… Does this feel…”
Instead of answering, she cums. She falls against me and her mouth constricts around my cock in the same moment that I tumble over the edge. I cum deep into her throat, my cock bucking as her body trembles and goes silver again. She doesn’t melt this time, which is probably a good thing, because it feels like I’m pouring a bucket of cum into her. I don’t know if it’s the Citadel or something else, but I keep pumping, and pumping, my body rigid as I moan into one of the overstuffed pillows.
Finally, we finish together, and she pulls free of me. My cock still throbs in the warm air as she rests her face next to it, and her hot breath painting the base as she gasps is almost the hottest part of all this.
When she doesn’t move, I crane my neck. “Are you… Are you okay?”
She takes a deep breath before rising, climbing up the bed until she’s sitting on my chest. She watches me the whole time, and there’s something like pure, perfect satisfaction in her banked gaze. She straddles me, her pussy so close to my face that I can smell her delicious musk. “Sam…” she whispers. “This is the most okay I have ever been.”
“Good.” I wiggle back and forth, teasing her swollen lips with the hair at my chest. She bites her lip. “Because I’m not even close to being done with you.”
“I don’t…” She falters as I reach up to run my thumb along her little clit. “I don’t know what to do next. I’ve… Imagined so many times… But so… So…” She cums again. It’s so fast, so easy to take her over the edge. She bends over my face and I kiss her now normal belly as she trembles and moans into the bedspread above my head.
“I get it. You’re new at this.” I grip her ass to slide her upward. “I’ll take the lead.”
“Wait,” she gasps, sitting up. “There’s something else I want to… To try.” Her grin is wicked.
“Kay, now I’m a little afraid,” I lie, unbelievably excited for whatever crazy shit she’s dreaming up. “What are you thinking?”
“No, not what I’m thinking, Sam.” Astra stretches, catlike, and her little tits perk upward. She rolls her shoulders before relaxing, taking me in. “It’s what you’re thinking. Or, rather, what you’ve thought about.”
“You’ve lost me,” I laugh. “You’re sex drunk.”
“No. Watch.”
Before I can respond, her body shifts and starts to change. Her legs lengthen and her breasts expand. Her entire torso stretches, going from lithe and thin to tall and voluptuous. Her hair explodes from her head until it’s halfway down her back, still slightly curled but long and luxurious. It shifts from dark to fiery red.
She’s completely different, like a comic book character come to life. She’s gorgeous, but I’m not sure where she’s going with…
Oh. She’s not done. Her skin changes, darkening to an almost forest green, and as it does something fundamental shifts, something that screws with my head so badly I wouldn’t believe if it if I hadn’t seen her change to Commander Shepherd earlier. Her colors shift from real life hues to vibrant color, and at the edges of her body are dark, inky lines. Little leaves, delicate as feathers, sprout from her skin in long lines. Her greens and the red of her hair and even emerald eyes…
“You’re…”
“Yes,” she purrs.
For a moment, I can’t move. Can’t even think. She doesn’t just resemble a comic book character anymore. She is one. Her body still has weight, and her ass still feels real and thick in my hands, but she’s… She’s a cartoon.
“How…”
“One of your earliest fa
ntasies,” she says, and even her voice is different. Playful, teasing, exactly like the character. “I know them all. Know your wildest dreams.” She grinds against my chest, and the long lips of her pussy are light green and pink like the petals of an animated flower.
I can’t control myself. This is like some kind of fever dream come true. I drag her up to my mouth almost savagely, attacking her with my mouth. When she moans, she doesn’t sound like Astra anymore. When her pussy gets wet against my lips, the clean floral scent is completely different.
I’ve done so much since I was dropped in that first hallway, confused and naked. Seen so much. Fought for my life, made love to an alien, fought a goddess of thunder, and have even seen Mario Brothers turned to real, terrifying reality.
But none of that comes close to the insanity of sucking the pussy of a comic book character. I gaze up long the length of her cartoon body; at her hard belly, wreathed in little leaves; at her perfect tits, bouncing as she grinds her pussy against my face; at her perpetually amused expression, twisting with pleasure at each pass of my tongue.
This is unbelievable. A dream I never want to wake up from.
I suck and lick, long and slow, finding her clit with each pass. She’s so wet, so delicious. My cock is hard and ready and I moan against her folds in frustration.
She must hear something when I groan against her because she pauses. “Sorry, love,” she whispers. “I can take care of that.” She lifts free of my face, just enough that I can crane my head and watch as she throws one hand behind her. Little vines extend from her outstretched fingers, wrapping my cock from balls to tip. Flowers and leaves bud from them, caressing my swollen flesh as the vines take on a life of their own, writhing back and forth against each other as they gently caress my length.
Jesus, it feels incredible. I don’t even want to think about how many new and weird kinks I’m going to have when I get out of here.
But not now. Astra laughs in delight as I drag her back down. Her giggle turns into a yelp as I push my tongue as deep into her pussy as I can. I drag up and down, back and forth, raking her entire length from clit to base, passing in and out of her as I go. She tastes incredible, like candied roses, and I want more. More.
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