"Hi, Reena." Vuvi smiles.
"How you doing, Vuvi?" Reena replies as she turns to greet them. Her cheerfully bouncing bosom seems to strain the limits of reality itself. "Got the milk your mom ordered."
She smiles and hums as she plops down a crate of clinking, glass bottles onto a counter, each filled with a sloshing, creamy, white liquid.
"Fresh!" Reena smirks, puffing out her chest. "Pumped it just this morning!"
"Thank you, Reena." Vuvi nods. "Mom's been waiting for—"
"Actually…" Reena interrupts. "I, the Pelvic Pulveriser I got last week—"
"No! Seriously? That's your fourth one this month!" Vuvi chuckles.
Reena blushes, her cheeks crimson as she flicks her long eye lashes.
"It's not my fault, I swear!" Reena explains. "I used it just like you told me. But... the pulse-crystals burned out again."
"Mother's Mercy! Your strength and stamina are terrifying." Vuvi grins with a devilish smile. "Give me a day or two, I'll make you something more sturdy. In the meantime… want to try something new?"
Reena's eyes light up. "Your masterpiece? It's ready?"
Vuvi snatches Pip by the shoulders and shoves him in front of the towering cow-girl.
"Meet the Pleasure Prince!" Vuvi announces proudly. "Just finished him this morning. Divine powered. Custom thrust settings, infinite stamina and… he's pretty much unbreakable."
The cow-girl scans him from head to toe while making wild, crude calculations. Pip waves at her nervously as she licks her lips and shoots him a grin that could curdle cream.
"Oh crumbling cheese curds. He's cute!" Reena giggles, every movement of her body eliciting the erotic bouncing of her breasts.
"First session's free." Vuvi says. "All I ask is that you moooooo-ve around some word of our latest creation."
"Ugh." Reena groans. "So funny."
Pip stares at the two silently as they discuss details of Reena's trial session, silently and graciously thanking whatever deity had decided to place his soul in a pleasure-bot.
In sex-starved world.
Populated by monster-girls.
"Don't mess this up for us!" Vuvi whispers into his audio port. "Just make sure she moos. A lot."
The pair leads him through the cottage, down some stairs and into a small room hidden in the basement.
Flickering flame crystals light the chamber in a dim orange glow that whispers of naughty things while shelves lined with vials and pots and otherworldly devices fill the walls.
At the room's center stands a mighty bed, framed by thick wooden beams and reinforced with many kinds of metals, bolted firmly to the floor, clearly built to survive the most savage of encounters.
"So… I can just… do... whatever?" Reena asks as she ogles Pip, her golden-flecked, brown eyes gleaming with salacious thoughts.
"Whatever you want." Vuvi beams.
"Are you sure? You know I—"
"Go ahead… try to break him!" Vuvi yells out as she leaves the room, slamming closed the thick, wooden door behind her.
Reena giggles as she slowly slinks towards Pip, cracking knuckles, stretching limbs and twisting her neck.
He shivers, bolts and gears clinking and clanking as she draws near.
She slips out of her boots while staring at him, barefaced lust oozing from her like a steaming aura. Then she rips off her tunic next before peeling off her tiny, tight skirt.
Her body is a tribute to fertility and raw, natural power. Thick thighs gave way to full hips, that blossomed into muscled abs and a bosom blessed beyond measure.
"So, little metal man," she grins as she saunteres up toward him. "Vuvi says you're her masterpiece… unbreakable. You won't mind if I test that… right?"
He nods with a shudder, his core crystal throbbing with panicked excitement as messages rain down his visual interface.
[Activating Sensual Scan LV. 1]
⌜ Target Details:
Name: Reena Moumelle
Species: Minotaur Hybrid.
Arousal Status: 89%
Emotional Status: Lust / Horny (High) ⸥
[New Primary Objective: Survive ]
S-Survive? He ponders nervously as the grinning cow-girl slowly straddles him.
Reena moans with pleasure as she wiggles into position, thick thighs gripping his hips, servos groaning under her pressure and metal slide into flesh and her mind begins its journey into new frontiers of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh! That's colder than a frost wyvern's taint!" she giggles. "Let's heat it up!"
She grips his shoulders, leans back and descends deeply, fully, her butt hitting Pip's hips with a seductive slap, leaving her moaning and mooing as his golden, glowing goodness settles deep inside her.
Pip is ready to please, but he is not ready for Reena.
Her movements are precise, brutal and packed with raw power as she starts to bounce on him like a beast in heat, slipping, sliding, slapping skin to metal with each wet smack of her butt on his reinforced pelvis sending explosions of pleasure through detonating through her thighs
He lays there, hips thrusting like his existence depends on it, unsure if he was pleasuring Reena or just surviving her presence.
[Vibration Output: 183%]
[Overheat Index: 57%]
[Thrust Output: 145%]
Pip lays silently, metal hands gripped tightly onto the bed frame, bracing himself as the cow-girl rides him like a bucking bull, her gruff howls of heavenly bliss echoing through the stone-walled room. He can only grip the bed tighter as she tries valiantly to break him. Her muscles ripple under torrents of sweat, body glistening as she groans and moans, breasts slapping with satisfaction.
"You're still… fine… down there... little Prince?" she strains through clenched teeth, one hand tightly gripping onto his metal frame and another digging into the bed frame as it jerks back and forth furiously.
He nods. Happily.
"Good… that was a nice warm up." she sighs as she slides off him inch by quivering inch. She grins down at his golden manhood, glowing with divine magic, then bends into a squatting position and shudders as she edges her backside down onto him, moist metal pushing into her gut as she squeals with delight.
"Oh, that's tight!" she giggles, wiggling her butt through the last few inches so he fills her completely. "Let's take it up a notch!"
She proceeds to pound her posterior into his pelvis, pushing herself into ethereal ecstasy, bucking like a wild bronco.
[Warning! Structural integrity: 95%... 92%... 90%... 88%...]
Pip simply holds onto the bedframe while she rides him, moaning and mooing as orgasms tore through her one by one, utterly content with himself, entirely dedicated to fulfilling his duty.