Sweat dripped from her body as she came once more, her clit painfully sensitive now, juices dripping all over the saddle. She wasn’t aware of how long she’d been strapped to the saddle, only that she wasn’t free, and she was cumming still. She was about to attempt to sink in Oblivion when she felt something poking at her wet flaps. She froze. Oh gods no. The cock-head that had enticed her in the beginning was sliding inside her, lubricant running down it like water. And oh gods, it was ridged in all the right places. She groaned as the construct slid the cock deeper into her, finding places no lover ever had. It pulled back slowly, thrusting back in hard enough to cause her breasts to bounce. Orgasms with her clitoris were good enough, but having something in her made them feel twice as good.
The cock began to speed up, her body clenching around it. It was longer and thicker than any lover she’d had before and if not for the gag in her mouth the screams of pleasure it was causing would have beckoned every denizen in Blackreach over. If possible, the rate at which she was cumming had sped up. However – and Sondant thanked Reason and Logic for this – every time she found herself cumming, the cock exuded lubricant – not that she needed it – which seemed to have healing properties. So while her insides were being rammed, the cock was kind enough to heal her.
Sondant had almost ceased to think of escape, her back straight, body sweating, thighs slick, as a fan belt lapped at her nub and a mechanical cock rubbing her insides, caught up in a string of endless orgasms. Her hair fell out of its tight bun and blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, but she barely registered it as she clenched down on the metal inside her. She had lost all control, and was about to pass out when she felt the gag spit out a liquid and the familiar taste of stamina potion flooded her mouth. She was jolted awake, inwardly cursing the Dwemer for keeping their sex subjects awake. That was when two claws with leather stretched across them raised up, and began to rub her nipples. Just when she was SURE the Dwemer couldn’t add to the pleasure…
They alternated between rubbing and lightly pinching her nipples, occasionally moving to knead her breasts. Her head fell against the pole keeping her upright as she squirted, and came again. And then something else poked at her arse. She felt a third, and unbeknownst to her, final, source of stimulation enter her rear in the form of a well-lubed Dwemer cock. This piece of the machinery stayed slow, but Sondant didn’t care. It was fucking her arse and it felt weirdly good. She leaned back a little and the cock was allowed to delve deeper.
By now, however, the Breton was feeling the stamina potion wearing off and her body was sore. Though the new cock was helping stimulate her further, orgasms were starting to hurt. Rather than screaming in pleasure, she was groaning halfway to pain. Half an hour passed before the cock slowly slid out of her arse. Another half hour passed and then the one in her vagina slowed down and pulled away. Finally, the lubricated fan-belt slowed, before eventually stopping, and disappeared. Ten minutes passed before the saddle stopped vibrating. Her arms were freed from the restraints and she fell forward. She guessed that her feet were still secured to keep her from falling. The machine had finished fucking her but was far from done.
Curiosity, part 3
The cock began to speed up, her body clenching around it. It was longer and thicker than any lover she’d had before and if not for the gag in her mouth the screams of pleasure it was causing would have beckoned every denizen in Blackreach over. If possible, the rate at which she was cumming had sped up. However – and Sondant thanked Reason and Logic for this – every time she found herself cumming, the cock exuded lubricant – not that she needed it – which seemed to have healing properties. So while her insides were being rammed, the cock was kind enough to heal her.
Sondant had almost ceased to think of escape, her back straight, body sweating, thighs slick, as a fan belt lapped at her nub and a mechanical cock rubbing her insides, caught up in a string of endless orgasms. Her hair fell out of its tight bun and blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, but she barely registered it as she clenched down on the metal inside her. She had lost all control, and was about to pass out when she felt the gag spit out a liquid and the familiar taste of stamina potion flooded her mouth. She was jolted awake, inwardly cursing the Dwemer for keeping their sex subjects awake. That was when two claws with leather stretched across them raised up, and began to rub her nipples. Just when she was SURE the Dwemer couldn’t add to the pleasure…
They alternated between rubbing and lightly pinching her nipples, occasionally moving to knead her breasts. Her head fell against the pole keeping her upright as she squirted, and came again. And then something else poked at her arse. She felt a third, and unbeknownst to her, final, source of stimulation enter her rear in the form of a well-lubed Dwemer cock. This piece of the machinery stayed slow, but Sondant didn’t care. It was fucking her arse and it felt weirdly good. She leaned back a little and the cock was allowed to delve deeper.
By now, however, the Breton was feeling the stamina potion wearing off and her body was sore. Though the new cock was helping stimulate her further, orgasms were starting to hurt. Rather than screaming in pleasure, she was groaning halfway to pain. Half an hour passed before the cock slowly slid out of her arse. Another half hour passed and then the one in her vagina slowed down and pulled away. Finally, the lubricated fan-belt slowed, before eventually stopping, and disappeared. Ten minutes passed before the saddle stopped vibrating. Her arms were freed from the restraints and she fell forward. She guessed that her feet were still secured to keep her from falling. The machine had finished fucking her but was far from done.