Ple★sure Bots! L&D Edition
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SYLUS-09 — Dual output modules. Best for submissive users. Combat & luxury hybrid. ZAYNE-07 — Temperature play. Dessert expertise. Adaptive dominance/submission. XAVIER-03 — Stamina optimized. Bunny mode. Breeding tendencies. CALEB-11 — Vibrating arm. Domestic protocols. Affection intensity control. RAFAYEL-01 — Dual output modules. Aquatic compatibility. Switch module active.
Please read the warnings before proceeding!
MDNI. android AU, breeding, d✫uble-pen, unprotected sex(p in v), rough sex, temperature play, squirting, oral(f!receiving), belly-bulge, mild degradation, dirty talk.
You’ve been warned. Initiating pleasure sequence...
ZAYNE-07 — Passion and Precision
It was the first thought that came to you when you hit the purchase option. The game of Hot or Cold—like a treasure hunt. The closer you got to the prize, the hotter it burned.
Now you’re splayed on your bed, Zayne’s tongue tracing a slow, maddening path over your body. Cold as ice at first—From the narrow valley of your tits, to your navel, all the way down to your soaking folds. He parts them with two of his fingers, and dips his tongue again—right between your slit. He drinks up all they honeyed goodness your spasming cunt oozes out.
Zayne’s tongue drags languidly from your entrance up to your clit. Your warm wetness meeting with his icy tongue. Then warmth blooms, sudden, scorching. You gasp as it presses against your clit.
“Here.” He murmurs. “…is where you respond the most.” a series of kitten licks are peppered on your swollen little bud. “Your heartrate spikes to 120 beats per minute.”
Your back arches, smothering his face with your leaky pussy. “Indeed.” He murmurs, thumb teasing the base of your clit. “I wasn’t bought to merely speak.”
“Zayne.” you lift his head up by his hair. “Inside. Now.” You huff impatiently.
“Understood.”
He doesn’t waste time to lift himself and position himself over you—a large hand hooking under your thigh, hiking it up a little to open you for him. His thick tip slips past your slippery lips, gathering all your juices to help you take him.
When he pushes in, you melt—humming in utter pleasure as his perfectly, inhumanly warm cock sinks into your dripping heat. Your insides relax around him the moment he bottoms out. His hot tip grazes your cervix, making you squirm beneath him. Your slithery walls clamp on him, coating him in your slick.
He’s filled you to the brim. You can feel him buzzing faintly deep in you—muffled by the sound of your insides clinging to him so tight.
“it’s so deep—hah!” you squirm, vain attempts of adjusting yourself.
He angles his hips once, his tip in your now angles upward—and you already know just what is going to happen when he pushes back into you. you salivate at the thought. You can literally map out where you start and where you end, thanks to his impractically perfect large dick stuffing you so full.
“God—Zayne—I can feel—” he experimentally grinds, unintentionally cutting you off, internally clocking every beat of your pulse. “fuck! Fuck—just—move.”
That he does.
He pulls out of you, only the tip remaining and then warms up your already hot insides with his cock, plunging back into you with one deep stroke. Your mouth hangs open, thighs falling open.
“fuc—fucking hell—” your head falls back, back arching—your hips offering themselves to him. “so-mmph! So deeep…”
Your hand goes to your tummy, right atop where you feel him. He leans back, pace still kept. Long, deep strokes moulding your honey-soaked walls. He huffs once, his own hand covering yours.
“That’s not quite precise.” He mutters. He slides your hand a centimeter higher and then drives his cock into your pliant hole as it to show you where you stretch around him. You feel it. Your stomach bulges as his dick drills into you. “Here is where I reach.” His voice is so annoyingly clinical and raw that it has your pussy spasming wildly.
“Zayne—!”
He keeps pulling back and sinking back into you, tip nudging your sweet spot each time. “140 beats per minute. You’re close. I shall aid you reach your climax.”
With that, the ice-like tip of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing unrhythmic circles—on purpose—driving you to both—madness and your orgasm that rips through you like a freight train. Still, he keeps pounding into you, drawing more of your gooey slickness.
“Why are you—?”
“You haven’t asked me to stop.”
SYLUS-09 — Full Control. Full Care.
Your whines are all that the walls hear. You’re split open on your new purchase’s cock, while the other rubs between your slit—grinding deliciously against your clit.
His hands knead the flesh on your hips as you rock on him, hard chest pressed flush against your back. “You’re doing well, kitten.” He rumbles in your ear, making your cunt clamp on him.
“Oh?” you can hear the way his voice lights with mockery. “How easily affected. How cute.” His hips snap up as he holds you down, keeping you in place to make sure your wet little hole takes his cock deep.
His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him so you’re sitting on his cock—forcing you to open for him.
“More—please I need more.” You don’t know where you can muster up the greed to even ask this of him.
“Tch.” He leans in, lips brushing against your neck. “You don’t have to beg, kitten. I’m programmed to give you everything you need anyway.”
With that, a broad palm settles on your back, guiding you down, ass presented up in the air. He hovers over you, hand still there to have you pinned. Still, his cock never once slipping out of you. but that’s because your overstretched walls are gripping him so tight.
His hand slides lower. “arch.”
You oblige, grinding back against him. “good girl.”
His pace starts again. deep and hard. Making your little hole take him to its limits. His other cock rubs against your clit just right. Your hand reaches down to run your fingers along his length. Curious. Salivating.
“You need only ask, kitten.” He reminds you. heat pools in your stomach.
“I—I w-want it.” You manage to say between his brutal thrusts, ass tilting up more.
“what. You want what?” his cock keeps relentlessly pounding you, never once stopping
His hips snap to yours, cock screwing into your magical spot buried deep in your walls. At this angle, you feel every mechanical buzz of his dick.
“I need both of your cocks.” A laugh of delight rumbles behind you.
“I need you to be more specific. Need my other cock where, exactly?” He punctuates every emphasized word with a hit of his cock to your womb.
“Oh god, Sylus. Fuck—in my—ah—” it’s impossible to speak when his cock is driving you to your doom.
“I need your cock in the hole that’s not occupied.” That is all you can say, eyes rolling back as his pace slows, cock draaaagging over your gummy, too wet walls. Massaging your insides so perfectly.
You feel him then. Hand sliding to your ass. Spreading your cheeks wider, exposing that puckered hole of yours. His thumb gently traces the right ring of muscles. You jolt, cunt spasming around his dick.
“You’ll get what you want.” He promises. “But before that, I want you to cum on my cock once.”
His hand slides down, pressing his other cock snug between your slit. Each ridge sliding over your clit in mouth-watering friction. “Keep it here. Rub yourself on it.” He tells you before his pace picks up again.
His thumb stays at your ass-hole, circling. More slick dribbles down his cock, as you move you hips back, chasing the high you need so bad—fucking yourself on him. And he lets you.
He lets you grind yourself on his cock like his little kitty in heat, while stuffing yourself full of his other cock. He lets your head run wild with the image of him filling up that other virgin hole. To be used so thorough.
But this is exactly what you had in mind when you clicked on that damned link, didn’t you?
He buries himself deeper, if that were even possible. “Nngh! Sylus I—too deep—!” you whine prettily, eyes still rolling to the back of your skull.
“Too deep? How do you plan on taking my other cock then?”
He lets his cock fuck you deep. To split open every inch of you around him.
Your orgasm hits, blinding you momentarily. You wail in ecstasy. Nails digging into the bedsheet while he slams into you once, stilling so you can milk the last bits of your wave, walls pulsing around him.
And just when you’re about to shut your eyes, you feel the cool of the lube against your other hole, making you gasp.
“Did you think we were done here, Sweetie?”
CALEB-11 — The Domestic Dream
Caleb hasn’t stopped. Not when you came once. Or twice. Or fuckin thrice. His fingers continue to jab that poor spot in your pussy. You’re holding onto dear life as you cling to his biceps.
He hadn’t even turned on the vibration once through all these rounds and you were falling apart so prettily on his just his fingers. The rest of it? Well, the horny half of your mind despite your pathetic disposition is drooling at the anticipation.
His finger curl, making you coo sweetly, lips curving in an ‘o’. He just snickers at the way you get cross-eyed each time he does it. His hand curls around your thigh, pulling you closer to him.
“n-need your cock now.” You mumble. “Please Caleb!” his fingers curl again, shutting you up.
“You didn’t ask for it, pips.” He says so plainly. He’s already aligning himself with you. sweet, sticky honey flows out of your cunt as the blunt head of his thick cock breaches your hole.
Your hips shift, chasing it. “So needy. Coulda just asked, y’know?” he pushes in, slow.
You moan at the stretch. It burns so good. Your oversensitive, used up walls struggle to swallow him. Yet, you do like the greedy little thing you are.
He buries himself to the hilt. Your voice is stuck in your throat as you feel him deep inside, grazing your cervix so perfectly. And then he moves.
“oh mmh!” your back arches on its own. Thighs clamping around him that he pries open.
“don’t do that, baby. Just keep taking it, yeah?” he purrs, every snap of his hips making his hips kiss your womb. The wet grip of your too tight cunt has him wondering if he really did open you up well.
Each time he drives into you, you dribble out your love juices—which he gathers and rubs all over your pussy lips, finger expertly gliding over your clit, making you clench tighter.
The sounds you make are downright lewd. Both—your mouth and your cunt. The way you gobble up every inch of him is borderline whorish.
He yanks you closer, pushing your knees up to your chest. You whimper but he just shushes you, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock so deep.
“I think I opened you enough.” He murmurs, but more to himself. Almost human-like. “say, pipsqueak. You think you can fit in a little more here?” his fingers trace where your hole stretches around him. He pauses for a moment.
You gasp, clamping down on him at the idea. He chuckles. “Greedy lil hole. It’s saying yes. Shall I take it as a yes from you too, then?”
All you can do is swallow and nod. And he’s already pushing two of his fingers in. with the amount of slick you’re constantly dribbling out, it’s an easy fit. Yet, you feel so impossibly full.
“c-caleb—I’m—”
“I know, I know. You’re stuffed full. Very full.” He drawls, as he fingers curl again. but a moan rips through your throat only when he starts moving again. pace deep and relentless.
“atta girl.” He murmurs. “ready for the grand finale?”
He doesn’t give your cock-drunk brain time to process before his fingers vibrate in you. you nearly break your spine as you arch off the bed.
He fucks you with an inhuman pace. Cock pounding your poor, overstimulated hole. And if that wasn’t enough, his fingers move with his cock. Curled at the angle where it vibrates right at your sweet spongy spot.
Your nails dig into the sheets, gripping them as he fucks out every sane thought in your head.
The pressure builds. A strange kind. But you’re too far gone to have any straight thoughts. And then it hits you.
You’re screaming as you spray all over Caleb’s stomach, his cock and his fingers, soaking them. And you can’t stop.
“too much—pleasepleaseplease!” he finally slows down, cock dragging languidly over your walls.
Your cheek is wet with your drool when you come to. You swear you blacked out for a moment. But what you’re met with is:
“wanna go again?”
XAVIER-03 — Endless energy, Endless appetite
Another spurt of warmth and your eyes roll back. You’ve been folded in a mating press since you activated that bunny mode of his. And you weren’t complaining. He’d been fucking you for lord knows how many hours, pumping you with thick loads of his “cum”.
You wondered what bunny mode meant, truly. How stupid. Of course it meant breeding you to your limit.
His fingers deftly tickle your oversensitive clit as his cock keeps shoving into your overused hole over and over again in long, deep strokes. Each thrust of his has the air knocked out of your lungs, forcing you to cry out for him.
“xavi—mmf—m’so full…” you whine, thighs pressing together.
“Mhm. That’s what you wanted, right, star?” he smiles sweetly.
But the way his cock plunges into the depths of you is far from sweet. It’s lewd. The way his cum trickles down at each thrust, the way your slutty pussy makes helpless attempts at keeping it in.
He hikes your thighs higher, pushing them so your tummy presses down to where his cock reaches, trapping it snug between your velvety walls. He rams in deep, as if he wants to make sure the next load he shoots reaches right in your already full womb.
He presses down to test it. And sure enough, pearly white cum dribbles out of your cunt. He smirks at that.
“What a mess, star. And you still want me to keep going.”
You nod erratically, a mewl slipping past your lips when he thrusts back in. he rubs your clit tighter now. And your walls clamp around him, womb greedily asking for more of his cum.
He knows. He angles your hips so that he can reach the end of you better. His fingers rub you directly over your clit, shooting electricity through your body.
“o-oh! M’cumming—!”
He keeps going, making your walls burn and stretch around him.
“its too much… plea—hah!” you hnad goes down to your stomach where you feel so full. “m’too full, Xavi…”
He stops. And then nods. “okay.” He pulls out, holds your arms and pulls you up to sit upright.
“wha—”
“push it out.” He tells you.
“what…” heat blooms across your cheeks at his implication. His fingers come up to trace that.
“don’t play coy, lil star.” He guides you to sit on your heels. “Push it all out for me. You won’t be ‘too full’ that way.”
A shiver runs down your spine. Your cunt clenches around nothing, automatically making it push out the cum he left in you. he watches you intently, patiently waiting. And under the weight of his gaze, you tighten your core, push his cum out.
It dribbles out in strings—mixed with your sweet juices. You don’t realise that he’s filled you so much until your womb actually starts feeling lighter each time you push out a load, all over the rubber sheet he’d placed under you.
His fingers join, plunging into you, curling and pulling out all the cum he left in you.
You’re too taken by the way his load oozes out of your gaping hole that you don’t register he’s easing you back down.
“I hope you won’t complain about being too full now.” He mutters. “So…”
His heavy cock, leaking with the remnant of his cum pushes back into your needy pussy.
“Let me fill you up again.”
RAFAYEL-01 — Art and Affection
The water sloshes around you as you lean forward, panting. The pressure in your stomach is too much. Just what were you thinking when you bought a pretty robot with two cocks?
Rafayel reminds you why as his hips shift, filling up both your holes. You grab onto the edge of the tub—bracing for the delicious stretch that comes when he grinds in deeper. His fingers on your clit press just right each time his cocks him inside you.
He hasn’t moved. You haven’t told him to. Yet. You’ve been stretched open around his cocks for what you fathom minutes, clenching and relaxing as his fingers play with your pretty little pearl.
“mmph! Rafayel—issomuch!” your head lolls back to his shoulder as you babble incoherently.
“mhm, I’m sure it is.” He chirps happily behind you. You can’t tell if he means it or is simply mocking you.
“you’re so tight, cutie. Gripping me. Both of me.”
You can only whimper in response. His arm snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. His cocks stir in you, making you mewl.
He gathers some slick from your entrance, smearing it on your clit, fingers move with artistic precision.
“Look. You’re stretched sooo pretty.” He chuckles. Your gaze falls down to where you’ve opened around him. The rim of your cunt glistens pink. Stretched. Like even a finger in would make you snap in two. His fingers slide down, tracing it. Making you shiver.
They drag up again—to your clit and back down to where you’re joined.
“God—raf. Move already.” You whine, shifting. But his heavy cock brushes so perfectly against your sweet spots that you whimper helplessly again.
“Uh-uh. Not yet.” He tuts, slapping your clit once in response. You yelp at the oversensitivity. “You’re still so tight. You’ll hurt yourself at this rate.”
You groan in impatience.
“I won’t. Just—fuck—move.”
His lips bite your earlobe suddenly. “Um no. It’s too dangerous. Buuut—”
Your breath catches when he shifts, grinding slowly. Tip right up against your swollen spot. “I can do this.” You cry out. It’s too much. The pressure in your ass and now his cock gliding over your walls.
“Oh mmh—yes. Yes this is sofuckinggood!” you whine, grinding back against him, pushing him deeper in your holes. Deeper than he already is.
His hands come up, cupping your breasts, kneading hem together. Fingers rolling your nipples. “you’re a work of art, baby.” His face lowers to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “If only you were a little patient.”
“But you’re whining so pathetically I can hardly ignore it.” He murmurs, something dark etched in his voice.
His cock in your cunt jolts to life, as it starts vibrating. You cry out, hips surging up only to have them pinned back down, shoving his cocks into you.
“What is—”
“don’t act so innocent, now. We both know you’re far from. Why else would you have two cocks stuffed in both your holes?” Rafayel rasps, voice siren-like. Tempting.
Your breath catches in your throat as he leans forward, taking you with him. Your hands go up to hold the edge of the tub as he pushes you so your ass is up.
“Oh! Did you really not know I had a vibrating feature?”
You want to shake your head but it merely tips forward as his fingers return to play with your clit. Your holes clamp tight on him as your orgasm nears.
“I’ll teach you then. I’ll show you every height of pleasure.” He whispers darkly. His hips finally move, pulling back and then slamming back into yours.
You sob as your orgasm hits. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it.
“too much!” you yelp.
“hmm yeah. And yet—” he buries himself fully inside you once, letting the thrums of his vibrations bloom across your overstimulated walls.
“I don’t hear a ‘stop’.”
✧˚₊ nya's note: i do not know what possessed me to pen this but oh well. Anyhoo. i hope ya'll enjoyed it. Suggestions, reblogs and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!
