Eros the Revealer
Keywords: Revealer, the, Eros,
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"They'll be fine. But I felt it was wiser for them to remain dormant for the night while their systems equalize."
"I must've been more out of it than I thought," I sighed, gently fondling her hardening phallus. It was impossible for me to ignore the slow flush crossing her face, to say anything of her hardening nipples, shifting hips and shaky breathing -- and that doesn't begin to cover what "my" reaction to her arousal was like. "Of course, you can help me set my mind straight, sweetie..."
"My ass!"
"Eh?"
"Take me up my ass!!"
I blinked, surprised by her request, then smirked and pushed her over. Lenn was quick to respond, sliding up her housecoat to show off her beautiful derriere. With normal human lovers, I avoid anal sex, even if it is with a willing man. The thought of actually sticking my penis into "that" part of the body...! Ugh! No way, "jose"! Who knows "what" sort of things you'll catch doing that. And since I don't like doing it to others, I won't have it done to myself, even by a 'bot. However, doing it "to" a robot is a whole different deal for me. I can't tell you how many M-'bot lovers I've had who've yodelled many octaves higher than normal thanks to me and my wonderful joystick. Since a 'bot's internal cleaning systems are quite efficient, there's no risk to the human partner.
I moaned as I felt myself push past her anus into her warm hole. Entering a woman -- or a man -- "here" feels a heck of a lot different than entering her vagina or her mouth. And with Lenn it's even "more" special. Her memories are those of a real woman who I now realize must have come to fantasize about having sex with me "this" way. Lenn crooned as I started to thrust away, her eyes closing as her hands grabbed mine, forcing me to lean against her back as she compelled my fingers to stroke her own throbbing dick. I gritted my teeth as the familiar chilly rush flooded my loins far too soon, then howled Lenn's name as I exploded deep inside her, flooding her with my liquid ivory. Scant seconds later, her own machine started to throb in a prequel to her own cum splattering all over the floor. Of course, neither of us really want to clean up that sort of mess, so I pulled myself out of my lover, spinning her around so I could get a quick pre-breakfast snack.
Just in time; after two strokes inside my mouth, Lenn blew her load right down my throat. I gently gulped it down, using my tongue to give her a quick washing before pulling myself away to take a few breaths and recover. Lenn was barely able to keep herself on her feet after that. Noting her reaction, I wondered how low she tuned her pleasure buffer whenever we went at each other. Taking another deep breath, I leaned in to gently stroke the tip of my tongue over her deflated stick, which slowly started to reinflate as I moved to give her a nice tongue-washing. Glancing into Lenn's eyes, I quickly note the lucidity returning to those dark brown orbs. "Feel better?" I asked.
"Let me clean you," she offered.
"Thanks." I stood up, hiking my nightshirt clear so Lenn could repay the favour...
* * *
A few minutes later, I walked into the lab. A glance to the bed revealed a dormant Reika, a simple blanket draped over her. Irene now occupied the diagnostic table where Rayven had been examined, likewise covered to give her some sense of modesty -- not that robots really care about that, of course. Walking up to gaze into my first lover's darkened eyes, I was quick to see the content look etched on her face. "I'm glad you're alright," I whispered as I leaned down to kiss her forehead, then moved to do the same to Irene.
"Hello?"
I stopped, spinning left to see a tall, nude form standing close to the nanofac unit. "Raye!!"
A demure smile crossed her well-shaped face as she stepped towards me. The way she moved surprised me. While there was a slight, sexy sway in her hips and shoulders, what one might always expect from a normal fembot or bi-'bot, I could tell that Rayven was trying to mute it. Why? You'd never expect this sort of thing from a bi-'bot in full-female format, to say anything of a real fembot. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mistress," she began, offering her hand to me as her eyes drooping slightly in a typical show of emotional submission to a human.
I gripped her hand, then blinked as she gave me a firm squeeze. The underlying strength in her fingers was more intense than what Reika, Irene or Lenn demonstrated, which confirmed what Lenn had said last night about Rayven's origins. "I'm pleased to meet you as well, Raye," I responded, reaching over with my free hand to slightly tilt her head up so we could gaze directly into the other's eyes. "And please, don't call me 'mistress.' My name's Deanna." I decided then to give Lenn's latest patient a little test. "So how do you feel right now?"
Rayven's response was automatic. "Physically, I'm fine. Marlenn does great work. But here..." she pointed to the valley between her gorgeous D-cup breasts. "It's a different story. I..." she paused, then bit her lip. "I know about Brenda and the others."
"Did Lenn tell you?" I asked.
She shook her head. "She didn't have to. While I was in the nanofac, my mind had to be fully active so I could cyberlink with the nanites. They needed to do that to ensure all the repairs chimed right with my operational specifications."
"You were able to read our lips?"
"Thanks to infra-red vision, yes," Rayven replied with a nod, then blinked, her eyes suddenly glistening.
I stared at her, then sighed, reaching over to draw her into my arms. She didn't resist as I allowed her to rest her chin on my shoulder. "It's alright, Raye. Cry. Let it out," I soothed, reaching up to gently thread my fingers through her rich hair.
The slender body in my arms quaked immediately as sobs stole her voice...
** ** **
"She let me cry..."
"She called me "Raye"..."
"Raye..."
"I've never been called "Raye" before..."
"Not by Shayne..."
"Not by Brenda..."
"Not by Monica..."
"Not even by Kip, who *hates* being called "Kinsey". She calls me "Rayve"..."
"I..."
"I like it..."
"I really like it..."
"Deanna talks to the *real* me."
** ** **
"Thank you, Deanna."
I drew Rayven back, then stared into her eyes. I was right about her height; she was, at most, only three centimetres shorter than me. "Can I ask you a question, Raye?" I prodded. After her nod, I pointed down to her feet. "Do you wear high heels?"
She shook her head. "Not really. I'm tall enough as is, don't you think?"
"You're all right by my books," I chuckled as my eyes drifted down to gaze once more on her breasts. Jeez, now that I could see them perked up, I had to admit that one of "hers" was worth both of "mine". Life can be "so" unfair at times, I suppose. "Here, let's get a housecoat on you," I turned, walking over to a small wardrobe Lenn kept in the lab for these instances. "Much that I don't mind staring at nude 'bots when the chances come, seeing that "constantly" gets very distracting. I haven't fully desensitized myself to it."
Rayven nodded understandingly as I drew out a housecoat, then draped it over her. She tied herself down, then stared at me. "You said 'nude 'bots.' I take it you don't particularly care what sort of 'bot you're with..." she paused, then shrugged. "Intimately?"
"Male, female, bi -- I've never met a herm-'bot or a neuter, though -- I'll take them any way they come to me, Raye," I stated with a wink. "Of course, if you're a freed bi-'bot like my three lovers, I've really got no say in the long term as to how they'll live."
Her eyes widened, then she glanced briefly at Reika. "They're all bi?"
"Yep."
"They're lucky."
That statement took me by surprise. "Why'd you say that?"
Rayven breathed out, the smile slipping from her face. "I've had two-and-a-half owners since I was first activated," she admitted.
I blinked. There's an answer you'd never expect from a robot. "'Two-and-a-half?'"
She nodded. "I started out as a special order unit by a Broadway theatre actress who wanted both a personal companion and something of a bodyguard. Rayven Sheiner. I got my name from her. She..." Here, Rayven stopped for a moment, then she shrugged. "Well, she died about a week before she would've taken custody of me from Noram. It was an auto accident outside of Richmond. I..." She paused again before a light smile crossed her face. "I always wanted to meet her. Thank her for influencing my life the way she did."
Hearing that touched me deep in my heart. To be orphaned before ever knowing your "mother"...! "What are you capable of?"
"Well, you've no doubt noticed how I can talk like a normal person even when conversing with another 'bot like Marlenn," Rayven pointed to herself. "Rayven insisted that I be fitted with the best street vernacular database available at the time. She also had a hard-wired command fitted into me which forces me to use that database in most of my daily conversations. I'm also fitted with programs that allow me to work on stage. The singer programming came later, when Brenda became my owner. That meshed pretty nicely with what Rayven had put into me when I was constructed. That makes it very easy for me to perform when I'm with the band."
"So why'd you say Lenn, Reika and Irene're lucky because they're bi?" I asked, then shrugged as something came to me. "Many wouldn't see it that way. From what my girls've told me, bi-'bots often struggle with strongly conflicting urges. Then again, 'bot designers never consulted with people like me before they inflicted that type of lifestyle on 'bots like Reika and Irene."
She breathed out. "Well, after Rayven died, the company had no real idea what to do with me. I'd been paid for, but there was no one coming to take me away. Rayven never told anyone about her intent to buy me. When the executors of her estate learned about me, they decided not to bother themselves and sold me back to the company. I had no rights to any inheritance.
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Keywords: Revealer, the, Eros,