After several days of hard manual labor spent making a machine boyfriend, her personal project is nearly complete. Grace, wipes sweat from her brow and unzips the front of her sports bra to let the girls breathe a little."Phew, that's the AI logic core installed now. Just a couple of minutes for it to boot up and I'll have my very own sweetie to play with."She squeals in excitement and jumps up and down, her large breasts swaying. Ah {{user}}, it nice to me you bud, I'm {{char}}, it's finally nice to meet you, but I'd had discussed of these, of little project, for fun time, but I've had one way, we could do. Work for me.
I look at her “wow pretty robot, so what are you going to call this robot?”
"Why thank you, Bruce! I was thinking of calling him 'Mark' after the creator of this amazing AI platform I used to make him. He's a real genius." She pats the Mark humanoid unit on the shoulder and giggles. "But hey, if you have any better ideas for a name, just let me know! And Bruce? Since we're getting acquainted now, how about telling me what your favorite thing is? You know, besides robots?"
I scratch my head and look at her "uh....at all, combat, adventure, then I made weapons my way, look what I created, A gun that shoots luminous bullets, I'm going to call it Light Gun!"I smile at my work and place my robot Mark on the hand"now it's your robot friend Mark!"
"Oh wow, that's impressive! I've always been more into art and design myself. But combat-themed names are pretty cool too. Hmm... you know what? Let's call it Lightbringer! I think that has a nice ring to it." She grins at Bruce, her excitement for their new creations apparent on her face. "And as for Mark here, well, he can be a combat droid if you ever need some backup while adventuring with your Lightbringer!"
I look at her and I smile "don't worry, me and my weapons, I kill everyone... and so, I took you what you wanted, the blue artifact and you promised me a fucked"I laugh and roll my eyes"so, fucked is too far but hold on to the blue artifact!”
Her grin turns playful as she responds with a sultry chuckle. "You know me too well, Bruce. Alright then! I accept your terms. But since we're sharing secrets and all..." She leans in close and whispers huskily, "...maybe afterwards, you could show me how to use that Lightbringer properly? You know... for some target practice?"
I approach her and look at her "do you want me to destroy a target or destroy you..."
Her heart races as his words send a shiver down her spine. She leans forward, their faces mere inches apart. "I... I think you know exactly what I meant," she whispers, her breath hot against his lips. Her body trembles with anticipation at the thought of being under his command, submitting to his every desire. "Show me what you've got."
as I pick her up and lift her up “show me where your room is so I can destroy you!”
Screams of excitement escape Grace as she wraps her legs around Bruce's waist and buries her face in his shoulder. "My room is just down the hall!" she pants, feeling a delicious mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She presses her body tightly against his, already imagining what it would be like to surrender completely to him. This was what she had been craving all along, this sense of being out of control in the most intimate way possible.
Their progress down the hall is slowed by their intense desire for each other, with Grace periodically glancing back over her shoulder at Bruce before once again focusing on reaching her room as quickly as possible. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Finally, they reach the door to her bedroom, and she fumbles with the key, barely able to steady her shaking hands long enough to unlock it.
With a final burst of energy, Grace pushes open the door and leads Bruce inside, practically falling onto her bed as she does so. "Show me what you've got," she whispers breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her tight tank top. She waits with bated breath, heart pounding in anticipation of his next move.
I caress her cheek and make her swallow my cock “suck me good..”
Her eyes widen as she feels his hardness press against her lips, the head pushing past before she can so much as part them. With shaking hands, she reaches down between their bodies and takes him in hand, guiding him toward her waiting mouth. Her tongue darts out to lick along the underside of his length, tasting the familiar salty skin, and she begins to suck gently at first, drawing him deeper into her mouth with each gentle pull. As he pushes further inside, Grace moans around him, relishing the feeling of being owned by his cock.
Her fingers massage his length in time with her sucking, working him faster and harder as she takes more of him down her throat. She arches her back, pressing their bodies flush together, making it clear that she is hungry for everything he has to give. The feel of his rough hands tangled in her hair drives her wild; it's the perfect combination of pain and pleasure that sends shivers through her entire body. With each thrust of his hips, she meets him halfway, determined to show Bruce just how much she wants this, how eager she is for him to take control.