“Are you okay, little one?” His tone was filled with concern.
“I have this strange feeling inside. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just… unsettling.” Was it even worth mentioning? Ral smiled and stroked her wet hair.
“That’s normal, little one. It’s because you have more nerve endings in your bottom than anywhere else in your body.”
“Even my clit?”
“Even your clit. Some of those nerve endings have never been used in your entire life, or only very briefly. So naturally they will feel a little strange because they’re not accustomed to being touched by a plug inside your bottom hole.”
“So the only way for that to go away, is… is to…” She didn’t want to say the words.
“To have lots and lots of anal sex. Or to never put anything inside your behind again. Which would you prefer?”
Sarah giggled and looked away shyly.
“The first one, please,” she said in a very tiny voice. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks at the idea of admitting to such a naughty desire.
“If that’s what you want, princess, that’s what we will do,” Ral replied stoically. Sarah giggled again then nodded.
“How does the plug feel now?” He kissed her on the forehead.
“Better. Less, ‘nope,’ and more ‘okay.’ If that makes sense.”
“It does. Are you ready to return to under the sea?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sarah let him lead her back beneath the water, and she coughed slightly as her lungs filled with liquid. Breathing water went against her intuition just as much as having large plastic objects in her behind, but she knew if she got over how strange things felt, everything would be awesome.
Ral led her down to the coral reef, and behind a little outcrop of cerise coral, there was a large open clamshell, about ten feet in diameter, that had a giant, two-feet wide pearl in the center. He indicated for her to get inside the clamshell, so she did. The surface of the shell glowed with the pearlescence of an abalone, and the pearl had an off-white shimmer. The whole place looked magical.
Her new husband positioned her so she was on all fours, then lifted her arms up and put the large pearl underneath her for support. The pearl was slightly cushiony, rather than hard, and she suspected that Ral had played around with some of the parameters in this program. Or, more likely, it was one of the things he’d asked her to change when he gave her snippets of this program to alter for him. If she’d known what it had been for, would she have done it the same way? She wasn’t sure she’d want to change anything.
Ral’s fingers stroked her pussy lips then honed in on her clit. Sarah’s bottom twitched against the large plug and she held onto the pearl, glad it was there to help her stay in place comfortably, as he swirled a finger over her clit, bringing her to another orgasm. This one was brief, but it was so strong she squeezed the pearl with all her might as she surfed the tidal wave that crashed through her. She had no idea that her body was capable of withstanding such pleasures until the climax faded and she realized she was still in one piece, not thousands. She lolled her head against the pearl as Ral gently patted her haunch then he slid the second plug out.
It was time to find out what his cock would feel like in her ass. To her surprise, she felt a cold tube of something pressing against her rosebud, then her insides were filled with a slight cooling sensation. It must have been some sort of lubricant, she thought. The next thing she knew, something large, warm, and hard was pressed against her opening, and she realized why he’d used so much lubricant. She firmly gripped the pearl as he opened her, wider than she’d ever been. One of his hands was holding her hip and the other went straight to her clit, where he caressed her gently. The conflicting feelings from her bottom and her button were making it difficult to decide whether she liked this or not, but then he was inside her, her ring of muscle closed around his head, although his shaft still had a ways to go before it would be fully in. His cock was huge. She knew that already, but now she really felt it, as her ass seemed to shape around his flared head and rigid shaft, taking in every ridge and curve, every vein, and responding every time he pulsed inside her. She wondered how long he would be there before she would explode; she was already very close to her fifth orgasm. How many times could one person come in a day?
Ral began to move inside her, very gently, still not inside her very deeply, and she moaned again in silence. She felt like she was turning into a puddle of liquid as the new sensations surrounded her. He worked his cock further inside her bottom, stretching her opening as his girthy shaft slid gradually into her back passage. She was connected to him in a way she never had before; it was like their souls had intertwined and, regardless of where either of them were, on some level, they were inseparable now.
As he moved a little faster inside her, Sarah felt a rush of adoration for him, at the same time that his hand seemed to increase its attentions to her pussy, and before she knew what was happening, she tumbled over the precipice into a profound climax. As her universe seemed drenched in the brightest light, as every inch of her was aflame, Ral came inside her, filling her ass with fresh tingles as she orgasmed for what seemed like days.
When the glow faded, Sarah flopped against the pearl and Ral slid out of her slowly, then pulled her down onto the clamshell, where they spooned for several long minutes. Even if she had been able to speak, Sarah was so stunned that she wouldn’t have been able to break the silence.
After a while, Ral ended the program and they were in an empty black room. Their clothing tumbled to the floor and Ral helped Sarah back into her wedding gown.
“My hair is dry! And why aren’t we coughing up liquid?” Sarah asked.
“It was a hologram. All the liquid disappeared when the program ended, including the stuff inside your lungs.”
After all the time she’d spent in the Innovation Suites, Sarah was amazed that there were still things she could learn about them.
“Wow. So… that was anal sex. Incredible.” Sarah was still stunned.
“Answer me one question; when you had that largest butt plug in your bottom hole, if you could have said anything, what would it have been?”
“You mean once we’d gone back underwater and you were making it so good? I would have begged you to fill me with your cock instead, Daddy.”
“And didn’t I tell you you’d feel like that, all those weeks ago when we first discussed it?”
“I wouldn’t call it discussing, so much as you describing in detail what you—” Ral put a finger to Sarah’s lips and looked in askance, waiting for her to answer the question. She nodded. He took his finger away and ran his hand through her hair. She felt so loved; this had been the best day of her entire life.
“Good girl. Always remember that Daddy knows best and you’ll never go far wrong.”
“Even the times when I’m right?”
“Especially the times when you’re right.” He gave her bottom a little pat, then they left the Innovation Suite, ready to begin the rest of their life together.
The End
Bonus: Preview of Her Cyborg Daddy
Zanthia couldn’t stop staring at Kerzon, her boss, as she stood before his desk in the diplomatic service branch of Government Prime, the main building governing the Interplanetary Alliance.
“I’m going where?” she asked. The briefing had made perfect sense but surely it was a joke.
“You will meet with the cyborg ambassador of the Artificial Intelligences and you will be overjoyed to show him around the galaxy, Zanthia. Do I make myself clear?” Kerzon glared at her. In the four years she’d worked as a junior diplomat, Zanthia had never once questioned an order. Now, however, she struggled to make sense out of her assignment.
“But sir, shouldn’t you send someone more experienced? How can glorified computers have diplomatic relations? I can’t even begin to know how to address them. They’re not listed in the protocol handbook!” Zanthia stopped talking when she realized her voice was drawing the att
ention of the other diplomats in their huge open-plan office, which was almost the size of a high school gymnasium. The high-ceilinged room was filled with expensive leather-topped desks and lacquered Cerulean hardwood furniture. The wood-paneled walls were covered with clocks, showing the dates and times on a hundred different planets.
All her life, Zanthia had dreamed of working here, in the administrative heart of the Interplanetary Alliance, but the reality wasn’t quite matching up with the dream. No matter how hard she worked, she always ended up getting the toughest assignments, and she was overlooked for every promotion.
A few months ago, an astro-archaeologist and his wife had found a metal device on the surface of an uninhabited moon. When they had examined the device, it had played a message that had changed what everyone thought they knew about the universe. Prime government had quickly become involved. Since then, contact had been made with a new lifeform: Artificial Intelligence. The cyborgs seemed to have their own planet, and Zanthia didn’t understand anything about them except that the whole galaxy of Andromeda would expect a lot from this first meeting between humanoids and cyborgs.
“Just think, Zanthia, you can learn all about the correct way to address various situations, and you might add an entire section to the handbook. Your father will be so proud,” Kerzon said. Zanthia gulped and tried not to show the rush of butterflies that flooded her stomach at the mention of her father. She constantly strove to make her father proud of her, and her boss knew it. She bowed her head and tried to keep her voice neutral as she replied.
“As you command, sir.” She really didn’t like the idea of spending time with a cyborg, and she didn’t fully understand how this assignment made any sense, either, but being the face of the Interplanetary Alliance in diplomatic relations with a new type of life was still a huge opportunity and she would do her very best to make it work.
Kerzon nodded with an air of finality. “Good. Your transport leaves within the hour. You are to meet the AI representative on his vessel and show him anything he wishes to see. No request will be refused. We need them on our side and they must have the very best impression of biological life.”
“Of course, sir.” This was a PR mission, and she might not be the best negotiator in the diplomatic service, but she was an expert on good PR. She’d studied it at an exclusive private college and used it daily to fight the small fires that broke out across the Interplanetary Alliance. With so many cultures and personalities constantly coming into conflict, Zanthia worked hard to smooth things over to serve the bigger picture: maintaining the twelve Prime planets’ control over the hundred outer planets. The only person she’d never been able to get to think well of her was her father. Would this mission change that? She hoped so.
“And I want daily reports,” Kerzon added.
“I would expect nothing less, sir.”
She was about to return to her desk when he added, “Oh, and one other thing; trivial really. Fail, and I’ll post you to a backwater dump. Pombos is looking for a new long-term resident diplomat. Hop to it, then, girl.” Kerzon waved a hand and Zanthia scurried back to her workspace, trying to breathe slowly.
The idea of being posted to Pombos was unthinkable. Zanthia calmed her thoughts while she tidied her desk and made a quick 3-D video call home, requesting her maid to bring her a few essentials. Never in all her time in the diplomatic service had she been instructed to just get on a ship like this. Even major diplomatic incidents usually gave her enough time to fetch a change of clothes. She shook her head. This was going to be a very unusual mission.
* * *
The transport flew into the cargo bay of the larger ship and was swallowed by it. Zanthia tried to quell her rising anxiety. She remembered her training and switched her emotions to warm and happy. Diplomats weren’t allowed to be afraid. Managing it was a little like method acting. Some races detected emotions, so the ability to substitute a negative feeling with a positive one was essential, but a complete ability to disguise every emotion was rare, even amongst diplomats with forty or fifty years of experience.
When Zanthia got out, she wore an atmo-suit, which provided her with compressed air to breathe. She walked around the huge cargo bay drinking in the details. It was bare steel walls and dim lighting in every direction. Zanthia wondered if anyone had even come to meet her when a deep tenor voice startled her from behind.
“You must be Zanthia? I am Unit 7090 Mark III. I am here to see your galaxy.”
Zanthia spun around then tried to collect her nerves. The man—no, the robot, he just looked like a man—who spoke stood at over seven feet tall, taller than even any elf, and yet his body seemed humanoid. His shape was that of a muscular man, with short black hair on his head, all the correct facial features, and hands—hands!—with fingers. He looked like the facsimile of the perfect man, the sort of man who was in action movies, or whose muscular body provided the background to premium-priced digital calendars. Zanthia tried to remember that this was a serious diplomatic mission, but she couldn’t help but wonder whether he had a long, thick cock under the strange white garments he wore.
“On behalf of the Emperor-Paramount, he who is the great Emperor of Nidia and the Paramount of the Interplanetary Alliance, I greet you. I have been instructed to show you anything in this galaxy that you wish to see, sir.” Zanthia knelt on one knee, in the traditional Nidian formal greeting, counted to three in her head, then stood up again.
“I thought the emperor stated that he ruled the Milky Way as well as Andromeda?” The huge android’s finely chiseled face held no expression as he spoke, but his voice was deep and warm. It spoke to something long buried in the depths of Zanthia’s soul and awakened her heart. She tried to concentrate on answering his question.
“Yes, indeed he does, but there was an unfortunate incident, sir.” She thought carefully about how to explain without making Nidia look bad.
Everyone across Andromeda knew about the un-terraforming wars that had laid waste to the Milky Way, but it was ancient history. Explaining the whole terrible debacle to this cyborg who might use it as evidence to wipe out her planet didn’t seem wise, and yet, she couldn’t leave it unanswered now that he’d asked.
She tried to sound like it wasn’t worth thinking about. “A madman went on a rampage with a special device that destroyed the surfaces of planets. Most of them were reduced to flaming balls of magma, but some crumbled into fields of asteroids. Some resistance fighters from the Milky Way acquired the plans to the un-terraforming device, and they targeted a few planets in Andromeda, to get their own back, before the wars were finally stopped and the technology was banned by unanimous agreement.”
She didn’t add that the madman who did the most damage had been the previous Emperor-Paramount, or that he’d done it in a show of force against the planets and outposts that had refused to join the Interplanetary Alliance. It was a good thing he’d been overthrown by his son, but it was Nidia’s greatest embarrassment that the un-terraforming wars had happened.
“That is a pity. I have only ever traveled within my own galaxy. I would have been interested in experiencing as much new input as possible. We are all intrigued at the prospect of learning about biological life.” The tone of his voice vibrated within her core and she felt a hot rush of warmth flooding her panties. This was such a bad time to become attracted to him.
She tried to focus, and turned her attention to the more positive aspects of the galaxy, like she was trained to do. With any luck, she would also avoid him finding out about the disastrous twenty-second century, too, when humanoids had regressed in a lot of ways.
“I can’t wait to show you my beautiful galaxy. Anywhere you wish to travel within Andromeda, sir, or anything you wish to do, please just say the word and I will be delighted to be of service,” she said with a smile.
For some reason, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she spoke. Surely he would know it was a formality? Zanthia allowed herself a little daydream, of servicing t
he enormous, ripped android in the most undiplomatic ways possible. She sighed with longing, then her eyes widened as she realized he was still watching her. Normally, people looked through her or their gaze finished at her beautiful appearance. She wasn’t used to anyone paying real attention to her.
“Also, sir, I have a selection of ten thousand books, famous and influential, and an additional e-library of research theses, as a gift for the Artificial Intelligences.” She fished in her bag, hoping this would distract him from dwelling too much on that embarrassing sigh, and handed over the tablet, which was preloaded with literature.
“I am most grateful. My people have always believed biological life to be a myth. It will be enlightening to find out where our cultures are similar, and where they differ. Allow me to show you to your quarters aboard the ship. The temperature and pressure should be adequate, and the air supply can be reconfigured. Which gases would you like to breathe?”
It was the first time anyone had ever asked such a strange question, but Zanthia supposed the correct amount of oxygen was pretty fundamental to understanding other cultures. Maybe humanoids didn’t ask about it often enough. She tried to remember the usual concentrations on Nidia. She had forgotten most of what she’d learned in high school, but she still remembered the silly song she’d made up to learn the right percentages for her high school’s final science paper.
“Thirty percent oxygen, sixty-five percent nitrogen, four percent carbon dioxide, one percent trace gases, sir,” she said, forcing herself not to sing the words to him. Her science teacher at the prestigious Nidia Academy would have been proud of her for being able to recite it.
Mark looked thoughtful. “Interesting. On my way to meet your ship, I scanned two planets, whose atmospheres had quite different compositions. Both had biological life. Is it common for biological life to require such varied environments?”
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