GigaBeasts 2, page 7
Faryn opened the front of my pants to reveal my boxers, which allowed my cock to swell a little more since the cloth wasn't as restrictive as denim. She reached for me, hesitated a moment, then glanced at Maeve. "Like…this, Doctor?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am. Just continue freeing his penis from his undergarments so we can get to work."
"Do I just…pull it through the hole?"
"You could," Maeve replied as herself, "but it's hard to reach his sack like that."
Faryn nodded before turning back to my contained cock. Her fingers fidgeted as she reached for me, like she was debating the best way to pull my boxers down. After a few long moments, a trembling finger slipped beneath the waistband. The finger hooked, dragging the fabric slowly downward. I raised my hips slightly before her tugging met too much resistance, helping her pull my boxers down my hips.
My cock popped out, and her eyes widened slightly as she gawked at it. “By the Cybercore…it’s so big,” she breathed in awe.
She'd caught glimpses of it before, but this was her first time seeing it up close and personal. Faryn looked at it reverently, her fingers hovering just over my erect cock before suddenly jerking back. She cleared her throat, looking at Maeve, then back at my cock—and then putting on her glasses again, like she couldn't get a good enough look at it.
"Please take care of my husband, Nurse Maeve," Faryn said, her voice slightly husky.
"Don't worry, ma'am," Maeve assured as she stared at my shaft. "He's in good hands with Doctor Maeve." No sooner had the words left her mouth than the puppet reached for me. Doctor's arms circled my cock, Maeve's fingers firmly gripping me through the fabric. "Nurse Maeve, I am holding the patient steady. You may now administer treatment."
"Yes, Doctor," Maeve said, licking her lips. She slipped me into her mouth without delay, sucking my swollen head and circling her tongue over the tip. Doctor's arms stayed wrapped around my cock, though she slid slowly up and down it while Maeve doted on the head.
It felt fucking amazing, even though I knew I was rapidly veering toward a puppet fetish.
Maeve pulled off slowly, a little spit connecting the tip to her lips, then wetly kissed up and down my cock. Doctor let go of my cock to instead cup my balls in her mouth, Maeve's fingers massaging me through the puppet. Maeve's other hand wrapped around the base of my shaft.
I let out a low groan as she slowly worked her hand up and down my cock while massaging my balls. All my pain and worries were forgotten, swept away by the white hot pleasure of those dexterous fingers dancing over my skin.
"Ptuu!" Maeve spat, smearing the warm wetness along my length. "You have to give it some lubrication," she explained. "It feels better for the patient that way."
"I-I see," Faryn stammered, her eyes flitting between my face and my cock.
Maeve worked her hand slowly, twisting her wrist as she did to give a wonderful variation to her already pleasurable strokes. The spit quickly began to dry even though she wasn't working me fast, and she leaned in before pausing. "Could you provide us with some lubrication, ma'am?" she asked with a cheeky smile.
"M-me?" Faryn's eyes went wide. She touched her lips, as if Maeve had asked something totally scandalous—and maybe it would have been, if Faryn wasn't watching the other woman play with my cock.
"Yes, ma'am. This big, throbbing cock needs more lube than I can give it."
"Maeve!" She gasped, though her tongue soon dabbed her bottom lip hungrily. Wriggling where she sat, Faryn rubbed her inner thighs together, obviously turned on by the display. With a final glance at my face, she drew her hair over her shoulders, then leaned in. "Tuuu!" she spat, a tiny bead of spit hitting my cockhead.
"He needs more than that," Maeve said, smoothing her hand over the spit, which quickly dried again. She rubbed me slowly and loosely so things didn't get uncomfortable with the lack of lube, but it wasn't enough for my swollen cock. It throbbed in her hand, practically begging for her attention.
"O-okay," Faryn murmured. She sucked in a deep breath, leaned over my hips, then spat on my cock again. A larger glob glistened and rolled down the head of my shaft. "Is that enough?" she nervously asked.
"We'll make do," Maeve assured confidently. She added some of her own spit to the mix before her hand stroked my cock more earnestly. It twisted, tightened, and massaged, expertly working my erection. All those years of using puppets had given Maeve the most dexterous fingers I'd ever experienced, and she didn't hesitate to use all of those skills to pleasure me.
Faryn's arm slipped around mine, and she leaned on me slightly, her bright eyes looking up at me before lowering to my cock. Her other hand rested on her knee, her fingers clenching around the fabric of her dress like it was all she could do to keep from touching me—or maybe herself?
Just imagining prim and proper Faryn rubbing her pussy while watching Maeve go down on me was enough to make me want to blow my load. I held on, distracting myself by looking down at Maeve, who was on her knees between my legs. Our eyes met as she leaned in, giving her tongue a playful flick along the underside of my shaft.
"Mmm!" she moaned, and it only got louder when I wrapped my fist around her tie, giving her just enough room to properly suck my cock. "Hmmmn…” Maeve let out a happy sound as she finally took the tip of my cock between her lips again. “I love when you do that," she said around the head, her voice slightly muffled. Her green eyes stared deeply into mine as she slipped my shaft along her tongue until the tip tickled the back of her throat.
The wet, velvety warmth of her mouth made me close my eyes and groan. The lewd sounds coming from her lips never stopped—she knew how much I liked it when she constantly moaned around my girth.
"Oh my," Faryn whispered, clutching my arm tighter. "I can't believe she can fit so much in her mouth."
"MmmMmmMmm," Maeve happily hummed as she slurped on my cock like it was an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. She bobbed her head over the length that she could fit easily in her mouth, running her tongue over the underside all the while. She gagged slightly whenever the tip hit the back of her throat, but it didn't slow her down—she just kept sucking like a pro.
Doctor had latched onto my balls and showed no signs of stopping. The puppet's smooth mouth seemed to stretch to fill itself with as much of my balls as it could take.
Then Maeve went deeper still.
"Guh!" she gasped as the head of my cock struck her throat.
"Are you okay?" Faryn asked.
"Mmhm!" she happily hummed, then went deep again. "Gluck, gluck, gluuuh." Maeve pushed me deep into her throat in one hard push that made my arms go weak. My cock throbbed in the tight confines as she buried it as deep as it would go. Her lips pressed to my hips, and she adjusted herself with a 'guh' like she couldn't get enough of me down there.
The pleasure swam through my body, crashing against my senses, which were drunk from ecstasy.
"I…" Faryn's breathy voice trailed off as she clung tighter to my arm. "I didn't think it was all going to fit."
"Mmggghh," Maeve replied, sending vibrations through my cock. She drew her head back slowly, until my cock was just about to pop out of her throat, then pushed down to the hilt again.
Explosions of colors that I never knew existed burst inside my eyelids. The suction of her lips was so intense that I barely had the strength to keep myself up, eventually needing to lean on Faryn to keep from falling flat onto my back.
"Guh, guh, guh—Mmmph!" Maeve breathed each time she bottomed my cock out in the back of her throat. Her mouth and throat contracted around me, forming a vacuum so intense that I moaned embarrassingly loud.
Faryn whimpered, a quiet, sexy sound that made my cock pulse. "Are you close to climaxing?" she asked, her fingers gripping my arm tighter.
I nodded, gritting my teeth to hold on a little longer—but Maeve had other ideas.
The petite redhead squeezed my balls just a little tighter, massaging them expertly with the puppet while blowing me. She leaned back, pulling my cock from her throat, then wrapping her free hand around the base and jerking rapidly.
“Mmm...ahh…p-please, Sam! Cum? Hnn...cum for me? Don’t you wanna see Faryn’s face when she watches you—ahhn—cover my face and fill my mouth with your huge load? Nnngh...please, Sam! Please! I’m begging you! Hahh...cum for me! Cum! Cum! Aah...c-cum!” Maeve pleaded, her hand somehow moving faster as her green eyes stared up at me with a desperate need.
As hard as I tried to last longer, Maeve was just too good. The tension in my body released all at once, and I spurted my hot load onto Maeve’s gorgeous face before she aimed my cock at her open mouth with her tongue sticking out. She kept milking my cock, working out every drop of cum with happy giggles. “Hehe! Mmm, yes! Ahh...that’s it! Give it all to me. Nnnh...Show Faryn what you plan to do to her one day...Hnn...” she cried as each burst made me coil toward her, the pleasure flowing through every inch of me until I was utterly spent.
“D—do that to me?” Fayrn breathed, her blue eyes flicking from Maeve’s cum covered face to mine. Her face turned red, and her breathing grew heavier as Maeve opened her mouth, showing us her prize.
Maeve made a show of swallowing it before sticking out her tongue with pride. “I swallowed all of it, just the way you like. I’m such a good girl for you,” she said with a smile.
My taut body slowly relaxed, and I'd have collapsed into the bed if Faryn wasn't still holding onto me. I caught my breath for a few long moments, my senses finally returning to me.
"There's so much," the blonde whispered, touching her cheeks as if imagining it covering her face instead. A soft, unintentional moan escaped her lips. “Mmmm…” The sound nearly made my slowly wilting cock firm again already.
Maeve was still on her knees in front of me, beaming up at me. Her face was spattered with more than her cute little freckles—it was covered in globs of my cum that trickled along her cheeks and down her chin. She glistened in the sunlight filtering through the window.
"Is the patient feeling better?" she asked.
"Much," I said.
"That was…" Faryn trailed off, fanning herself slightly. "Is it…unladylike to say I enjoyed it?"
"You'll always be a lady to me, regardless of what happens in the bedroom," I said.
"Or a tent, or behind the barn, or even if you let him put it up your butt," Devil said. Her horn had a bandaid on it, and for some reason she was wearing her lawyer suit. "Being a lady doesn't mean you can't be into some freaky shit, like watching your best friend fucking your boyfriend in the sitting wheelbarrow."
"Why would we do that in a wheelbarrow?" Maeve frowned.
Devil went to slap her, though paused, likely because her face was covered in my cum. "You're damn lucky you look good like that, Prime. Now get your pants off. It ain't over until the fat lady sings, and Opera Maeve ain't coming out yet."
The realization of what was about to happen next made my little soldier stand at attention once more.
"Oh my," Faryn whispered, looking at my cock with wide eyes.
I shrugged and sighed, shaking my head. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
Chapter 8
Once I'd had a full night of sleep and recovered from my doctor's visit and Maeve's own special brand of doctoring, I gathered around the kitchen table with Maeve, Faryn, Xanthe, and even Irina, who had hung around because she caught on that we knew something she didn't. We'd tried to play it off, but she didn't buy it. Between Maeve rambling while we were on our way back from the dungeon, and Xanthe threatening to delete people, it was obvious something was up.
Or that we were all crazy. I tried to convince her of the latter. That hadn't worked either.
Xanthe glared across the table at Irina like she didn't belong. It didn't help that Xanthe was angry she hadn't managed to nab a seat beside me. Her eyes narrowed further as Irina stared at her impassively.
"I apologize that I don't have much else to offer right now, I didn't have much time to put something together," Faryn said as she placed a wooden serving tray upon the table. It was piled high with sandwich triangles stuffed with ham and cheese, chicken and egg salad, as well as an assortment of meats, cheese, crackers, and cookies.
Irina swallowed hard, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. "If this is what you make when you don't have time, I'd die to see what you make when you do."
Faryn smiled in her usually reserved manner, though she was clearly happy with the praise. "Thank you," she said, before heading back to the counter to fetch the cups she'd filled with one of her famous tea blends. This one smelled faintly fruity.
My stomach growled. It was now so late in the evening that it was dark outside, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning—besides guzzling that potion, which had tasted vaguely like marshmallow banana candies.
It had been a hell of a long day. I wanted nothing more than to eat and pass out, but Irina deserved answers. Her level head had probably saved our lives.
On the floor in the corner of the kitchen, Chomp, Mallow, Sunny, and Iggy noisily devoured their own food. There was always a heaping pile of dry kibble out for them to graze on if they got hungry during the day, but they heavily preferred the wet food that Faryn and Maeve made for them at meal times.
And of course, Chomp preferred hotdogs over any other food. He'd earned more than a couple of those after saving our asses in the dungeon. But that was a thought for later.
After I'd stuffed a piece of ham and cheese sandwich into my mouth, I turned to Xanthe, who sat with her arms crossed over her chest, looking like an obstinate teenager that had been dragged into the principal's office for the dozenth time.
"Can I start now?" Maeve asked. She literally sat on the edge of her seat, her green eyes fixed intently on Xanthe. I knew she would have good questions, but they would also likely come out all at once, so I held up a hand.
"Who is she?" Irina asked, watching Xanthe closely. "I mean, I thought she was just wearing a cosplay I didn't recognize, but from what I picked up, it almost sounded like—"
"I am Xanthe,” Xanthe said as she stood with a flourish. “The human embodiment of the Light Cybercore. You may kneel and grovel, but please refrain from kissing my feet. Those are for Sam."
"I don't want your feet," I dryly replied.
"See, that's what I was going to say, but it sounds insane," Irina said.
"Does it? I mean, look at GigaBeasts. Look, we can explain all of this to you later, but right now, we need to get to the bottom of what happened in the dungeon. I'm not trying to be rude, but the implications are…"
"World changing," Maeve finished for me.
"Maeve, eat your dinner," Faryn said, gently nudging the other woman.
Maeve blinked, picked up a piece of sandwich, then began mechanically eating.
"Okay." I turned to Xanthe. "The Cybercore has ten domains, right? One for each element? Do you control all of those?"
"No, I only control the Light Domain. The Cybercore is a hive of what is best described as ten AI minds. Some of us work together better than others," Xanthe replied with a shrug.
Maeve's eyes went wide. She dropped her sandwich, though Faryn quickly placed it back in her hand, once again encouraging her to eat.
"Does that mean only this domain is…having technical difficulties?" I asked.
"Related to my actions? Yes." Xanthe fidgeted.
"You can't seriously be telling me that this is the AI?" Irina grumbled. She didn't say anything more than that, she just went back to listening—and brooding in silence.
"So, you put a temporary AI in charge, and it's gone haywire?" Maeve blurted. "It reprogrammed the dungeon, and it has a different voice. It even sent me a message saying that it was restructuring the inventory system so now all of my puppet clothes can't go into the puppet closet storage box I had specially made, and they each count as their own item. Do you know how many outfits I have? Hundreds! Thousands, maybe."
"Maeve," I said, gently laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry," she whispered, shrinking to nibble on her sandwich like a chipmunk.
"I think it's best you just explain this part without us having to ask questions," I said to Xanthe.
"Do I have to?" She pouted, puckering her lips in a cute way that sort of made her look like a fish. She tried to flutter her lashes at me, but since she was still learning the intricacies of using a human body, she just blinked a bunch of times. When I didn't budge, she tried to reach across the table, then sulked when she couldn't touch me no matter how far she stretched. "I will if I can sit next to you."
"No," I said firmly. I had a funny feeling I needed to take a firm hand with Xanthe. That if I gave her an inch, she'd demand the rest of my inches. "If we're going to fix whatever changed, we need to know what happened. Is it just because you left? If it is, then it means you can't stay here."
"Sam!" Xanthe cried, her hands cupping over her heart. "How can you say such a cruel thing to me?" Her lemon-yellow eyes watered, the diamond-shaped pupils wavering.
I felt a little bad for that, but I didn't let it show on my face. I just stared at Xanthe, waiting for her to calm down.
"It's harder than I thought," Xanthe whispered, her eyes welling with tears. "I-I don't have any control."
"Over the AI?" I asked, a knot tightening in my gut.
"My emotions!" she cried, finally breaking down all the way. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "When I'm happy, it's easy, but when I'm sad or mad, I can't control myself. This is maddening!"
"That makes sense," Maeve mused, her eyes wide with fascination. "You're a sentient AI who developed emotions, but even that couldn't prepare you for the physical sensations that come along with them." She stroked her chin. "Her impulse control was already poor when it came to Sam. Now that she has a body to fully experience those emotions it’s too difficult to contain, it’s like throwing gas on a fire."
"I'm right here," Xanthe wailed. "Don't talk about me like I'm still something you can't see."
I frowned, glancing toward Faryn, who nodded.
