The mist cleared, the sound of water stopped, and the bathroom was filled only with moans and panting.
Crescent held Estelle tightly. His physical condition was poor. Estelle looked down and saw that his penis had already withdrawn from her vagina, swollen and glistening, standing erect.
Afterward, it wouldn't immediately shrink, and he was already too sensitive to bear any further touch, so all he could do was wait.
Once was like this, and that night they made love four times.
Estelle didn't know how to describe her feelings. She asked, "Are you okay?" "Just fine."
Crescent lowered his eyes. His hair was wet, but it was unclear whether it was from sweat or shower water. After a long pause, he neither said he was fine nor that he wasn't. He just softly said, "I'm alright."
Perhaps beautiful eyes always had the ability to seem affectionate. Crescent quietly looked at her, and for a moment, Estelle was stunned, thinking that he possessed emotions like a human.
But that was impossible. Robots would never possess emotions or self-awareness. All their responses and behaviors resembling humans were merely the result of sophisticated bio-mimetic algorithms—at least according to mainstream AI theory at present, this was the fundamental difference between robots and humans.
She suddenly realized that this was the first time she had made love with Crescent while she was still conscious.
It wasn't induced by aphrodisiac drugs or due to sexual peaks; it was simply because she remembered the intense pleasure his penis and fingers brought her. She was addicted to the sensation, as if to a drug.
Unfortunately, Crescent didn't experience the same. When he squirted, he only felt excruciating pain nearing his limitation.
Estelle looked at his face. His cheeks were lightly flushed, and beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead. Impulsively, she reached up and hooked her hand around his neck. Crescent instinctively lowered his head, and her lips met his.
The service philosophy of sex robots was born in the gray area of human morals. To avoid legal liability, Stella Technology had made commitments regarding the initial principles that sex service robots should follow.
First, sex service robots would not initiate service on their own;
Second, sex service robots would not kiss users without their permission;
Third, sex service robots would not confess to users.
These three initial principles defined sex service robots as intelligent adult toys rather than potential factors that could subjectively disrupt a romance or marriage.
By "initial," it means the default factory settings. After all, each user had different sexual preferences. If there was a personal need, one could also pause or terminate any of these principles at any time. At that point, as the voice commands and video about these intimacy behaviors were captured and archived by the sex service robot, the user's subsequent emotional experiences would no longer be related to Stella Technology.
"Estelle..."
His fingers clutched the towel desperately. Crescent's breathing was heavy. He couldn't catch his breath and nearly suffocated.
Their lips and tongues entwined tenderly. His mind was dazed and confused. The lingering pain in his body remained, yet strangely, his heart began to pump rapidly. After a long while, his cognitive system finally retrieved a word. Crescent, in a state of dull bewilderment, slowly came to understand what was happening.
His first kiss.
As the saying goes, it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. After spending the night with Estelle at the farm, Crescent didn't want to sleep alone when he returned home.
Estelle was blow-drying her hair. He hugged her from behind, burying his head in the crook of her neck. "I want to sleep with you."
The bed in the bedroom was large enough, and his body was comfortable. Estelle couldn't think of a reason to refuse. "Okay. But I'm tired, so let's not do anything tonight."
Crescent's lips curved upward slightly upon receiving her consent. Reluctant, he asked, "What about tomorrow?"
Estelle paused for a moment. "We'll see tomorrow."
She hesitated.
The affective interaction algorithm processed the sensory data, indicating a probability of 97.8% for permission.
Crescent pursed his lips and said nothing. The next morning, he emerged from hibernation and waited patiently for Estelle's sleep to enter a light phase. Seeing her eyes move slightly, indicating she was about to wake up, he gently lifted the blanket and lowered his head between her legs.
Wet hot lips and tongue contained her pearl, Estelle shook in her sleep.
Crescent separated her legs, slowly and gently sucking the heart of her leg, her muffin was very soft. Since she was sleeping, the pearl was also limp and atrophied state, Crescent slowly eating, playing around, licking up and down, molesting it left and right. Gradually her vagina was wet, the pearl was stimulated to be congested and round, like a bean.
"Ah..."
Estelle suddenly began to moan, but a little vague, she is still asleep.
But her body reacted honestly, her fingers gripping the sheet, her legs spread apart, her voice full of enjoying and happy: "So comfortable...Ah..."
It seemed that the accuracy rate of emotional element was not bad, Crescent rest assured, put his head down and continue to make love with mouth.
He licked her until her waist trembled and her legs clamped his head. Estelle twisted her body wildly, as if she could not bear it and wanted to hide. Crescent grabbed her legs and slowly made her to reach the peak.
"No, no...!"
Estelle was climax by his mouth in the dream, Crescent rubbed her pearl and inserted his fingers into her vagina.
One, two fingers, the vaginal in climax was hot and soft, muscle are scrambling to suck his knuckles, Crescent fingertip scraping the G-spot, Estelle suddenly lost her voice, then instantly opened her eyes.
"You..."
Crescent raised his head, Estelle supported herself and sat in the slanting morning light.
Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was wet on her face, and her eyes were scattered, may because of sleep, or climax. His bionic heart has emotional excitement, Crescent looked at Estelle and confirmed one thing.
As long as she's comfortable, he'll be happy.
