There were no initial principles programmed into Crescent's chip forbidding kissing, declarations of love, or taking the initiative.
They weren't programmed because Estelle didn't think they were necessary; even if they had been, she would have overridden them eventually—she just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
Crescent held her from behind, and she turned her head to kiss him.
Their lips and tongues entwined warmly, her breathing became disordered, and Crescent's hands were restless, caressing her chest before slowly moving downward.
"I don't feel pain now." he said. "Shall we make love?"
She had just taken a shower, but she had already got exciting and her muffin got wet from giving him a hand squirt, watching him react, and listening to him moan.
Crescent's fingertip slipped into her leg crevice, and Estelle instinctively clamped his hand. The soaked underwear was evidence of her arousal, and Crescent's finger paused, his confidence boosted: "You want to do it, right?"
"Yes." Estelle admitted, raising her hand to touch his face. "Go to the bed and suck me."
Crescent immediately followed her instructions, carrying her into the bedroom and putting her on the bed. Then he knelt in front of her, burying his face in her thighs.
However, the first time was always lacking in experience, and he was not familiar with her sensitivity. Crescent opened his mouth to suck her clits, and Estelle's waist suddenly softened, and she called out in an instant: "Ah, you're too rough..."
She hadn't done it for too long, from last year to now, it was almost a year.
Her sensitivity was one thing, but the robot's brashness was another. Estelle trembled with pleasure, remembering how Soren had described him as having "a lot of brute strength." She found it amusing, and in that moment of distraction, she felt a sudden surge of tingling in her legs. Estelle was startled, almost reaching her peak.
Has his technique improved? It wasn't even half a minute, and she was nearly overwhelmed.
But clearly, the second phase of development only repaired the behavioral program without altering the reproductive program. Estelle gripped Crescent's hair. Having gone without stimulation for so long, she was now overwhelmed by desire. She lifted herself up to look down; Crescent had buried his face between her thighs. With his high nose and downcast eyes, handsome men always seemed to have the ability to stoke desire. Not looking was one thing, but once she did, she couldn't bear it.
Her pearl was swollen and hard from being sucked, so delicate that it could no longer bear any more.
Estelle let out loud moans as his high-frequency sucking caused her arched foot to tighten and her senses to surge: "Mm... ah..."
She had reached her peak.
Estelle curled up her body to bear the pleasure, while Crescent straightened up. Once she had finished her aftershock, he reopened her legs and inserted his penis into her vagina.
"How... Who let you in?" Estelle was too weak to hit him, feeling her vagina stretched to death. He was too big for her to adapt to.
Crescent said, "I still have some things to investigate."
Was he talking about the investigation procedure? Estelle suddenly remembered, shivering.
"Forget about it. I'll tell you directly," she said. "My breasts are very sensitive. You can lick..."
She didn't finish her sentence, and Crescent had already started touching her nipples. His fingers played with her nipples, sucked and bit them, and licked and flicked with his tongue rapidly. He raised his eyes, casting a searching gaze at her: "Like this?"
"Yes...," Estelle panted, clenching her legs tightly and lifting her hand to wrap around his neck, "Don't lick anymore. I want..."
Her body was getting more and more excited, and simply stimulating her cherries could no longer satisfy her. Her vagina was stretched and filled, and after adapting to it, she longed for more friction. Estelle twisted her body, and Crescent immediately understood. He thrust in and out of her vagina repeatedly, rubbing his tip against her G-spot, and as Estelle moaned, her sexual pleasure also flowed up her spine.
"Your vagina is so hot," Crescent held her hand and breathed heavily, "so soft but clench me tightly, it feels like it's sucking me. Estelle, I feel so good. I want to cum..."
Enough.
Estelle covered his mouth, taking away his right to speak. For some reason, the objective statement, which was not particularly lewd, made her flush and her heart itch. Hot fluid flowed uncontrollably from her legs, soaking the bed sheets.
The sticky water sound of their union echoed.
As he plunged deeper and deeper, Estelle swayed, held by him and squeezed, it had been too long since she had such a satisfying and thorough sexual encounter. She was so comfortable that she wanted to cry, her eyes gradually becoming moist. Crescent saw this and hesitated, slowing down his insertion: "Did I hurt you?"
"No...," Estelle bit her lip, "I'm not in pain, I'm very comfortable."
Crescent observed her for a while, as if he understood something, then resumed his vigorous thrusting.
Pleasure ruled everything, and Estelle was on the verge of climax, her body instinctively trembling and shaking. After several frictions, she couldn't help crying out in ecstasy, but Crescent wasn't much better. He had already been so aroused that he was in the limitation, but she hadn't reached the peak yet, so he was always forced to remain locked by the system.
He had no choice but to continue thrusting despite the intense pleasure. The climax surged repeatedly within her, like a vicious cycle, until Estelle cried out in climax, her flesh walls sucking his penis fiercely. Crescent moaned and trembled as he forcefully squirted into her vagina.
The air and breath were scorching hot, and for a long time, Crescent just stared at her silently.
He felt her vagina clench and spasm, then gradually returned to a calm and soft state. The slippery taste was indescribable, and he had just witnessed her ecstatic and insane appearance. Crescent gazed at Estelle's flushed face, unable to speak before she raised her hand and pulled his body down forcefully.
Crescent lay on top of her, his heart pounding chaotically against her ribs.
Estelle wrapped her arms around his neck, saying nothing, simply holding him tightly.
"It's good to make love with you." After a long while, she murmured softly, "Crescent, I miss you so much."
