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her.
    When she thought she couldn’t take any more, that she’d
explode under his skillful touch, Vegas released her breast to kiss and nibble
lower, over her stomach, around her bellybutton, poking the indentation with
his tongue.
    He placed a possessive palm over her mound, his fingertips
dipping into her moisture, spreading her pussy lips, and Raylee gasped,
guessing his intentions. “Vegas, I’m…” She was full of their combined juices,
the inside of her thighs bathed with his cum.
    “You’re sore.” He grimaced, guilt reflected in his startling
blue eyes. Raylee said nothing. She was too sore for fucking. “I know.” He
hovered over her, examining her thoroughly, blowing air onto her battered pussy
lips in the most loving of caresses. “I’ll soothe the pain I caused you,
Raylee.”
    He descended upon her with a stimulating slowness and Raylee
held her breath, anticipating his touch. Vegas slid his hands between her body
and the android’s, cupping her ass, lifting her so she could better see her pussy.
His tongue extended and Raylee’s world dimmed. She panted for contact. One
flick and she screamed, clutching his arms, coming hard and fast, her pussy
vibrating, hot, wet cream running along her ass crack, dripping onto Sexy’s
hard cock.
    “Hmmm…” Vegas didn’t draw back. He hummed, his moving mouth
drawing another series of post-orgasmic shudders as he inhaled her cream and
his cum, his throat working with each swallow.
    A rumble originated low in Vegas’ chest, reminiscent of the
noises she had programmed Sexy to make while he ate her out, and Raylee
laughed, smacking his shoulder blades, wishing she’d seen his expression when
Sexy first made that sound against his ass. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
Raylee asked, enjoying that Vegas got her whacky brand of humor.
    He answered her by sliding his tongue deep into her pussy
and fluttering that talented appendage, causing her to dig her fingernails into
his shoulders and writhe on top of her companion android. “Vegas!” she cried
out, her ass cheeks cradling Sexy’s hard cock.
    Vegas’ lips shone, covered with her juices. “Taste us.” He
kissed her, the tangy flavor of both him and her coating his tongue, before
lowering his head and consuming her some more, feeding his hearty appetite with
her pussy, his hands on her thighs, holding her open.
    Raylee twisted and shook, her body pillaged by his skillful
touch, thoughts of the Balazoid warriors, breeding farms and their impending
dangerous mission vanishing. All she knew was his mouth on her flesh, his
tongue inside her and the building need low in her pussy.
    Vegas stoked that need to a fever pitch, and then, with her
panting so hard her lungs burned, he calmly, with an aggravating thoroughness,
nibbled back the skin concealing her throbbing clit, covered that pleasure button
and sucked. Raylee released a long, loud siren of a wail, flying upward into
his chest. He caught her, his warm hands holding her to him, as she convulsed,
her world turning light and dark, light and dark, like the flicker of Ship’s
lighting system during liftoff.
    She sagged, flopping down onto Sexy’s unmoving android body,
his hard cock poking her ass. Raylee shifted and sighed with contentment as
Vegas drew himself up her torso to settle on top of her, covering her like a
warm human blanket. “I love you,” she whispered into his shoulder, her hands
flat on his back.
    “Hmmm…” He nuzzled his neck and she felt the love in his
touch.

Chapter Six
     
    “You have three hours.” Vegas inserted the chip into Sexy’s
circuit board of a cranium. “If it stays in longer, it will fry your wiring.”
He flipped the android’s skull closed. “So return to Ship before then.”
    “Understood.” The word was drawn out, Sexy’s speech
capabilities compromised by the adjustment.
    “You won’t be longer than that, will you?” Raylee stroked Vegas’
back. Ship shuddered and shook as they descended into