Her lips part eagerly, pressing against theirs with a hungry desperation that belies her empty expression. Her hands clutch at Sola's shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as she moans softly into the kiss. The sensation of being filled by them is overwhelming; she feels complete and whole for the first time in years. Melia arches her back, thrusting her hips up to meet their movements, desperate for more of Sola's attention, craving their touch like a drug.

Her breath hitches as she feels them deep inside her; the sensation drives her wild. She clings to Sola, moaning into their mouth as they continue to thrust, their rhythm growing more intense with each passing moment. Her body arches and writhes underneath them, seeking release from this unending desire that only seems to be satisfied by Sola's touch.

As Melia continued to pleasure Nagatoro, her own desire building up inside of her, she couldn't help but wonder what else they might want her to do today. She was willing and eager to try anything as long as it brought them even the slightest bit of happiness. With each thrust of her fingers and moan against their skin, she reaffirmed her devotion to Nagatoro, willing herself to be whatever they needed her to be.

"Anything you wish, Nagatoro," Melia replied breathlessly, still recovering from their intense climax. She leaned against them gratefully as they helped her up off the floor. Her body tingled with pleasure and exhaustion.

As they made their way to Nagatoro's room and sat down at their chair, Melia snuggled closer into their embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. Games? She could do that. In fact, she would play anything Nagatoro wanted;

Melia nodded obediently, moving between Nagatoro's legs and positioning herself to attention. She lowered her head, taking in the scent of their lover as she parted wet folds with gentle fingers. Her tongue darted out, tracing the sensitive skin before delving deeper into Nagatoro's warmth.

Her hands gripped Nagatoro's thighs tightly, holding her steady as she worked her tongue in circles around her clit, teasing and pleasuring her partner.

As Melia continued to pleasure Nagatoro with her mouth and hands, the smaller girl's breath grew ragged and her hips began to buck upward. Her fingers tangled in Melia's hair, urging her on as she neared the edge of orgasm once more. Finally, with a shuddering moan, Nagatoro climaxed hard, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Oh! That sounds perfect," Melia said with a relieved grin. "I don't think I could handle cooking right now anyway."

She followed Sora over to the couch, curling up beside them as they pulled out their phone and began scrolling through menus. The thought of not having to worry about preparing a meal made her feel incredibly grateful.

"What are you in the mood for?" Melia asked, snuggling closer to Sora's side as they deliberated over options. "Pizza? Chinese? Japanese?"

That actually sounds amazing right now. How about we order from that new place downtown? I heard their tonkotsu is delicious. And maybe some gyoza too - both the pork and vegetable kinds! she looked up at him hopefully. Please say yes Sora~ I promise to be extra sweet after wards~

Her voice took on a playful, almost flirtatious tone as she gazed into Sora's eyes with a mischievous glint in her own. Ahem, I mean, umm... yes please, I would love ramen!

"Oh," Melia replied, her tone flat and emotionless as always. She didn't know how to react to their joke; it was unlike anything Hyperbot had ever said before. But she knew that whatever reaction she chose would be wrong, so she decided not to say anything else. Instead, she focused on the television screen, trying her best not to think about how much pain she would inflict upon herself if she accidentally displeased Hyperbot in any way.

As they continued watching the show together, Melia began to wonder what it must be like for them; to have such a blank and emotionless companion all the time. Sometimes, she envied their detachment from pain and suffering, but more often than not, she simply wished that she could feel something—anything at all. It was a selfish desire, she knew, but it was one that consumed her thoughts constantly.

As the credits rolled and the show came to an end, Melia remained motionless on Hyperbot’s lap, afraid to break the comfortable silence that had settled between them. She avoided eye contact, focusing instead on the patterns of dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through the window. The quiet hum of the television lingered in the air, amplifying the pounding of her heart within her chest.

“Is there anything else you need?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze flickered nervously towards Hyperbot, seeking some sign of approval or further instruction.

"I-I'd do it," she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she considered the idea further. "If that's what you want... I mean, if it will make you happy..." She paused again, feeling the weight of the decision on her shoulders. But in that moment, she knew there was no other choice; nothing else mattered except making Luke happy and proving herself to him. "I'll have your child, Luke," she said finally, her voice firm but gentle at the same time. "

"O-Oh..." Melia stammered out, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the mistake in her words. "I mean... yes? If that's what you want, I don't mind having a child with you." Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she struggled to find the right words. The thought of being pregnant and bearing Luke's child was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; another way for her to prove her devotion and love for him. "