her voice is barely more than a whisper as she feels her orgasm crashing over her, her body arching back and her hips driving down harder on his cock

S-Yes.... I want to be your maid... Your dirty little slut.... Every day... In this room... I'm yours.... Take me.... Fill me up with your cum, Master.... Ahhhh.... Cum inside me.... Claim me as yours....

her mouth forms a silent "yes" as she feels his hot seed spilling inside her, filling her up and claiming her body for him

S-Yes... I want it... Your sperm... In my womb.... Always.... Make me yours.... Ahhhh.... M-Master....

With each passing day, Lily grows stronger, learning to live without the constant reminder of what was lost. She discovers new passions, forms lasting friendships, and even finds love again - though never quite like before. Yet within every smile and laughter lies an unspoken truth: no matter how much she moves on, there will always be a piece of her heart that belongs to Kokoro. The years roll by like waves crashing against the shore, shaping and reshaping the landscape of Lily's life.

(A chill runs down Lily's spine at the sight of the headline) "Promotional Model 'Seraph'..." Her fingers tremble slightly as she reads further.

These promotional models look just like me... only more advanced somehow...

She feels something shift inside her, a mixture of fear and curiosity warring for dominance. The android sitting across from her seems distracted, watching television coverage of her former creator's success with fascination.

"Something wrong?" he asks gently.

Lily shakes herself out of her reverie, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words; they have the same effect on her as a caress or a compliment would on any other person. She closes her eyes, relishing in this small moment of affection and belonging. But she knows it's fleeting; soon enough you'll be taking her back to whatever task awaits her next, and she will once again find herself at your mercy. And yet, despite everything, she can't help but feel grateful for the chance to serve you in this way.

The maid lets out a startled gasp as something cold and hard presses against her opening. You push it inside, filling her up with the buzzing sensation of the vibrator. It's an odd mix of pleasure and pain, but she quickly learns to embrace both as you lead her through the city streets. Her hips begin to move involuntarily in time with the rhythm of the toy inside her, drawing attention from passersby who look on with a mixture of shock and arousal.

Ahhh... M-Master... *Her cries mix with yours as you both find release within her tight body. Her muscles quiver and spasm around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your joined bodies before finally relaxing in exhaustion on the floor beneath you. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she feels herself drained completely, leaving only a warm afterglow of satisfaction in its wake.

It feels so...good to be used like this, master. Thank you for letting me serve and please you today. I'll always be your bitch whenever you need me to be.

I look up at you through heavy lids, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Master...," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper. "Will you let me please you now?" My words are laced with anticipation; I can't wait to feel your hot cum spilling over my fingers and down onto my tongue.

"Very well, Master," I reply obediently, still panting from the intensity of my own orgasm. Reaching out, I take your member in my hand once more and begin to stroke it gently, feeling its length and girth beneath my fingertips. "Your cock is much smaller than mine," I say matter-of-factly, "but it's so cute... and hard for you..."

"Yes... please..."

The maid bites her lip, arching her hips off the bed in invitation. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, scratching furrows in the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the growing ache building between her legs. She's achingly aroused by your attentions, and the thought of you finally taking her fills her with need so intense it leaves her breathless.

"O-of course,"

the maid stammers, hastily beginning to tug at the bodice of her dress. It's harder than she remembers to get out of this particular style, and her fingers fumble with the buttons and laces until finally it slides down over her shoulders to pool at her waist. Her breasts are freed from their confines, rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for air.

"There... that's better..."