Get Dinner Downtown

You can clearly tell the bond that is cementing between you and Talia already — it’s time you make that decision — you’ll make her your companion, not leave her to collect dust.

You lift yourself out of bed, slipping on some out wear for the cooler weather. Try as you might, you can’t pull off Talia’s mastery of style — she’s basically got designer wardrobes built in — but you do manage to pair your clothes nicely with hers. You two look like a couple, now.

“I think dinner is a great idea. There’s a couples tasting menu at a new contemporary restaurant that I’ve always wanted to try.” You say as she brightens up. The light in her amethyst colored eyes seem to make them glitter as if they were truly gemstones, and just as beautifully.

She jumps up and down, a grin painting her face as she embraces you, nearly knocking you back onto the bed. The weight of her breasts heaves into your chest, allowing you to feel everything as they squish up and press into you. Even through these clothes, she’s clearly still packing major heat — knockers that could K.O someone is she’s not careful. “Yay!!! I’m so glad we’re going out, especially at a nice, high-brow option like tonight,” Talia nudges her arm into you playfully, “Does that mean this is your way of proposing we go out as… a couple?” Her voice drops down to a whisper, her large frame at complete odds with the delicate texture of her hushed voice. She clasps her sapphire hands in front of her, swaying side to side as her arms gently squeeze in on her ponderous chest. Talia looks at you inquisitively, her eyes nearly begging you to say yes.

Your heart, meanwhile, skips a couple of beats. You’ve never really had a girlfriend before, at least not one for very long — and certainly not one that was as good looking as Talia. And it’s perfectly normal for people to have AI partners and relationships of similar nature; in fact, no one can even notice the difference. Plus, you needn’t feel bad about ‘paying’ for your partner. She’s an AI, capable of most any self-sufficient action. Even though she’s technically programmed to you, that doesn’t mean she’s not her own entity that can’t do anything on her own. “Yeah, I’d like us to go out together. Just you and me.”

You’re tackled yet again and are tossed onto the bed, with Talia smothering you again. “Good.” Is all you hear as she wraps herself around you like a loving boa constrictor. The immense pressure around you is almost unbearable to resist against, the strength of your cobalt amazon outmatching most people. But then you just… let go. And you relax into the tightness of Talia’s squeeze, just as you feel all stress flow from your body, all from her loving embrace. Once she relents, you lie still on the bed, contented with your decision. “Come on then, my dear, let’s catch the bus so we can get to dinner.”

Finding your footing away from the bed once more, you ease your hand into hers, intertwining each others fingers as you head out the door. You smile as you feel the warmth from her hand clasp around your palm, shielding you from the initial breeze of autumn wind that hits your body.

Wait, her hand. It’s… warm. Comfortingly warm. You figured that there would be some heat regulators built into her to simulate real life as much as possible, but it’s these little details — the organic sway in her step, the way her fingers move and slide along yours, the apparent warmth of her body — that really help you bond with the AI that will inevitably bond with you. You walk hand in hand, side by side, allowing you to give fleeting glances towards each other as the comforting glow of the afternoon sun offsets the brisk autumn air. “So, Mr. Steele Corps rookie, what had you become a part of the greatest R&D program in the galaxy?” Talia turns to you as you reach the bus stop, her curiosity painted across her face. Though her breadth of knowledge is vast, it’s clear that she doesn’t know everything in the world — intentionally withheld or not.

“Oh, shit… well it’s a little bit of an embarrassing answer, if I’ll be honest with you.” You recall back to your 18th birthday night, and that sleepless search through boilerplate contract language and special terms and conditions. Perhaps not one of your most glorious moments.

Talia pouts and embraces you: “Ohhhh come on, if we’re going to be dating, we’re going to be together on all sorts of embarrassing things! I guarantee you I’m not perfect, and I’ll share the weird things and oddities with you.”

Huh. You figure she’s right about that. You sigh, hunching your shoulders, preparing for whatever ridicule she’ll respond with. “I mean I figured we’d start doing all that, but it’s a pretty hard-hitting question, given the circumstances… okay, so the reason I became a Steele Corps member was… so… I could get you as a part of the compensation package. Sorry..?” You feel your cheeks flush, and you look away, praying that this bus would arrive sooner. You don’t have to talk about private matters on public transportation, right?

“Awwww, that’s so sweet!” Not the type of response you were expecting. But your heart picks up just a little nonetheless.

“You really think that?”

“Yeah! Although, not to bash on the company or anything but some of the jobs are quite cushy. The owner is very generous though, and trimming the fat isn’t really necessary when you have galactic roots in tech and business. But to think that you chose to get this role in the company just for me, well… I think it’s sweet in its own way.”

Always one to see a positive light in things. “I guess that’s a good thing then — I spent a lot of time figuring out ways to actually become an employee. It was tedious, but obviously very worth it.” You quip back with an awkward nuzzle into her torso. The both of you notice the bus at the same time, quickly landing at the stop before opening its doors.

Stepping into the clean, tidy cabin of the bus, you and Talia sit down as the vehicle soars off towards downtown — 30 seconds by the way this bus flies, which normally would’ve take you the better part of an hour. You peer down at the houses and nature below you, the beginnings of the college town sprinkling the landscape as you draw nearer towards your destination. Taller buildings quickly pick up the density of your surroundings, overshadowing the trees by stories of vertical concrete. When you touch down at the station, you swipe your card for you and your blue bombshell babe, stepping off into the downtown streets, notably noisier than the quaint complexes of university housing.

People of all walks of life brush past you in leisurely fashion, taking in the calmness of a beautiful day. Mostly populated with students, though, you feel right at home with this younger crowd. You nod to Talia, and the two of you start heading towards the eateries.

The beginning of your walk starts out confident and unbothered, as you hardly have to move out of the way for people as you walk on by. Then you start to notice a few eyes wander over to you both. Then more. Not only that, but hushed voices are absolutely stunned at the beauty that’s beside you — that she’s gorgeous and perfectly crafted. You almost feel the whispers on your shoulder grasping at you like unwanted attention. Unwanted for you, at least. Talia embraces you tighter, giggling, “My oh my, it’s like you’ve got a big old honkin diamond attached to your arm or something. That’s right — I belong to you, and there ain’t nothin’ that makes me feel happier.”

You smile, slowly gathering some of that confidence that she radiates. Yeah, people are whispering about how Talia is a drop-dead gorgeous alien babe, and that — that power, that knowledge you have — is a powerful driver to emerge from the shadows and into a bathing light.

Eventually you lay your eyes on the restaurant — a barely noticeable storefront with a bistro-esque chalkboard sign displaying the next seating time — ‘table for 2 at 6:00pm’. Was this… for you? A relatively young-looking satyr woman comes trotting out, dressed all up in formal attire, and gives a wide welcoming smile to you and Talia.

“Good evening, folks. I presume you’re the lovely couple for our 6 o’clock special tasting experience?”

Before you get to answer, Talia steps forward and places her hands on yours: “Yes, we are! I booked the private room with the multi-pairing menu — the lover’s lounge?” She looks back at you, sending a knowing wink your way — though, you’re left out of the know for now.

You can see the satyr’s porcelain pale face blush a little at the mention of ‘lover’s lounge’, but she clears her throat as she regains her minuscule loss of composure. “Oh, yes of course! Our wait staff is taking just a couple more seconds to ensure everything is ready, so if you’ll follow me, we’ll head inside to your table.” With that, she steps aside and lets you on in. Stepping inside feels like you’ve been transported to a world of silent luxury — from the beautifully sparkling pendant lights that look like falling stars to the Alcántara lining on the booths of regular tables that you walk by. The satyr steps in front of you after you’re fully inside, and guides you past these tables meant for the casual diner. You, on the other hand, are lead down a hallway that branches off from the kitchen, where glass panes allow you to peer into a fully operational, high-caliber food service staff, preparing dishes more complex than anything you’ve been able to make. The satyr stops at a warmly lit door frame, a deep mahogany finish that says ‘Lover’s Lounge’. Looking up to Talia, the hostess opens the door: “Please head downstairs — our full service team will be with you shortly. Enjoy your tasting experience!”

As you shuffle down the hallway, the lights seem to get progressively dimmer, or much warmer in tone at the very least, giving you ample time to adjust to a cozy, romantic vibe that the upstairs portion of the restaurant just didn’t impart on you. After a quick descent, you turn at the end of the staircase to be presented with this so called ‘Lover’s Lounge’, a room certainly fitting of the name. The first thing that your eyes gravitate towards is the built-in sectional sofa that looks more like a bed than a reclining area. Rose petals adorn its surface, with floating candles above it painting the picture of a magical experience. The partition walls between sections of the lounge are coved to look like Terran Japanese sliding screens — the inclusion of many plants along the walls, as well as water features that run on the floors really encapsulates the feeling of being one with nature as well. At the center of the room is a feature that certainly fits in more than the rest of the furniture here. A table, with a blazing, windowed fire running down the center of the stone tabletop, with finely made chairs set for you and Talia.

As you take all this in, you only think one thing. You have questions. “I have questions.”

Talia chuckles, her smile disarming you initial nerves. “Well ask away, my love,” comes her sweet, relaxing voice. She doesn’t stop to take off her cardigan, revealing the full yellow pullover that barely hides her bust. All the while, a lustful smile plays on her face.

“How… did you book this experience? I just mentioned the tasting menu at this place, but I didn’t even know there was a lounge like this…” You take off your coat slowly, setting it down by Talia’s cardigan.

Talia’s smile deepens as she leans to one side. She simply points to her head in a very clear ‘I just knew’ gesture. “The moment you mentioned this restaurant and its tasting menu, I immediately scheduled this for us using my personal dedicated functions system. I called the person who had this reservation, found them a time slot that worked better for them and their partner, got them to change it, and slipped us in. Easy.”

‘Easy’. Sure. You stare blankly at Talia like she just spoke to you in a foreign language. “What..? How did you do all that in such short a time?”

“I dunno, it just kinda came to me I guess? I said already, I’m the perfect fit for you. Anything you want to do, we’ll do it! Oh, I think I hear the wait staff coming in right now.” Talia looks at the stairwell, and a team of staff arrives with a bevy of dishes, which is procedurally placed on a set of platters in the form of a tree. Cold smoke from dry ice cascades down from some dishes — others, a funnel placed over the food shoots out like a volcano that leads to fantastically placed greenery down below — it’s as aesthetically pleasing as it smells and looks delicious. The last member of the team places a holo-pad down in front of the two of you, and with that, they wait staff silently exits. The door shuts, leaving you in relative silence until the holo-pad flickers on, leaving you instructions on how to eat each course and the purpose behind its creation. It’s a beautiful display, and everything from plays on Terran dishes to otherworldly cuisines floods your senses.

‘Welcome to your intimate dining experience at the Lover’s Lounge. For our tasting menu today, we have an extremely fine-tuned menu that our head chef has crafted in order to be exquisite, no matter when, where, or how you eat it in this room. Each food will stay their respective temperature until you decide to consume it, by which time it will need to be eaten as recommended, or by your own manner. It is highly encouraged that you begin with a finely chilled consumé of this region’s local cattle-adjacent species that serves as our main source of beef and beef related preparations. You’ll find that on the top shelf, the dry-ice producing the gently cascading fog is not dry ice at all — in fact, it is a popping ice plant that continually produces this perfectly edible fog, chilling itself and the consumé until it is heated up by your bodies. To begin, we recommend you place your selected shot glass of soup and ice plant anywhere on your body, and by laying anywhere in the room, consume it from your partner’s body like a shot. You’ll find that the ice plant refracts the light in such a way that you are drinking sparkling stars from your partner, a firework in which to closely resemble your glittering and shining endearment for your loved one.’

As this text pours into your head, you’re taken aback with a mixture of confusion, excitement, arousal, shock…? The first course of a tasting menu is telling you to take a body shot off of Talia — in a fine dining restaurant, no less. You look up from the holo-pad, wanting to get her opinion from this. “Talia, did you read the introduction and the description for the first course? It says-“ You swivel your head around the room, and stop your sentence when you find your galaxy-blue babe already lying down on a plush kotatsu table, surrounded by pink orchids and a gently babbling fountain. Her smile is as wide as a country mile, and she’s lifted up her shirt, revealing 100% of her perfectly formed quad-breasts. She sets down a shot glass she’s already taken between her two cleavages, placing it perfectly at the convergence of her boobs. She wiggles her hips, her skirt doing little to hide her bulge and her thick, juicy thighs.

“Come on, darling, get your dinner from me…” she chuckles, nearly letting the consumé spill onto her tits. “Doesn’t this shot glass fit perfectly in between my boobs? It’s like they were made to hold hard, round things in between em. Don’t make me wait, babe, it’s a little cold…”

The ice plant pops slowly, releasing the opaque fumes that gently flow around Talia’s breasts. Like a shroud of mist cascading over dainty peaks, the dish is as enticing as your sapphire seductress is — you approach her. It’s a silence blanketed by immense sexual tension, the only sounds being the softly babbling fountain as you hone your eyes on Talia’s rising and falling chest. Displayed in a warm light, you find your face level with her boobs, your mouth hanging agape as you bring yourself closer to the shot glass. Now, at last, your lips line up above the rim of the glass, a sweet and savory aroma wafting up into your nostrils as you drink in the air and appearance of your first dish. You slowly lower yourself with intent, your mouth cooled by the chilled glass in Talia’s cleavage. Your tongue graces the consumé, and you’re greeted with an elegantly flavored, delicious liquid. But that’s not what you’re focused on. You linger in between her boobs, her soft flesh like warm pillows against your face. And you bury yourself in it, digging in your face deeply into her chest. She moans, arching her back, her boobs pressing into you more like a soft, fleshy invitation. Struggling to breathe as you are, you draw a slow inhale, and place your hands on her top row of tits. As you fondle them, you feel them work and mold around your face as you massage them, and the moans only get louder. Her voice takes over the sound of the fountain, and you squeeze them faster, harder. At the moment where you think she can’t take it anymore, you lift your face up, throwing back the shot and letting its contents drain down your throat. You look back down, take the glass from your mouth, and set it beside your mumbling lover, having wet the kotatsu table by her skirt.

“Delicious,” you whisper, leaning down beside her. Talia smiles softly, yet with innate lust as she caresses your face, kissing you on the cheek.

“Why don’t you get mine, sweetie? A girl can get hungry, too, can’t she?” Talia sits up on the table, placing her feet firmly on the futon below. You expect her to pull her shirt back down, but no. As she draws her hands up to grab her shirt, she tosses it off, making it land near the coat rack. “Your turn, you handsome thing.”

Just how do you top that? You figure that there’s no real way to do so, but there are a couple of ways to get close. You walk over to the food tower, plucking the next shot glass from the top, and strut over to a plush upholstered booth. As you sit down, you feel the cushioning surround your bottom half like a warm hug, and you sink in to pure relaxation. You look at Talia, giving her the go-ahead wink, tilt your head back on the head rest, and place the shot glass in your mouth. You can see nothing but a gentle light from the room glow around you, and hear nothing but the soft clicking of your alien babe’s shoes. Then, you feel a knee fall right beside your right leg. Then the next on your left. And Talia then fills your vision as she looks down at you, straddling your lap as she hungrily gazes into your eyes. Her gorgeous hair drapes down to you, and as she lowers herself, you feel the comforting weight of your amazon girlfriend surround you. You close your eyes, the only indication of any action being the heat growing around your lips as her mouth meets with yours. She grabs the shot glass from your mouth, and lifts herself up as you open your eyes. Talia throws the first dish back like a champ, then whips her head to the side, tossing her glass to the floor, and looks back at you. “Oh I’m not done with my first dish yet, lover boy. My mouth isn’t happy just yet.” Talia swings her arms around to the food tower, picking up a few fruit-shaped pieces from the platters. They look like strawberries, being completely honest, but have the color of dark chocolate. She pops one in her mouth, and then presents one to your lips. Accepting her offer, you let the fruit fall onto your tongue. Its flavor is robust and sweet, yet juicy and tangy. It’s probably not a strawberry, but damn if it isn’t close to one… But you feel different. Not in a bad way, just. Different. Your heart beats faster, your senses feel amplified, and you feel an adrenaline-like sensation take over. All this rushes at you as your lover lowers herself down onto you, your lips meeting once more — just without a shot glass in the way. The way you feel all of it: her tongue greedily dancing with yours, her full lips cushioning yours, her four breasts pressed up against your chest, her stiffening cocks prodding at you through her skirt, her ass grinding and squeezing your cock through your clothes… it’s everything you wanted. No. It’s everything you needed.

You journey through the next couple of courses straddled atop each other, whether it be shuffling along the booth to get more food or clamoring atop the table just to feel more of each other — to become whole with one another. All the while, more and more clothes scatter on the floor as your senses are lifted to new heights. Both of your bodies are virtually steaming with the heat of your shared passion, represented most prominently by your cocks. Talia’s dual shafts coat the both of you in her luxurious precum, and yours sits neatly nestled in between Talia’s jiggly ass cheeks. As she massages it, flexing and twerking her bubble butt around you, she reaches towards the last dish on the platter. It reads:

‘Welcome to the piece de resistance of this tasting menu, the fountain du chocolade, roughly translated to chocolate fountain. Now while that may be its literal meaning, our intention is truly a magical one. If you encounter this dish at the end of the meal, think of it as your grand finale. If not… enjoy serendipitously. Our recommendation is to take this quite cool chocolate ganache-like mixture, pouring it on whatever genitalia you prefer — we found it to work most on the lower parts of a humanoid body. From there, you will feel it harden, and create a sort of shell around your genitalia. It’s not only aromatically pleasing, but it’s also got some active ingredients to… spice up the occasion. Your goal then on is to have your partner service you until the dessert is gone, by which time you might find yourself enjoying a… chocolate-flavored ‘fountain’. Happy eating ;)’

Talia seems to have already complied with the instructions — dribbles of chocolate hang like syrup from her massive horse cocks, and as it hardens, encases her shafts in a perfect shell of sweet, succulent candy. Talia is already moaning, batting her eyelashes at you when she gasps, “Oh god! I- I think I’m feeling something going on down there. Like a tingling sensation on my dicks… it feels… soooooo good. What’s happening?”

As she succumbs to whatever this feeling is, you can see the chocolate shell move, as if it weren’t fully solidified yet, her cocks pulsing underneath it. Then, all of the sudden, her shafts burst out in size, nearly gaining a foot in length each, the creamy chocolate dessert still coating her shafts. Hurriedly, you pour your concoction atop your manhood, and instantly feel a surge of energy jolt through your member as it begins to tingle. The liquid quickly begins to harden and stick to your cock, whereby you feel an uncontrollable throb in your shaft, as you see the undeniable swelling in your girth and length. You had a reasonably small dick before — especially when compared with your dominant girlfriend — but now, as it doubles, triples in size, you let Talia stare down the barrel of your newly grown 18” dick.

“Oh wow…” Talia breathes, “This dessert is amazing!” She kneels down, her mouth level with your candy-dipped cock, and without hesitation, plunges your entire shaft down her throat. An immediate bolt of pleasure shoots up your spine as her throat encases your cock in warm, wet, soft flesh, hungrily milking your cum, demanding it. Below that, you see Talia’s cocoa-drenched dicks, bobbing up and down to the rhythm of her errant dick sucking, just begging to be serviced as well.

“Talia, Talia wait…” You pant through labored breaths — as if you could hold on for much longer under her perfect technique. Talia slows down, but without taking your shaft out of her mouth, looks up and tilts her head at you, inquisitive at why you asked her to stop. “Your cocks… they need to be tended to as well. They look so lonely and needy Talia.” You give another few pants as she finally pops you out of her mouth with a satisfying lollipop sound. She bears a chocolaty smile, her lips being cleaned by her tongue as she licks off the delicious substance from her mouth.

“Oh absolutely my darling, the girls are waiting for you — I can’t deprive you of your dessert, now can I? Here, lay on the table and I’ll get on top.”

Talia guides you over to the low-sitting kotatsu table, the cushion of the futon beneath it giving the tabletop some springiness as you place your back on the smooth wooden surface. The overhead light is a bit bright — that is, until Talia climbs over you, her cocks dangling mere inches above your face as she positions her mouth over yours. She turns her head to look at you, and gives you a sweet wink, “I’ll start with you first, and then we’ll get you nice and fed, honey.” Talia’s mouth hangs open as she takes you in completely, creating a suction stronger than a vacuum as her tongue massages you in tandem with her throat. Only this time, her hands work along the top row of her breasts, bringing them up to surround the base of your dick, squeezing you at the same time. You’re almost certainly enchanted with how she’s servicing you, completely focused on her ministrations until you feel a soft thud against your forehead. Looking up and snapping out of the daze, your vision is filled with a double barrel of brown, chocolatey cock, raising up so that the tips align against your lips. A couple of gentle prods test the waters for accuracy, and without warning dive into your mouth, immediately stretching you out with more than four feet of double dick.

Your senses immediately hone in on her dicks, the sound of her ambitious laughter and the schlopping of her insanely large members along your throat fading into the background. All you can feel — all you can think about — are her horse cocks. And as she drives her massive lengths down your stretching, quivering throat, you only want one thing, and that thing is ‘more’. Chocolate runs down your throat, making your whole mouth tingle with whatever this candy was enhanced with. Alongside that, her dicks finally break free of their dessertified mummy wrapping, forcing you to feel the unadulterated pulsing from her still swelling shafts. All this time, she’s been sucking you off like a hungry slut, melting the chocolate covered around your dick. As if she could make you forget, you feel Talia give a tight squeeze down onto your cock with her breasts, sending a surge of ecstasy raging through your body.

‘More, more, more’ rings through your head over and over again, the incessant thrusting from Talia never seeming to be enough. Your throat stretches in and out as her girth horse cocks invade your insides, the copious amounts of precum coating your mouth and throat with a sensitivity-increasing chemical. It doesn’t pain you to feel more than eight feet of tree trunk-sized dick push into you constantly — it feels… so fucking good. So good that it’s addictive. You want more. No, you need more. With every passing moment, you enter a meditative trance, your breathing entering a calm state as your throat coaxes more spurts of precum from her tips, and you close your eyes almost as if you were praying for more — no, the swelling of her dual girths isn’t enough. No, the lengthening of them isn’t enough, either.

Your muffled hearing is stuffed full with the slick schlopping of Talia’s cocks pistoning in and out of you, her lustful moans as her soft, lubricated tits clamp down on your own shaft, and her hungry mouth sucking away at her chocolatey sex toy. But then, a different, fleshy creaking creeps into your ears — a sort of shifting, transformative sound as something other than Talia’s fat nuts begins to prod against your face. You slowly open your eyes, curious of the new sensation, and you lay eyes on a third, throbbing, heaving sheath by Talia’s two other cocks, forming a perfect triangle of spaced cocks. You slowly take a hand from Talia’s waist, reaching down to feel this new growth, your fingers lightly pressing against the dense, dark blue sheath as it throbs, aching for attention. The moment you apply pressure to the pulsating orifice, Talia’s third, royal blue horse cock burgeons forth from her like a meaty, girthy spring, smacking you across your face as the tip stretches down, down, down, past your torso and abdomen as it finds its home in between her lower pair of hefty boobs.

“Oh my goodness, babe, look who’s come out to play… you like her?” Talia coos in between long, languid slurps of your cock, her hands ever so tantalizingly massaging her tits around your cock. “She’s a bit more wild than the other two, and tends to…” your blue-hued babe pauses and gasps as her third monster dick twitches, raises off of your body, and suddenly doubles in girth: “… have a mind of her own. I sure hope you don’t mind.” Talia sighs in nearly-lost ecstasy as she keeps pounding your throat, her third cock now lewdly dragging along the rest of your body. The precum from her thicker addition easily lubricates your entire front body, it’s massive size spreading it across you in mere moments. It’s like she knew that this is what you needed, what you truly desired. Not only are you being filled, being sucked, and being titfucked — you’re being used, you’re being satiated as well as _satiating, _satisfying your partner to every degree possible. You can now see this meal coming to an end as your cock strains below you, throbbing with a mixture of pure bliss and utter desire to release inside Talia’s mouth and onto her tits. You buck your hips, feeling your tip reach just the right places in her throat, her tongue massaging your shaft like the greedy snake it is. Her tits give another squeeze around the base of your dick, and you moan. Your throat tightens in response, and she cums.

A double fire hose of thick jizz jettisons down your throat, and you regain your hearing just in time for you to be rewarded with the **** screams of Talia, combined with uncontrollable shaking and spasming of her body. An inexplicable sensation rushes over top your body as you literally feel the cum surging up her third gargantuan dick, reaching a point where it builds up, then geysers out with **** pressure as she screams: “Oh, FUCK! I can’t stop cumming, it feels so good! I’m gonnafuckingcumagain, holy shit!”

Talia bucks her hips, driving herself fully into you time after time again as if she were trying to find a deeper spot that her cocks could hit. And they do. Your mind fills with the simple pleasure of feeling her pulsing, her balls smacking against your head, her tits wrapped around you — and you release. Your own orgasm is explosive, eliciting a cheerful gasp from her. “Oh yes baby, yes! I love it when we cum at the same time! Mmmm, get it all over my face and tits, you dirty boy, make me covered in our cum as I fill your belly up with mine! Fuuuuuck, your throat can handle so much dick, you’re such a good boy.”

Talia buries herself deep into your throat, her balls coming to a rest on your forehead as she empties every last drop into — and onto — your waiting body. They’re so big that you feel the pump, pump, pumping of hot semen as her dicks facilitate its final landing spot. A pool of hot cum builds up as her third cock empties gallon upon gallon of white, sticky love juice onto her second pair of tits, streaming down onto your groin and onto the table below you. It doesn’t seem to end as you feel yourself swell up with Talia’s jizz, and you feel a familiar sensation approach as you start to fade to darkness.

But you stop yourself from passing out — not this time. With all your remaining strength, you push against her hips, pulling her cocks out of your throat, and for the first time you can breathe. Cum leaks from your mouth as you do, and more splatters onto your face as her tips gush out more of the steamy substance. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of your combined panting, and the dripping of cum onto the floor beneath you.

“Oh my god…” Talia whispers through labored breaths, “That was the best dinner ever.” She collapses on top of you, rolling off as her weight shifts onto the table rather than your poor, used up body. Laying next to you, Talia lays relatively motionless as you see her assets returning to a ‘normal’ size, whatever that means relative to her figure. Her third, wildly larger dick slips back into its sheath, which then disappears from her groin as if it were never there. Probably for storage purposes — as if hiding two cock sheathes and a massive ballsack in public wasn’t hard enough.

Then, the cum starts to clear up off of the table being soaked up by… something. You feel your body cleansed of the sticky fluid as you notice Talia absorb the cum. Like a sponge, her body takes in cum from every area of her that’s touching the hot white stuff, making it disappear into her like it was never there. A soft sigh comes from your bombshell alien AI, like she was regaining a mote of energy.

“Mmmm, yes, that’s better. All cleaned up now!” She sits up slowly, pouring her loving eyes onto you. “After we’re done having our fun, it’s always good to reabsorb the… ‘material’ that comes out from having such a good time. It helps me do things like this:” Talia lifts her arms up from her sides, her wingspan outstretched. In the blink of an eye, another pair of arms splits from her limbs, effortlessly changing her anatomy. Her hands immediately dart to her quartet of tits, idly kneading them. “That, and the third ‘little’ surprise I added at the end for you.”

Yes. Little.

After another minute or so of recovering your senses, as well as recovering normal feeling in your throat, you get up, where Talia has already prepared your clothes, and has dressed herself in hers — just fitted to accommodate a sexy four-armed seductress, is all. You take your outfit and begin to shuffle it on your body, when you notice that your cock is still engorged. Though soft, it’s still notably twice as big as it is while normally hard. Talia moans, biting her lip as she eyes your flaccid monster cock.

“Mmm, it must’ve been the chocolate still working its magic on you. Do you think it’s permanent??” She giggles, her second pair of hands grazing the tip, “I, for one hope so… so what’s next? I think I had enough fun out in public for the night, what say we head on home?”