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"OOHHhhHHH FFFUUUUCK~!!!"

Your Love Doll climaxes to the sound of rolling credits. After half an hour or so of raw fucking you've managed to cum again in unison, and the girl's hips are bucking needily in an effort to maximize her pleasure.

"I can't... I c-can't...!" she whimpers, her voice ratcheting up in pitch. She's desparately trying to ride you to a second orgasm, struggling through the pain of accommodating your fat dick all the while...

So you decide to give her a hand.

"MMmmffUck!! Mmmh~! MMmmh~!"

She didn't expect the sudden flip onto her front, nor the savage barrage of staccato thrusts that follows. The blonde trembles, moaning loudly into your pillow as her vaginal muscles are thrown into a kind of arrhythmic disarray: a portent, perhaps, of the mind-shattering multiorgasm she experiences at the zenith of your final thrust.

She cries out again and again, even after you've pulled out to admit the spurt of mingled fluids that oozes freely from her pussy. Harley slumps to the bed in catatonic bliss, then, still ass-up after the thorough breeding session.

You can't help but tumble into bed beside her, plagued as you are by lack of sleep. The digits "6:14" stand out at the bottom-right of your laptop screen; still early, but even so you find yourself tempted by the prospect of turning in for the night.

"M'gonna sleep." you grunt, still weary from your exertions. From there you turn over, and are about a minute shy of slumber when Harley speaks up in a soft, almost pitiable tone:

"J- Ah, uhm... Master?"

You answer with a groan of acknowledgement.

"I can't sleep. Not since... Well, all this." she simpers, cuddling up to you imploringly. Her curves feel warm and plush against your back.

"...Can you fix it?"

You stir a little, leaving her in suspense for a long moment before answering.

"Sure," you start, "But I expect a blowjob first thing tomorrow morning - y'know, for my generosity."

You can feel her bristling behind you as if she intends to argue, but you're quick to head her off this time:

"And I don't wanna hear any complaints."

That comment garners a frustrated sigh from Harley, whose affections become noticeably less genuine (though, interestingly, she doesn't un-spoon from you).

"...You're such a dick." she finally huffs, burying her face in your shoulder with a dejected sigh. "Fine, then. I'm ready."

"Activate default sleep behaviours." you command, using an approximation of the command listed in the manual. Luckily, thanks to her recognition of tonal cues, approximate proves to be good enough:

"Did you say something?" she asks, oblivious to the content of the command you'd just given. "Was that it? I didn't hear anything..."

All of a sudden, though, you can feel her body slumping all the more languidly against your own, her lips parting to emit an adorable yawn as the sensation of natural human sleepiness - or something very like it - overwhelms her.

Less than a minute later you've both succumbed to its embrace. Your last conscious thought is of Harley, of course, and what an artificial being like her would even dream about.

...Electric sheep, maybe.