Sex Golem

You awaken, like you have several times before, with an old man elbow deep inside you.

…

That came out wrong. That man is called Lotor. He is your creator, and he is currently using a small hatch to reach inside your chest cavity and tinker with your internal components.

You are a golem, a creature constructed out of inorganic materials made animate using magic. However, you are a bit different. Although the game has labeled you a golem, another term that works just as well to describe you is automaton. A being made of gears, springs, and other clockwork components.

Sex Golem

Lvl: 2

Hp: 15/15

Melee Attack: 3

Ranged Attack: 0

Abilities

Clockwork Construct: Does not need to eat, sleep, or breathe. Immune to poison.

Enemy of Faith: **** to holy magic.

Relentless: Stamina never drains.

Yes, you are a sex golem. You were designed from the ground up to be the best sexual partner in existence. In other words, you are a highly advanced sex toy. That is your reason for experiencing, and you are proud of it.

While most golems are made from things like stone, clay, or iron, (you even heard of one made of paper), and are usually only built in the vague shape of a humanoid. You on the other hand, are made of brass, with your body painstakingly crafted to be as lifelike as possible. Even going as far as making you warm to the touch, as well as being incredibly supple. Which is important considering what you were created for.

By this point your creator finishes his work. He closes your hatch, gives one of your boobs a squeeze, and then leaves to work on other projects. You are left alone on the workbench, waiting for orders.

You should take this moment to examine yourself. Lotor loves to tinker, especially with you, so he modifies your body on a regular basis.

Currently, you appear to be female. Your body is quite shapely and almost appears delicate, a difficult feat when dealing with metal. Your face lacks most facial features, eyes, nose, ears, all replaced with smooth brass plating. Being a golem, these would only be for decoration purposes anyway, you don't need them to see or hear. The one thing that you do have is a mouth, with plump lips and prehensile tongue. This mouth remains open in a look resembling perpetual surprise, though you are not so foolish to believe that is what it's for.

Examining your chest, you see it has been perfectly sculpted, your creator always said it was the most important part of any woman. That must be why he designed and built almost 50 different pairs of tits to use interchangeably. The pair he installed on you is quite large, likely filling most females with envy. An experimental fondle shows that they are soft, softer than any metal should be. You watch as they bounce and jiggle, seeing why they are sometimes called fun bags. You see your small nipples and you simply can't resist giving them a pinch. During your groping session, you discover that these breasts are more sensitive than your last pair, as you just barely stop an involuntary moan from escaping. You **** yourself to cease your fondling, before it escalates to full blown masturbation.

Down to your stomach, you see that you have the what appears to be a somewhat athletic physique. Though unfortunately, you can't claim to have iron hard abs. Particularly because you weren't sculpted with that much definition, and particularly because you are made of brass.

Further down, a vagina proves you are, in fact, female. The lips part slightly to reveal a moist interior, ready for entry. Naturally, you are always wet, even your anus produces a lubricant so you are ready for action anytime, anywhere. And you're not only female either. It seems your creator blessed you with an extra tool between your legs. The obscene metal rod stands proudly from its base just above your pussy. Your hand moves to grasp it, as if by its own volition. This time you can't help but moan, as you give yourself a few experimental strokes. Once again, you must stop before you get too invested in jerking yourself off. As you take your hand away, you feel your cock demand for more attention. But you must resist, there will be time for that later.

Moving on, you see you have an ass that, to quote your creator, 'no man alive can resist slapping'. And you are inclined to agree. Much like your breasts, it is as soft as natural flesh. You see it deform slightly under your weight as you sit atop the workbench.

With your self examination finished, you examine your surroundings. You are in the workshop. The third floor in the wizard tower you call home. This place saw your creation, as well as countless repairs. All around on every table and shelf are pieces of other sex golems in various states of repair. To your knowledge, you are the only one to be fully built. Over in a corner, you see your creator standing next to a wooden mannequin wearing what appears to be a chain mail bikini.

Lotor is a brilliant enchanter and engineer. Also, both his personality and physical appearance match up with the general idea of a perverted old wizard.

The man is as old as dirt, and it shows. He has more liver spots than hair on his head. He moves like he has arthritis in every bone in his body. His spine is bent into a permanent hunch. And in general he looks like he will crumble to dust if you stare at him too hard. You are fairly certain that the reason he's never had sex with you (or anything else from what you've seen) is because he isn't able to get it up anymore. It certainly isn't because of a lack of interest.

Your creator is also an uncompromising pervert. If creating you wasn't enough evidence for this, he is all the one responsible for the boom in female armor. He made a small fortune creating skimpy outfits that shouldn't be classified as armor, then enchanted them to be as strong as full plate armor.

Suddenly, a device on the wall begins blaring an alarm, signifying that there is an intruder. This is a fairly frequent occurrence. Apparently, the local village believes that the work being done here is unclean. They send adventures here constantly to put an end to it. In particular, followers of Anari.

"Protect me my beautiful creation" Lotor shouts at you before running towards the door leading upstairs. You have never been allowed to the upper level before, but whatever he is doing up there, it has the goddess of purity quite upset. Speaking of which, she isn't very fond of you either. This is where the Enemy of Faith ability comes from. Most monsters might claim that the gods hate them, but in your case they actually do. Or at least one of them does.

You're not sure what your creator expects you to do. You're a lover not a fighter, you can't fight off adventures. But you are still a golem, you have to do whatever he says. You take your position in front of the door he escaped to, and you wait for the enemy to come to you.