❤ Let's make this as intimate as we can

Liens was dead-set on using that pump for now-- you were well aware of her personal distaste for intimacy or sexual behavior. Still, like it or not, you two had been paired together by none other than Geod himself. You felt that tossing all of that aside to make love to a dick pump was, ultimately, the wrong move. As you fitted the cool, rubbery suction cup over the tip of your dick, you asked if she wouldn't mind indulging you with a bit of husband-and-wife behavior, even if it didn't actually involve your dick.

"Ugh. Okay. Yeah. That's fair." Liens sighed. {if Liens Milked = 1}"Although. I already did the milk thing for you. Thought that'd be enough. Shit."{endif} The elvish inventor, pushed her goggles up a little higher, to get them out of the way, then came closer, still holding the mechanical box in one hand as she used the other to hug around your back. "Like. Skinship. That what you mean?"

Liens' might not be one for intimacy, but her chest was well-crafted for it, soft and warm as it nestled up against your own. {if Muscular = True}She was a rather tall and heavy woman, but you were even taller and thick with muscle-- you easily stood against her as she pushed up against you from the front.{elseif Fat = True}She was a rather tall and heavy woman, but you were built much the same, and your two bodies squished together a bit erotically as she leaned in from the front.{else}Liens' body dwarfed your own. Elves were known for being spry and slender, but she was neither, and without any malice, she nearly bowled you over just by pushing against you from the front.{endif}

"Is that. Comfortable? I'm just. Doing whatever. This isn't my forte..."

You were barely paying any attention to the pump, even as she engaged the switch to let it start tugging on your dick. You let your self imagine her hand was at work down there instead of the machine. Your attention was more focused on her face, as her ordinarily fleeting line of sight seemed trained on yours. Her half-lidded eyes held little enthusiasm, but she was doing her best-- you showed your appreciation by bringing her in closer and grabbing her lips in a slow kiss. She wasn't over-eager, so you would need to keep your own pace down as well, lest you make a fool of yourself.

The woman's body was soft all over and that included her lips. While she might not wear a lot of lipstick or makeup to keep herself presentable, you found her lips no less pleasant than any other elf you could imagine kissing. She closed her eyes as the make-out session continued, going a bit uncharacteristically red from the center of her nose out towards her pointed ears, as you two swapped spit in defiance of what could otherwise be a rather dry medical procedure. You allowed your arms to wrap her body, feeling the folds of her flesh and the considerable swell of her meaty ass, still hidden behind her thick, woolen clothing. You wanted to allow your hands to explore more-- you imagined disrobing her and pushing your fingers between her sex-- but that would have to wait for a future engagement. Courtship of the famed lady inventor was going to be as measure-by-measure as one could imagine.

Still, for now, you appreciated that, as awkward as she might be, she was making the effort and did not seem to hate it.

For what it was worth, it was making the dick-milking a more enjoyable process too and perhaps a faster one. You hadn't quite had your fill of kissing yet, so you were trying to drag it out, but your penis was no match for angelic technology-- you soon found yourself grunting at the unfamiliar sensation of shooting your load straight into a vacuum. The machine whirred as its tube slowly took on a visible moisture inside of its clear confines and the jar-like container nestled inside began to fill.

Liens still wasn't as familiar with the kissing process as you'd hoped she'd become, but this would have to be the breaking point. With growing discomfort, you let her know that the machine had done its duty and was still sucking you off. She needed to flip it off manually.

"Oh. Right. Distracted. Sorry."

The inventor finally broke your embrace, backing up a few paces and shutting down the box. The machine's impassioned mechanical blowjob ended with a noisy purr.

"Looks like we got a good sample. Thanks. It wasn't. Too bad. I guess." Liens grumbled, rubbing her lips a few times with her gloves as though trying to get the taste out.

You held your tongue, though you wanted to point out the average lover doesn't like seeing his romantic interest wipe his taste off her lips.

"Okay. It was. Hm. I don't know," she continued, sensing your discomfort, but being exactly the wrong type of person to offer reassurance. "I appreciate you taking it slow. It was. Okay. Didn't hate it. Thought I would. We can try something else next time. If you want. I know I asked you to hold back a lot. I'm asking too much. Next time we'll do it. Your way." Despite her promise of further intimacy, she was anything but intimate at the moment, currently occupying herself with storing the jar inside a safe-like invention of hers for preservation.

A promise for a more intimate future was about the best you could hope for out of an encounter with this particular saintess. You had a bit more of a spring in your step as you buttoned your trousers back up and bid her good night.

"Yeah... Night." The elf wore a pensive look on her face as you closed the door to her workshop behind yourself. She was not biting her thumb as she usually would, but simply holding it there instead, rubbing it across her frowning lips thoughtfully.