Flesh and Metal and Breeding

Core: Seedbed

Size: Massive

Monster Family: Erosarkic and Machine

Package: Complete - Breeding - Mindbreak

Monster Power: Timefruit Juice

Class: Priest of Carnachias

Cheat: Hybridization

At first I was amazed at finding out that gods exist and they look sexy. Then I was progressively more worried and uncertain as they ran through my options. Finally, I realized something. This was the best opportunity I was ever likely to get.

When I woke up, it felt like it had only been a few minutes since they put me back together. I tried to open my eyes and that was the first sign that I was not what I used to be. I was, to put it lightly, a monstrous web of fleshy tentacles shifting around under a shell of dark metal with an array of metallic implements and objects. Shifting around, I could feel instincts that I didn’t have before, tentacles moved when I wanted, but metal largely ignored my direction, moving only to avoid inhibiting my fleshy self.

Looking outside myself, I was on top of a grassy hill, overlooking a large swath of land. A ways away, I could see a small caravan on a road. Further away, there was something much bigger, an actual stone city with tall buildings, short walls, and an ocean beyond. Those two dropped me, a massive, eldritch looking, currently immobile monster on top of a hill within sight of a fucking city. Really!?

“You are awake. We must move. The caravan has noticed us and two individuals are approaching.” I heard the synthetic, slightly feminine voice as if it was speaking directly into my mind. For a moment, I just wondered what the fuck was going on. Then I realized what the description of my massive size must have meant. A split core, combined with a split monster type, must have divided this body into two parts, one controlled by me, the other by this slightly sexy robot voice. I had definitely gotten the lecherous part of my old personality.

That got me thinking, what part of my old personality was a fucking fembot? And why did everything feel like it had to be sexual?

“You are erosarkic. Everything about you is sexual.” The fembot voice helpfully supplied. “I am machine. I care only about our survival and our happiness, of which only you can properly feel. So I am now what you desire.”

Well, that was blunt, but useful to know. I guess some part of me was genuinely altruistic, at least if the person I am helping is myself.

“Two individuals are approaching on foot. Arrival in 2 minutes.”

Good thing one of us is paying attention to the rest of the world and not just talking with myself and wondering if there is a way to fuck a machine that happens to be fused to me.

“One female, one unknown.”

Well that might solve one problem.

“Remain still until the targets are within 5 feet. I will counter any aggression or undesirable action at that point.”

Wow, mecha-mind fembot really has her tits in a row… I need to think of better expressions. But anyway, a quiet wait it is.

I slowly retreated all my tentacles behind the shell, leaving only slivers of light shining through the gaps. My eyes, or whatever served that purpose, remained glued to the side of the hill where the two were just coming into my view. How had femshell seen them that long before me?

“I have a higher view point and do not want to be surprised.”

Again, useful but blunt. I kind of liked it, but it could do with better delivery.

Holy fucking Carnachias, it was a woman coming up the hill. And an exceptionally unmanly guy. I get why the fembot said unknown. I just know I’m not attracted to them, unlike the girl. She was young in how she looked and clambered up the hill, but undoubtably mature in figure and dress. Tits that seemed small to me, though my sense of size might be a bit off, and a dress that screamed anime mage.

“See! It’s right there!” The girl exclaimed, jogging towards me with breasts jiggling beneath the thin blue material of not quite robes.

Next over the ridge was the guy. He said something along the lines of ‘wait for me,’ but I tuned him out to appreciate the girl and her girls. Swish swish, bounce and sway, two tits are coming my way. I should write that down later. For now though, I was experiencing the equivalent of a boner in jeans, but with multiple such boners pressed against metal.

“15 seconds until both are in range. Eliminate the witness?”

Sure, I didn’t care much for them beyond it being unfortunate that they ended up here. Too bad, I say, much like people used to tell me. I have sexier concerns right now, like how I should approach undressing this lovely mage.

I could feel the shifting of metal across my periphery, as they both came closer. The girl was leaning in to inspect one of the small gaps in the metal plates, and I was barely holding back from that same gap and one below it.

“Ready. Act when you like.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I lunged forward, the plates separating as I went through the now yawning opening. One of my tenta-dicks went straight for her mouth as it opened in surprise. One smooth push and it was past her mouth and pushing into her throat. Oh how wonderful that felt, all tight and warm and squishy, squeezing against my length. It was like a taste of heaven, thrumming with life.

Lower down, I wrapped around her arms, torso and legs, preventing her instinctual retreat. She was soft in some places and slim in others. Her clothes were the only part I wasn’t enjoying, as they kept me from directly contacting those most special places. My length in her throat felt great as she tried to pull away, effectively bobbing up and down. Then, feeling I had a firm enough grip, I went after her clothes, enjoying the process of pulling each shoulder down, tearing parts of it as it came off with significantly more than it was donned. The sound of her almost on me throughout this served as a constant reminder of the pleasure she was providing.

Soon, the last of her clothes were off, leaving her naked glory exposed. I had always felt that the naked form of a woman was one of the greatest sights, and now I could expose this one how I liked. I continued to explore her form, feeling her tits in the open air and kneading them like dough.

Feeling that my other appendages were left out, I brought them to her other two holes. Both of them felt ready for my pleasure, and one was ready for my seed. Pulling one dick mostly out from her throat, I gave her a moment to breath. I didn’t want to lose her just because I couldn’t control my own fun. Then I lined up all three appendages and thrust together. I could feel her ass and pussy both contract against the sudden entrance, though it did nothing to slow my slick tentacles. Her mouth felt more open though, like she had already gotten somewhat used to the intrusion. It must be that mindbreak add-on, but whatever the reason, it meant I could go a bit harder.

In, in, in, out, out, out, in, in, in. I felt like I could do this forever, but I also wanted to finish. Why fuck if not to cum. So, like a switch, I came. Three dicks throbbing and unleashing in unison, like an act of god on a single mortal body. She took it for a few seconds before some of it began to leak out. Her stomach inflated notably as the pressure increased, ending up looking healthily pregnant, and sloshing a bit as she writhed, cunt contracting in orgasm.

This is what I want from my new life. Sexy girls with filled pussies and just-fucked faces.

“Acknowledged.”

Femshell, I hope you keep looking out for me.

A/N
I have stopped writing this story, even though it was developing better than others I have tried, due to ridiculous laws. In particular, the required application of human societal norms to fictional and obviously fantastical worlds. If an intelligent non-human lives less than 18 years or develops faster than a human legal system thinks a human develops, they cannot legally be sexual.
I pity every fictional non-human and real human that lives less than 18 years or matures before they are exactly 18 years old on the arbitrary Julian calendar.