She wants to ride your mortal cock.

A gust of wind roars through your house (what the heck?) and races past you, somehow stripping off all of Hsien-Ko's clothes except for her round hat and the paper with the Chinese characters. Her clothes wrap around you just as her sleeves had done, turning you into a silk-wrapped package, with only your head and feet free.

On the bright side, all of Hsien-Ko's curves are revealed. She's short of stature, with full breasts, a smooth stomach, round hips, and sleek thighs. Her skin is the same shade of blue all over, while her large, round nipples are a much deeper blue, as is the neat patch of pubic hair nestled between her thighs.

Then you tip over, and you forget entirely about Hsien-Ko's body.

You don't hit the floor. You find yourself hovering, horizontally, at about kneecap altitude. You don't know what they're making these fembots out of, but they're not charging enough for them.

She crouches at your waist, calmly, and tugs at the layers of silk wrapped around your waist. When she finds your shorts, she tugs them down as well, exposing your cock. Recent events have left you nonplussed, to say the least, and so your cock isn't showing itself to best effect.

"Hmph," she says. "Do you not find the sight of a naked woman arousing?"

This game has gone farther than you'd like. "You broke into my house! You tied me up and you're floating me in the air ... somehow ... and I want you to release me! Now!"

"You summoned me," she replies, unconcerned.

"I BOUGHT you."

"Did you not know who it was who you had invited into your home?"

"Yes, but ..."

She leans close, bring her face up to yours, so that you have **** but to look her in the eye. At the same time, you feel her hand settle on your cock. Her skin is cool, but her touch, so far, is light.

"I have seen and done things that a simple mortal being such as yourself cannot concieve of. I do not expect you to understand who I am and what I am truly capable of. But if nothing else, it should be clear to you that I have a hold of a very delicate part of your anatomy, and that it would be in your best interest to do what I tell you."

You can't argue with that.

While you're speechless, her hand continues to toy idly with your cock, which begins to lengthen and stiffen from the attention. She glances down at it, then back up at your face. "Better," she declares.

She shifts her position, moving further down your body. She slides one leg over yours, straddling your thighs, and sits up straight. Whatever invisible **** is supporting you seems to be strong enough to hold the both of you. Her hand remains on your cock, fondling and teasing, until it grows to its fullest.

"Now then," she says, and lifts her hips, reaching between her thighs with one hand while holding your cock steady with the other. She adjusts your angle, then hers, and then slowly, carefully, starts to sit down.

Your cock eases up into her. She feels - strange. She is cool, and not the least bit wet, but she is quite smooth and soft, and you slip into her without any resistance. You feel as if your cock is being held by a hand in a velvet glove.

"I'm not as hot-blooded as a mortal woman," she explains, after she's seated firmly atop you. "But you'll make me warm."

She sits up straight, her hands resting on her strong blue thighs. She gazes down at you, and her eyes narrow slightly with concentration.

Her pussy stirs around your cock. You feel a twitch, and then she tightens around you, giving you a gentle squeeze. Her grip eases, then tightens again, easing into a slow, pulsing rhythm.

No expression crosses her face, and to your eyes, her body doesn't appear to move, except for her chest, which rises and falls as she breathes. Her expression is still calm, and patient.

Her pussy continues to massage you, easy and steady. You feel your own breathing start to deepen. You wish you could put your hands on her, feel her thighs, her breasts, anything, but you're still bound up in Hsien-Ko's clothes. All you can do is watch her as she sits astride you and works her magic on you.

She exhales, making a sound like a sigh. You notice then that her nipples are standing up; she's starting to get aroused as well, though she barely shows it. Her hips move, side to side, just a little, shifting your cock inside her, making you wish you had enough freedom to thrust into her. She's completely controlling the pace, and she seems perfectly content with this languid, lazy ride, and with the slow grasp and release of her pussy around your cock.

You start to feel a little feverish. You want her to bounce on you. You want her to rock her hips. You want her to fuck you. But all she's giving you is that squeeze ... squeeze ... squeeze.

You wiggle as best you can. You groan. You make fists, and clench your toes. Her eyes are completely closed now, but her pace hasn't quickened, and her pose remains tranquil.

Is she expecting to ride you for hours? She's not giving you much, but you're pretty sure that it will be enough to get you off, and not long from now.

"I'm going to come," you warn her.