7.112 – PORTAL DEMONSTRATIONS

Part of the reason Natalie had been mentally blocking out the automaton's advances was so that she didn't get overexcited.

With her previous armor, she'd been well-defended against the threat of a wandering mind. The metal cup holding her equipment in did a great job keeping lapses hidden, even if it could be uncomfortable.

The loincloth was the opposite: roomy and breathable, thus providing zero defense whatsoever. Any time certain ideas popped into her head, the resulting consequences of those fantasies were catastrophically obvious.

And Natalie couldn't deny the innuendos any longer. Not with the automaton on her knees, fluttering her eyelashes, her expression hopeful as she waited for Natalie's permission.

Her body finally responded. Her loincloth twitched as something nudged against it—then slowly started to lift upward as more and more blood flowed downward. In a series of eager, twitching throbs, each pulse stiffening out her formidable weapon, she hardened in anticipation of having a woman on her knees ready to 'demonstrate the portal rings'.

In a handful of seconds, a full erection strained upward. It was a lewd sight, the way her loincloth made an erotic curtain over the thick ten inches. With how well endowed she was, the loincloth nearly couldn't cover her full length; only an extra few inches hung down off the tip, nearly the full length of cloth draped atop her cock. The sizable member throbbed with her heartbeat, jostling the fabric with each jerk.

The automaton's eyes were wide as she watched Natalie stiffen, and she'd brought a hand up to cover her mouth halfway through. Her expression was equal parts shocked and admiring.

"Oh my, Mistress," she mumbled lowly. "That's … quite the weapon you have."

Delicately, she grabbed the tip of the loincloth and lifted it up to take a peek. Her eyes went a little wider seeing the real thing, and with a flick of her wrist, she tossed the fabric away to fully reveal her partner's member.

"Not a trace of magic either," she marveled. "Unlike what some of your peers have been walking in with. This one is real." She bit her lip. "I find it fitting, somehow, that it's a girl who has the largest one I've ever seen."

She drifted forward slightly, as if drawn to the meaty length she was admiring. Her mouth cracked open a sliver, a dreamy look appearing in her eyes. But she shook herself out of it.

"Ah, what am I doing? Apologies, Mistress, for getting … distracted." She lifted the ring and waggled it. "You asked me to demonstrate." Her eyes wandered back to Natalie's cock, which jumped at the attention. The automaton bit her lip again.

She brought the ring to Natalie's cock tip and pressed the cold metal against the sensitive warm skin there. The ring had reverted to its normal size, so it was too small to fit around her considerable girth.

But as the automaton pushed forward, the ring slid easily down, adjusting as needed to always mold perfectly as it traveled. It slipped onto her shaft proper, and the automaton made a slow, luxurious show of pushing it all the way into place, until the cool metal fit snugly at the base of her cock.

"Then, with a twist," the automaton said, holding her own ring in one hand, fingertips gripping the one around Natalie's cock, "we should have a portal."

And sure enough: Natalie's cock disappeared with a sensation like dipping into water. The feeling faded rapidly, only the tingle at the base of her cock remaining.

And there it was. The automaton held a silver ring between her fingers, which had widened to accommodate its cargo, and from it, Natalie's cock jutted straight into the air.

It was more than a little strange. The only time she'd seen her cock, obviously, was looking down at it. Seeing it positioned in another girl's hands, especially in this orientation, with the bottom facing her, was disorienting.

Though disorienting in a way that had her heart slamming in her chest.

And, okay, there was technically one exception. She'd seen her own cock in a similarly strange way once before. That event with Ana, where they'd swapped bodies.

"Isn't that something?" she managed to struggle out.

"Fascinating, indeed!" the automaton enthused. "It opens so many doors. The possibilities are endless. Especially with how convenient Adaptive Fit is. Because, remember? It adheres to surfaces. Say, if I, or anyone else, wanted to do something like this …"

The automaton stuck the ring between her legs, and the ring molded and adhered to the smooth curved pubic skin where she'd pressed it. Suddenly, she was wearing Natalie's own cock.

She giggled as she swung her hips side to side, and Natalie felt her cock bouncing around as if she was the one making the motion.

"Such an interesting item," the automaton repeated with genuine fascination.

Seeing her cock bounce around between another girl's legs, as if it were the automaton's own, produced some very conflicted emotions inside of Natalie. She felt dizzy all of a sudden.

She'd had this dilemma once before. She wasn't supposed to be aroused by her own cock. And she wasn't, not really. It wasn't the cock that had Natalie's arousal spiking. Just, the image of a curvy woman happily showing off something so lewd … and the flood of ideas entering her head.

The automaton plucked the ring from between her legs before Natalie could get too lost in thought. "And the possibilities don't end just with fun between partners! There are all kinds of uses you could get out of this, even, say, if you're alone. With the recall function, it's as simple as summoning the other ring to you."

A slightly devious expression crossed the automaton's face. She was clearly getting as caught up in the scenario as Natalie herself was, even if Natalie was only standing around and watching.

"For example," she said slowly, eyes holding Natalie's in a way that had her transfixed. She approached, wide hips swaying, and with a flick of her wrist, slapped the cock into Natalie's own stomach with a meaty clap of flesh.

The contact burned her. She let out a little sigh against her will, one that was too close to a moan for her preferences.

"There's only so much you can do with just your hands, when you're all alone. But with this?"

She slid upwards, and it felt strangely pleasant, her cock sliding against her own skin. Her breath caught when she realized the automaton's intentions, though—she'd grown bold in her eagerness, metal eyes transfixed on what she was doing.

Natalie's cock nudged against the bottom of her breasts. With [Primordia's Embrace] hugging them in so tightly, they were round and compressed and propped up beautifully.

Meaning perfectly framed for a tit-fucking.

The automaton bit her lip, grinning, as she met Natalie's eyes and sought out permission before taking that next step—leaving Natalie's cock nuzzling against the bottom of her breasts, threatening entry.

Natalie wasn't so shameless she could outright say 'yes', but she knew her pupils had to be blown out, and she was breathing hard.

The automaton's smile widened, apparently happy to accept that as permission.

She pushed harder, and suddenly Natalie's cock tip was being embraced by pillowy tightness—and at the same time, she felt something intruding between her crammed-together breasts.

It was official: she was a pervert.

She was fucking her own tits.