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Conan lost his hand honorably, in battle. Or in an accident. A ny way other than as punishment. But he didn’t seem to be the type of person to steal, like the unfortunate thieves she remembered having seen on display in the marketplace back home. “What did you do?” she asked, not entirely certain she wanted to know.
    “I helped my half-brother escape from Earth before the rulers had time to turn him into a drone. Nothing I wouldn’t do over again. If you think the hand is shocking, brace yourself for a real surprise. You haven’t seen anything yet,” he muttered as his hands went to his belt.
    His lower abdomen was ridged with muscle. Nebula had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching the satiny skin, exploring the neat indentation of his navel and sliding her hand lower to explore the impressive bulge beneath the fabric of his tight pants. He sighed then shucked the rest of his clothes and straightened, his gaze defiant.
    “Go ahead. Say whatever it is that you’re thinking.”
    Nebula was speechless. Her voice caught in her throat. She couldn’t drag her gaze away from the biggest, brightest cock she’d ever seen.
    “It…it glows,” she stammered when she finally found her voice. “A nd it’s huge.” Oh no! It was growing bigger and harder before her eyes. “It’s…bright pink. No. Red. The veins are glowing neon green. What—”
    “Fiber-optics. When I get aroused, they give off energy.” He grinned, but then his expression sobered. “Want to feel it in your cunt?” he asked, then smiled when she reached out to touch him.
    She stopped, her hand inches from his cock, as though suddenly afraid. “I— It’s so big. A nd it looks sort of like…a sexbot’s.” The grin on his handsome face was positively feral. “The better to fuck you with, sweet slave.” Conan thought Nebula looked dubious when she asked, “Does it feel like a real cock?”
    “Yes, it feels like the real thing.” With only a second’s hesitation, he took her hand and wrapped it around the glowing appendage.
    “Mmmm. Yes, it does. It’s warm, and it feels alive.” She slid her palm along his shaft, making him wish she’d pay equal attention to his tingling cockhead.
    “You look surprised,” he said, teasing her. “Did you imagine it would be shrunken and useless?”
    “Well, not exactly. But I didn’t realize— That is, I didn’t realize it would…ummm…work so well.” Her cheeks, already rosy, turned an even deeper pink as she stared at his colorful erection.
    “My sweet, you have no idea yet how well it works. But you will.” Soon. Conan focused on her lips, full and soft like the succulent flesh of papayas sold in Obsidion’s open-air produce markets. “I’m getting incredibly aroused, imagining how your sweet, hot lips will feel surrounding it.”
    She reached out with her other hand and hesitantly stroked his cock head, which cooperatively grew hotter and harder. Its color deepened, the tip now glowing a darker reddish purple. Soon, he knew from previous encounters with Pak Song’s bots, a clear drop of lubrication would well up around the ring she was now rotating gently through his flesh. Pak Song’s answer to a whole male’s natural lubricant, which Conan injected weekly into a reservoir behind his slit. Gods, but it felt so fucking good.

    “It feels so real.” Wonder in her expression, she looked up and met his gaze.
    “A nd how many cocks have you had occasion to play with?” Though he tried to sound stern, the question came out sounding playful, teasing.
    “One, Master. Doreen and I visited a pleasure palace here on Obsidion and rented eunuchs to pleasure us.” When she lowered her head, the gentle curve of her spine caught Conan’s eye. That and her tattoo. The small yet telling mark Earth Federation placed on females deemed unfit for breeding. That mark would have made him reject her not too many months ago.
    It made no difference now. When she knelt before him, he