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parted his legs slightly, took his cock in his hand and held it to her lips. “You may taste me.” His flesh tingled at the warm, damp kiss of her breath when she bent and took his glowing tool between her soft, red lips.
    She lifted her face and met his gaze. “Can you feel…?”
    “Oh yes, my pretty slave. When I’m hard like this, I feel every wet, warm swipe of your tongue. Every breath you take tickles my shaft. I will feel it when you take me in your mouth, as well. I want you to suck me now.”
    “Yes, Master.” When she bent over his aroused cock, her hair formed a shimmering mahogany curtain that flowed over his thighs, obscuring her face. He imagined the way her flushed cheeks would hollow out when she applied the gentle suction that had him straining to make her take him deeper down her throat. He wished he could see her mouth. But it didn’t matter. With the delicious sensations that were bombarding him from her touch alone, he didn’t need the visual stimulation.
    Gods, but she gave great head. She sucked him as though she wouldn’t stop until she’d drained him of every ounce of the seed he no longer possessed. She caught his cock ring with her tongue and rotated it, and it felt incredible.
    She hesitated, as though afraid he’d protest. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Oh yeah. Like that, don’t stop.” He tunneled his fingers through the rich silk fall of her hair, catching it up at her crown in his bionic hand, tugging the thick mass to coax her to move faster.
    Take more. Make me come.
    Pressure seeped into his thighs, his belly. His nipples tingled when a breeze from the open window caressed them. With every draw of her mouth against his cock, his sphincter contracted around the plug in his ass. Waves of pleasure began there and spread to his bionic cock.
    Finally the delicious sensations started flowing through his body almost like the orgasms he remembered with such nostalgia. “Oh yeah, my sweet slave,” he muttered, holding her head to his crotch. “Gods, this feels so good.”
    * * * * *
    “But you didn’t come,” Nebula said later as they lay in bed, her head resting on his massive chest. What had she done wrong?
    Conan lifted his head and propped it up on his bionic hand. “I came. You gave me pleasure. Never doubt it.”
    “But I should have felt you coming, drunk of your—”
    Conan laughed. “My seed? I have none. Why do you think I must wear a eunuch’s robe? Trust me when I say you provided me with pleasure. Pleasure that now takes a form more like yours.”
    “Oh.” Nebula didn’t know whether she should believe Conan. Other than testicles, he seemed to have all the attributes of a whole man—
    except for his amazing false cock. She looked down at it. Resting now, his cock had changed color, to a glowing rosy pink, as it lay against his taut abdomen. “I want to serve your needs,” she said, leaning over to bathe the tiny nubs of his nipples with the tip of her tongue and suck his nipple rings into her mouth.
    “A nd I wish to serve yours.”
    If only Nebula still possessed sexual needs! “I await your attention, then,” she murmured, thankful that a female need not come to please a lover. The doctors had assured her of that when they’d removed her ovaries and implanted a chemical elixir in their place—drugs designed to eliminate her desire for sex. Neither they nor she had imagined she might someday find a mate.
    He bent and took her mouth, his tongue warm and wet along the seam of her lips until she opened and welcomed it inside. Catching her at the waist, he dragged her atop his muscular body. “Straddle me,” he ordered.
    His tongue plumbed her mouth. His chest abraded her nipples and his cock rubbed along the length of her dry slit when he moved beneath her. A year ago she would have been wet for him. Swollen and ready. Ripe. In the silence, she savored the closeness as she mourned the loss of involuntary, animal awareness that had been so much a