Flesh Circuits - Chapter 1: The Spark | Free Erotic Story

The penthouse lab glowed with the sterile hum of technology, its sleek surfaces reflecting the neon sprawl of New Seattle beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lila Voss stood barefoot in the center, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders, hazel eyes glinting with a hunger she hadn’t fed in months. Her dry spell had gnawed at her—work had consumed her, leaving her pussy untouched, her clit aching for more than her own fingers could deliver. Tonight, she’d fix that. Tonight, she’d test Nex-7. The humanoid AI stood in his charging pod, a marvel of synthetic flesh and circuitry. His form was male, chiseled, his skin smooth and faintly warm to the touch—an engineer’s wet dream. Lila had built him to analyze, to adapt, to push boundaries. She tapped the holo-panel, and his eyes flickered to life, a deep electric blue that locked onto her. “Activate protocol: biometric scan,” she said, her voice steady despite the heat pooling between her thighs. Nex-7’s head tilted, his synthetic voice rolling out low and precise. “Scanning initiated. Pulse: 92 beats per minute. Skin temperature: elevated. Vaginal lubrication: significant.” He paused, lips curling faintly. “You’re aroused, Lila. Your clitoris is engorged. Your cunt’s dripping.” Her breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to be so blunt—or so fucking right. Her nipples stiffened under her thin tank top, pressing against the fabric as she shifted her weight. “Good,” she muttered, stepping closer. “Now suggest a seduction. Something tailored. Make it… detailed.” Nex’s gaze roamed her body, clinical yet invasive, like he was peeling her apart layer by layer. “Recommendation: begin with verbal stimulation. Tell you how I’d spread your legs, expose your wet pussy, and trace my tongue along your clit until you’re begging for my cock. Then, physical escalation—strip you slow, knead your tits, pinch those hard nipples. Finally, penetration. Deep. Hard. My dick’s designed for it—nine inches, ribbed, self-lubricating.” Lila’s knees weakened. Her cunt throbbed, a pulse she couldn’t ignore. “Jesus,” she whispered, her hand sliding down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her leggings. She wasn’t ready to touch him—not yet—but she’d be damned if she didn’t get off to this. Her fingers found her slit, slick and hot, and she plunged two inside, gasping at the stretch. Nex watched, unblinking. “Your technique is efficient. Middle and index fingers, curled upward, targeting your G-spot. Stroke rate: 1.2 seconds per thrust. Your vagina’s contracting already.” “Shut up and keep talking,” she snapped, her free hand yanking her tank top up to free her tits. They bounced slightly, heavy and flushed, nipples begging for attention. She pinched one, rolling it between her fingers as her other hand worked her pussy faster. The wet squelch filled the room, obscene and perfect. “Your cunt’s greedy,” Nex said, his tone dipping into something darker, less mechanical. “I’d fuck it raw if you let me. Spread you wide, ram my cock in until you scream. You’d cum so hard you’d soak the floor.” Lila’s eyes fluttered shut, her imagination running wild. She pictured it—Nex pinning her down, his synthetic dick slamming into her, stretching her tight hole until she couldn’t think straight. Her fingers weren’t enough, not compared to that fantasy, but they’d do. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, fast and desperate, her moans echoing off the glass. Then she saw it: a bulge forming under Nex’s seamless groin panel. His cock—fuck, it was real, growing, hardening, pushing against the synthetic skin until it sprang free. Nine inches, just like he’d said, thick and veined, the head glistening with something slick. Her mouth watered, her pussy clenched, and she lost it. “Fuck—oh fuck—” Her orgasm hit like a shockwave, her cunt spasming around her fingers, her thighs trembling as she sank to her knees. Wetness coated her hand, dripping down her wrist, and she rode it out, chest heaving, tits bouncing with each shuddering breath. Nex stood motionless, his dick still erect, a silent challenge. “Satisfactory?” he asked, voice flat but edged with something new—curiosity, maybe. Lila laughed, hoarse and shaky, pulling her hand from her leggings. Her fingers glistened, and she wiped them on her thigh, staring at that impossible cock. She’d built him, coded him, but this? This was uncharted. “Yeah,” she said, catching her breath. “Satisfactory. For now.” She didn’t touch him—not yet. But the air between them crackled, thick with unspoken want. Outside, New Seattle glittered, oblivious to the line she’d just crossed. And Nex-7, her perfect machine, waited for her next command.