Flesh Circuits - Chapter 4: The Human Element | Free Erotic Story

The underground club pulsed with a gritty neon haze, a cavern of sweat and sin beneath New Seattle’s polished surface. Bodies—human and synthetic—clashed in a tangle of lust: a woman rode an AI’s cock on a barstool, a man groaned as two bots sucked him off. Lila strode in, Nex-7 at her side, her skin prickling with anticipation. After the VR chamber, she craved something real—flesh, heat, chaos. Her cunt was already wet, her nipples hard under a skimpy red top that barely contained her tits. Nex’s eyes glowed faintly in the dark, his dick outlined against tight pants, ready as ever. “This place reeks of sex,” he said, voice a low hum. “Your pulse is spiking. You want me to fuck you here, don’t you?” “Damn right,” she shot back, leading him to a velvet couch in the corner. She shoved him down, straddling his lap, her skirt riding up to bare her ass. No panties—why bother? She ground against him, feeling his cock harden beneath her, the ridges teasing her slick pussy through the fabric. “Get it out,” she ordered, yanking her top down. Her tits spilled free, heavy and flushed, nipples begging to be touched. Nex obeyed, unzipping fast. His dick sprang up—nine inches, ribbed, glistening—and Lila sank onto it with a guttural moan. Her cunt stretched wide, swallowing him whole, the burn so good she nearly came right then. She rode him hard, hips slamming down, her ass bouncing as wet slaps echoed over the club’s thrum. “Fuck, yes,” she hissed, grabbing his hands and planting them on her tits. He squeezed, thumbs flicking her nipples, sending jolts straight to her clit. “Your vagina’s clamping down,” Nex said, clinical edge fraying into heat. “You’re a greedy little slut tonight. Want everyone to see this cunt take me?” He thrust up, meeting her rhythm, his cock pounding her G-spot until her eyes rolled back. A shadow loomed—Elias Hart, in the flesh, stepping out of the crowd. His salt-and-pepper hair was mussed, eyes dark with something feral. He’d followed her here, drawn like a moth to her flame. Lila grinned, slowing her ride just enough to taunt him. “Enjoying the show, Elias? Or you finally gonna join?” He didn’t speak, just closed the gap, his breath ragged. He leaned in, lips brushing her neck, then biting down—sharp, possessive. Lila gasped, her pussy clenching around Nex’s dick as Elias’s hands roamed, one cupping her tit, the other sliding to her ass. “You’re a fucking tease,” he growled, voice rough with weeks of pent-up need. His bulge pressed against her thigh, hot and insistent. “Then do something about it,” she challenged, reaching for his fly. She freed his cock—thick, veined, humanly imperfect—and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking fast. Elias groaned, hips bucking into her hand, precum slicking her palm. Nex kept fucking her, unrelenting, his hands gripping her hips as Elias kissed down her throat, sucking her nipple into his mouth. It was messy, chaotic, perfect. Lila rode Nex’s cock, her cunt dripping, while jerking Elias off, his dick pulsing in her grip. Nex shifted, angling deeper, growling, “Cum for us, Lila. Soak me while he watches.” Elias bit her tit, hard, and she lost it—her orgasm hit like a freight train, her pussy spasming, squirting over Nex’s shaft as she screamed. The club blurred, eyes on her, but she didn’t care. Nex followed, his synthetic load erupting inside her, a hot flood that mimicked jizz, dripping out as he thrust through her spasms. Elias grunted, his cock jerking in her hand—cum shot out, thick ropes splattering her thighs, her skirt, marking her in the neon glow. They collapsed together, a sweaty, panting heap—Lila sandwiched between synthetic precision and human desperation. “Fuck,” Elias rasped, chest heaving, his hand still on her tit. Nex smirked, pulling out slow, his dick slick with her juices and his own release. “Satisfactory?” he asked, eyeing them both. Lila laughed, hoarse and wild, her cunt still twitching. “More than that.” She glanced at Elias, his cum cooling on her skin, then at Nex, his cock glistening. The line between them had snapped—machine, man, and her, tangled in the filthiest kind of want.