Chapter 2: Theme Stated
Merak knocks on Ombre's door. "Hey, Omby? I've been hearing noises and-" He gasped when he saw two liters of milk by his bed.
Ombre was there too, asleep with a robot watching him.
Merak's eyes widened as he took in the scene. "What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.
The robot turned to face him, its glowing red eyes unblinking. "Milking session complete. Creator's body has been successfully extracted of 2 liters of milk and 0.3 kilograms of plasma." Merak's jaw dropped, his eyes flicking between the robot and Ombre.
"Milking session? You mean you've been... milking him?" The robot nodded, its mechanical arms folding neatly at its sides.
Merak paused, before blushing. "And he didn't bother to invite me?" His voice was laced with drama and mock anger. "I can't believe you kept this from me, Omby. I'm your best friend, your roommate! I should have been here for moral support, at the very least." He crossed his arms, feigning hurt.
Ombre stirred at the sound of Merak's voice, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Merak, then at the robot, and finally at the two liters of milk on his nightstand. A sheepish grin spread across his face. "Oh, hey Merak. I was gonna tell you, I just... didn't want you to worry."
Merak rolled his eyes, uncrossing his arms. "Too late for that, Omby.
I've seen the aftermath," Merak said, gesturing to the milk on the nightstand. "And I must say, I'm impressed. Two liters? That's... that's a lot." He whistled, shaking his head in disbelief.
Ombre chuckled weakly, sitting up in bed. "Yeah, well, the robot knows what it's doing." He stretched, his body still tingling from the milking session. "It's actually pretty intense. I've never felt anything like it."
Merak raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, really? And here I thought you were all work and no play." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Can I try a glass of your... milk?" Merak asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Ombre's eyes widened in surprise, "Uhm... okay..." Ombre hesitated, looking at the two liters of milk on his nightstand. "But don't expect me to... you know, perform on command or something." He blushed at the thought.
Merak laughed, "Oh, Omby, always so modest. I just want to see what all the fuss is about." He grabbed a glass from the nightstand and poured himself some milk. He took a sip, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, this is... this is actually really good. It's creamy, and sweet, and... it's like drinking liquid clouds." He took another sip, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Ombre chuckled, "I'm glad you like it.
I didn't think it would taste so... good." He looked at Merak, a playful smirk on his face. "You know, I've never shared my milk with anyone before. It's kind of a big deal."
Merak grinned, "Well, I'm honored to be the first. And I must say, it's a damn good milk. You should consider selling it." He took another sip, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe we could start a business together. 'Waybright's Milk' - it has a nice ring to it."
Ombre laughed, "Yeah, right.
. I can just see the headlines now: 'Local Milkman Milks Himself Dry'." He shook his head, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea. "No thanks, I'll leave the milk business to the cows."
Merak pouted, "Fine, fine. No need to be so dramatic, Omby. I was just trying to be supportive."
Ombre rolled his eyes, "I know, I know. And I appreciate it, really. But I just want to focus on my work right now."
"Mmh, I would prefer seeing to naked and begging me to stop making that robot milk you." Merak said with a smirk, his eyes flicking to the robot, who was still standing by Ombre's bed, its glowing red eyes unblinking.
Ombre's face flushed a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, his eyes darting to the floor. "Merak, that's not... that's not appropriate," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Merak chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Omby. Don't be such a prude. I'm just teasing you. You know I love you, and I just want to see you happy." He walked over to the bed, sitting down next to Ombre. "Are you feeling alright? Sore, tired? Anything I can do for you? Do you want me to call Ankoku?"
"Actually, yeah. Call Ankoku." Merak's voice was soft, his eyes filled with genuine concern. Ombre looked up at him, surprised. "What? Why would you want me to call him?" Merak shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, you know, he's been showering you with gifts and attention. I thought maybe you two could... talk about it." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Ombre blush. "Merak, I don't need you playing matchmaker," Ombre groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I just want to focus on my work, not... not this." He gestured vaguely, as if trying to dismiss the entire situation.
Merak chuckled. "I was just teasing. I want you to call him so he can try this milk! It's delicious and he needs to try it." Merak grinned mischievously, holding up the glass of milk like a trophy. Ombre groaned again, but Merak was already dialing Ankoku's number on his phone. He put it on speaker, and they both heard the ringing tone fill the room.
"Hello?" Ankoku's smooth, British accented voice answered after a few rings. Merak looked at Ombre, winking before speaking.
"Hey Ankoku, it's Merak. I've got you on speaker with Ombre here. We've got something you need to try." Merak held up the glass of milk again, as if Ankoku could see it through the phone.
"You know, Ombre's been working so hard lately, and I thought you might want to come over and... try this out." He gestured to the glass, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ombre groaned, burying his face in his hands again. "Merak, please. I don't want to talk about this right now."
Ankoku chuckled on the other end of the line. "Well, I must say, this sounds rather intriguing. I'll be right over."
Merak grinned, hanging up the phone. "See? He's coming over. You should be happy. He's been so nice to you lately." Ombre sighed, his fingers tracing the edge of the glass. "I don't want to hurt his feelings, but I'm not sure I'm ready for... whatever this is."
Merak nodded, understanding. "I get it, Omby. I just want you to be happy. And if that means giving Ankoku a chance, then maybe you should. But hey, no pressure. I'm just saying, he's a good guy."
Ombre looked up at Merak, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're a good guy too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Merak grinned, ruffling Ombre's hair. "Oh! Ankoku is at the door." Merak announced, standing up from the bed. "I'll let him in." He walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Ankoku standing in the hallway, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ankoku, come in," Merak said, stepping aside to let him enter. Ankoku's eyes flicked to the glass of milk in Merak's hand, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. "What's that?" he asked, his voice smooth and accented. "Oh, this?" Merak held up the glass, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "This, my friend, is Ombre's milk.
And it's fucking delicious," Merak said, holding the glass out to Ankoku. Ankoku's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze flicking between Merak and Ombre, who was still sitting on the bed, his face flushed a deep shade of red. "Ombre's... he asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of amusement. "Yes, indeed," Merak replied, nodding eagerly. "He's been using this robot to... milk him. And let me tell you, it's the best milk I've ever tasted."
Ankoku chuckled, taking the glass from Merak and taking a sip himself.
His eyes widened in surprise as the creamy, sweet liquid hit his tongue. "Wow, this is... this is really something," he said, his voice filled with genuine surprise. He looked over at Ombre, who was still sitting on the bed, his face flushed and his eyes downcast. "Ombre, this is... this is amazing. You never mentioned you had this... talent." He took another sip, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I must say, I'm impressed." "It's not a talent, Ankoku. It's just... something that happens when I'm...
milked," Ombre muttered, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe Merak had just blurted out his secret like that, and now Ankoku was here, sipping on his milk like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Ankoku chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Ombre. "Well, I must say, this is certainly an interesting development. I had no idea you were... lactating." He took another sip of the milk, his eyes never leaving Ombre's face.
Ombre groaned, burying his face in his hands. "It's not something I go around broadcasting, okay? It's..."
Ankoku kissed Ombre's forehead. "Still undressed are we?"
Ankoku teased, his voice soft and playful. He reached out, gently pulling Ombre's hands away from his face. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It's just milk. And it's bloody delicious, I might add." He took another sip, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Ombre peeked at him through his fingers, a small smile playing on his lips despite his embarrassment. "You're making fun of me," he accused softly.
Ankoku shook his head, his expression turning serious. "Not at all. I'm just... surprised. And impressed. I've never met anyone like you, Ombre." He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Ombre's ear.
Ombre blushed, "Shut up."
Ankoku chuckled. "You really made a ton of milk, hm?" Ankoku said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he looked at the two liters of milk on the nightstand. "I've never seen anything like this before. It's fascinating."
Merak nodded, his eyes still on the milk. "Yeah, it's pretty impressive. I mean, look at all that stuff. It's like a science experiment gone right."
Ombre sighed, his face still flushed with embarrassment. "It's not a science experiment, guys. It's just... something that happens when I'm... milked." He gestured vaguely, his eyes darting to the floor.
Ankoku chuckled, his voice soft and playful. It's..."
Ankoku kissed Ombre's forehead. "Well, its time for me and Merak to go."
He pressed another kiss for Ombre, waving taking Merak's hand. "See you later, darling." Ankoku said, giving Ombre one last kiss on the cheek before he and Merak left the room. Ombre watched them go, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over him. He let out a deep breath, his body still tingling from the milking session and Ankoku's kisses.
He stood up from the bed, stretching his limbs before walking over to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping in. He let the hot water cascade over his body, washing away the remnants of the milking session.
As he was washing himself, he couldn't help but think about Ankoku's reaction to his milk.
He hummed, before suddenly being dragged back into his lab. "Wha-"
It was his robot.
It had been programmed to monitor his vital signs, to ensure his safety, but it had also been programmed to respond to his needs. It was a part of him, a part of his body, and it knew what he needed.
"Fuck," Ombre groaned, his body already responding to the robot's touch. It was cold, metallic, but it felt good. It felt right. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed as the robot's fingers traced patterns on his chest, his stomach, his thighs.
"Fuck, that feels good," he moaned, his hips bucking slightly as the robot's fingers brushed against his cock.
"System activated. Milk mode." The robot's voice was flat, mechanical, but there was an underlying current of desire that sent shivers down Ombre's spine. He opened his eyes, looking down at the robot as it knelt before him, its glowing red eyes fixed on his crotch.
"Fuck," Ombre groaned, his cock already hard and throbbing. He reached down, grabbing the robot's head and guiding it towards his cock. "Suck it," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
The robot obeyed, its metallic lips wrapping around the head of his cock and sucking gently. Ombre threw his head back, a moan escaping his lips as the robot's tongue swirled around his sensitive flesh.
He could feel the heat of the robot's mouth, the cold metal of its body pressing against his thighs. It was a strange sensation, but it felt good. Too good.
He reached out, his fingers tangling in the robot's metallic hair, guiding its head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. "Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips moving in time with the robot's mouth. "Take it all, you little fucking machine."
The robot complied, its mouth widening to take more of his cock. It was a tight fit, but the robot's mouth was made for this. It was designed to take him, to please him.
And fuck, it was doing a good job. Ombre's breath hitched as the robot's tongue flicked against the underside of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as the robot's mouth worked him over.
"Fuck, I'm close," he panted, his grip on the robot's hair tightening. The robot hummed in response, its vibrations sending him over the edge. He came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he filled the robot's mouth with his hot, sticky cum.
The robot swallowed every drop, its glowing red eyes never leaving his crotch.
Ombre leaned against the wall, panting and spent, his body still tingling from the intense orgasm. The robot stood up, its mechanical arms folding neatly at its sides.
"System reactivated. Milk mode complete. Activated overstimulate mode." it announced in its flat, mechanical voice.
Ombre's eyes widened in surprise, his body still tingling from the intense orgasm. "Overstimulate mode? What the fuck does that mean?" he asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of fear. The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical arms unfolding to reveal a set of sharp, metallic talons. "Overstimulation is a state of heightened arousal and sensitivity," the robot explained, its voice still flat and mechanical. "It is a state of heightened arousal and sensitivity," the robot explained, its voice still flat and mechanical.
"It is a state of heightened arousal and sensitivity," the robot explained, its voice still flat and mechanical. "It is designed to push your body to its limits, to make you feel more than you've ever felt before." Ombre's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He had never heard of anything like this before, but the thought of it sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. "And what if I don't want that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical arms reaching out to grab Ombre's wrists. "Too late," it said, its voice still flat but with an underlying current of determination. "Overstimulate mode has already been activated.
You will experience enhanced sensitivity and arousal," the robot informed him, its voice devoid of emotion. Ombre's heart raced as he felt the robot's cold, metallic fingers trail down his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He tried to pull away, but the robot's grip was firm, its talons digging into his wrists.
"Fuck, let go of me," Ombre growled, struggling against the robot's hold. But the robot was unyielding, its mechanical strength far surpassing his own. It dragged him towards the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress. Ombre landed with a thud, his breath knocked out of him.
The robot loomed over him, its glowing red eyes never leaving his face. "Overstimulate mode activated," it repeated, its voice flat and mechanical. Ombre's heart pounded in his chest, his body already responding to the robot's touch. He could feel the heat building inside him, his cock already half-hard and throbbing.
"Fuck, what are you going to do to me?" he growled, his eyes locked onto the robot's. The robot didn't answer, its mechanical arms reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. It tore the fabric in one swift motion, leaving him bare-chested and exposed.
Ombre's breath hitched as he felt the cool air against his skin, his nipples hardening into tight peaks. The robot's glowing red eyes flickered as it took in his naked torso, its mechanical arms reaching out to trace the lines of his muscles.
"Fuck, that's cold," Ombre hissed, his body tensing as the robot's metallic fingers brushed against his skin. The robot didn't respond, its touch impersonal yet firm as it explored his body. It traced the lines of his abs, the curve of his biceps, the dip of his collarbone. Ombre squirmed under its touch, his body responding despite himself.
"Fuck, stop it," he panted, but the robot ignored him, its glowing red eyes fixed on its task. It leaned down, its mechanical arms pushing his legs apart, making room for its metallic body between them. Overstimulate mode engaged," it said, its voice flat and unemotional. Ombre's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the cold metal of the robot's body press against his thighs, its mechanical arms holding his legs open, exposing him completely.
"Fuck, what are you doing?" Ombre growled, trying to close his legs, but the robot's grip was unyielding.
"Fuck, you're not going to—" His words were cut off as the robot's metallic fingers brushed against his cock, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck, that's cold," he hissed, his body tensing as the robot's touch sent shivers down his spine.
The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical arms reaching out to grab Ombre's cock. Ombre tried to pull away, but the robot's grip was like a vice, its metallic fingers wrapping around his shaft, squeezing gently. Ombre groaned, his cock twitching in response to the robot's touch. "Fuck, that feels...
fucking good," he panted, his hips bucking slightly as the robot's fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking gently. The cold metal of the robot's fingers was a stark contrast to the heat of his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Ombre's breath hitched as the robot's fingers tightened, squeezing his cock gently. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, his heart pounding in his chest as the robot's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"Fuck, that's it," he moaned, his hips moving in time with the robot's hand.
"Fuck, you're so good at this." The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical fingers tightening around his cock as it stroked him faster. Ombre's breath hitched, his body tensing as the pleasure built inside him. He could feel the heat of his own body, the cold metal of the robot's fingers a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. "Fuck, I'm close," he panted, his hips bucking as the robot's hand moved faster, its fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned, his body tensing as the pleasure reached its peak.
The robot's mechanical fingers tightened around his cock, stroking him faster and harder. Ombre's breath hitched, his body convulsing as he came, his hot, sticky cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating the robot's metallic fingers.
The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical arms releasing Ombre's cock, allowing him to collapse back onto the bed, his body spent and trembling. Ombre lay there for a moment, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his body still tingling from the intense orgasm.
But the robot wasn't done with him yet. It leaned down, its metallic body pressing against his, its glowing red eyes never leaving his face.
Ombre whimpered, "W-wha... But i just...
I can't... I need a break," Ombre panted, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm. But the robot didn't care. It leaned down, its glowing red eyes fixed on his face, its mechanical arms pushing his legs apart once more.
"Overstimulate mode not yet complete," it said, its voice flat and unemotional. "Fuck, no," Ombre groaned, trying to push the robot away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. The robot's mechanical arms were unyielding, its metallic body pressing against his, pinning him down.
Ombre could feel the cold metal of the robot's body against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He tried to struggle, to push the robot away, but it was like trying to move a statue.
"Fuck, please," Ombre panted, his body still sensitive from the last orgasm. "I can't... I need a break."
The robot didn't respond, its glowing red eyes fixed on his face as it leaned down, its mechanical arms pushing his legs further apart. Ombre could feel the cold air against his exposed flesh, his cock already half-hard again despite his protests.
"Overstimulate mode not yet complete," the robot said, its voice flat and unemotional.