Slave Xico Is Happy

Xico fidgeted on the couch in Roger's apartment. She was wearing a maid uniform. It had been... altered, with some help from Mira, who knew a good tailor. She didn't have much in the way of cleavage, so the dipping neckline didn't do much, but the skirt was racy-short, and she thought the elbow-length gloves maybe made it sexy? If they didn't, she could always take them off.

Mira was sitting elsewhere in the room, idly texting with Tsuru, then flicked her gaze up to Xico. "Don't worry too much. Roger likes you."

"I know... that..." Xico mumbled, feeling a heat in her cheeks.

"What I mean is, when somebody likes you, they don't mind you doing nice things for them. Even if, somehow, it turns out he doesn't enjoy the maid play thing - which, you know from when I did it, that he doesn't - then he'll still be appreciative that you went out of your way to do it."

"Yeah... but I'm not as... sexy as you..."

"Guys don't-" Mira started, then stopped herself. Guys don't care about that. Except, Roger wasn't a normal guy. He was from an alternate universe where guys were like that. She let out a long breath. "When you like the person, they're sexier, no matter what. Roger likes you."

Xico nodded. She fiddled with the skirt to her maid uniform, taking a deep breath. Then she felt Roger's consciousness at the edge of her perceptions. She hesitated a moment before trying to listen to his thoughts, then:

I can't wait to see Xico. The maid slave thing with Mira was really fun - doing it with Xico will be even better. She's so cute.

Her cheeks heated up at those thoughts, a dopey smile appearing on her lips unbidden. Mira smiled out of the corner of her eyes. "So he's almost here, then?" She held out the choker to Xico, who took it, holding it in her hands. "You can put it on in advance, if you want."

"I'd... rather... do it... after he's here..." She wanted to really see him before she did it. Just a brief thing, to- to know it was him? That he wanted to be here? She couldn't quite put her finger on what, but getting a one-sided view of the inside of his thoughts definitely didn't feel quite right.

It didn't take too long for him to arrive, opening the door to his apartment. She hopped off the couch, turning to face him, nervously wringing her hands. She looks so good. She's so cute. Ah, she's not wearing the collar yet, so this is the real Xico- As he had those thoughts, he stepped towards her, and once he got close enough, he just took hold of her cheek and gave her a fierce kiss.

She was pretty much in heaven. Roger was being extra affectionate to her, in more ways than one, and she could feel the lust and desire boiling off him. I should double check if she still wants to do the collar thing. We can not do that if she wants. She shook her head hurriedly in response to that. That means she wants to do it? She nodded rapidly, her cheeks glowing as they just kept on making out like that.

Roger broke off the kiss at that point, letting out a long breath as he stared into her eyes. She nervously smiled up at him, glancing over her shoulder at Mira, who still had the collar.

Before she could grab it with her thiasyar, though, she was interrupted, Roger speaking up. "I want to igoss before anything else. I want to know you're completely happy to do this." Also, it'll be sexy to be igossing when you go under. Ah, you heard that, didn't you? She smiled and nodded, then reached out to his consciousness, feeling their thoughts intermingle.

She could feel all his emotions like they were her own - his excitement, his energy, his desire for her, his curiosity, his very high arousal. It wiped out pretty much all her concerns, being the center of his attention like this, feeling those thoughts and feelings washing over her as if they were her own. It felt so nice and fuzzy, that she wasn't sure Mira was right about her not wanting to do this a second time. After all, it would make him this happy, and she would also be happy, and she just wanted everybody to be happy all the time, so what would be the problem with doing it again?

Roger, obviously, pointed out that it wouldn't be the same once she actually had the collar on. While he was excited, he also respected and lo-

She blinked as that half-finished thought came through the link, her cheeks glowing instantly. He was about to think he loved her, right? Right?

They were still in the link, so he couldn't hide it. He was. He didn't mean it like a wife... but that was okay. Love was love. The tumble of thoughts on that subject was like an argument that took place inside both their heads, his feelings congealing and arguing at the same time, almost more like back when she was wrestling with her own feelings for him.

He liked her. Loved her. But, still, not the way she loved him. He loved her in a lot of senses, some less fun than others. He loved her like a friend; like a comrade; like a best friend; like a childhood friend... also, kind of like a daughter or student, because she was younger than him so he worried about her as an older person worries about any kid.

Though, to be clear, not in the way that would make it unethical to fuck your brains out.

The feelings were intense - but also, just like him, she kind of didn't want to deal with them right now! She reached out with her thiasyar, grabbing the collar from Mira and finally pulling it up towards her throat. She took one anxious breath, that feeling shared between her and Roger, and then snapped it into place.

They both stood there, expectantly.

Um. It didn't do anything.

"Mira?" Xico asked.

"It'll take a couple seconds to boot up."

As if that had been the go, she felt the collar crash into her consciousness. She didn't try to fight it, just letting it wash over her. It was sort of like letting Roger's feelings wash over her, in that it felt nice to give in. A warm, pleasant bath of feelings rolling around the inside of her skull. A sauna of love. More than just love, of course, there was also an intense, happy need to please Roger. To make him happy. Through the igoss she could tell that Roger could feel her new feeling like that, could feel his arousal spike in response, and that made her happy, which made Roger hornier, which made him just hurriedly rush to take out his cock.

His firm and glorious manhood, which it was her duty to worship and service, practically burst free into the open air, and she felt her mouth get wet at the sight of it, considering blowing him, then remembering that he didn't like it when she did that while they igossed and immediately dismissing the thought.

"Actually, right now, I'd feel in the mood to do everything with you," Roger said, his voice dripping with so much arousal it sent her head into a spin. "Let's start with that, in fact," he said, gently patting her cheek. "After all, you were such an eager beaver for it that it was the first thought in your mind. Plus, then you don't have to get out of that dress." He spoke out loud, but she didn't need him to - she was inside his head at the moment, able to tell his every word was sincere. She was already dropping to her knees the moment he finished the word 'in fact', and he didn't have time to finish the sentence before her lips softly wrapped around his cockhead.

Roger really liked blowjobs, she knew that, so she was happy and eager to give him one while igossing. Her momentary concern that maybe he would change his mind vanished as she felt the sensations he was feeling. Her tongues came to life inside her mouth, caressing his cockhead in all sorts of new ways that she'd never been able to before, figuring out exactly what he liked as her tongues slithered this way and that. Perhaps he really liked her more like this? She'd happily stay like this if it made Roger happy. Her tails batted at the air behind her as he reached down to pet her, and she felt his soothing emotions, telling her that she was wonderful as his mind controlled sex slave and as his cute younger lover too.

If she hadn't had the collar on, she would have swooned from just being called his younger lover - which he'd meant in the sense of girlfriend, wife, sweetheart, but trying to avoid formalizing it because he also liked fucking other women and Nora in particular. She didn't mind, though. She lovingly caressed the crown of his cock with her tongues, sweetly suckling on it, cheeks intermittently hollowing as she intensified and then released the suction. Whatever made Roger happy made her happy, and if it made him happy to string her and Nora along because he couldn't decide between the two of them, then she was perfectly glad to be strung along.

His cock actually twitched at those thoughts, a guilty pang of arousal making him throb in her mouth. She happily slurped all the harder. There was no reason to feel guilty. She knew what he was doing. So did Nora. They were adults. They just both loved Roger so much they were willing to wait, to try to earn his affection. One tongue delicately slithered along his slit, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her mouth, threatening to erupt at any moment, but she hadn't even taken him deeper into her mouth, her lips locked only an inch or so down. She could feel the various thoughts Roger had about coming too quickly, and tried to reassure him even as she slowed her blowjob - and when she felt he was reassured, she slid down his whole length.

Her nose pressed into his pelvis as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her throat. He was groaning, incoherent with pleasure, and she felt the burst of ecstasy as he started to ejaculate straight down her throat. His orgasm was like her own, feeling just as sweet - sweeter, really, since in her current mental state she only wanted him to be happy with her. Her thoughts clouded over as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him coming.

Then he peeled her off his cock, her tails beating happily behind her as he loomed over her, his dick pulsing in the air. His eyes dove into her body beneath him, enjoying the sexy maid outfit she was wearing, and her heart happily fluttered as he ate her up with his eyes. His cock twitched in front of her face, and she softly exhaled against it, her tongues coming out to lick and slobber all over the side of his cock, sliding across his length in longing movements that showed just how much she loved his taste. She could feel his happiness in her service, and that was all she needed to be perfectly, completely, content - utterly content with everything in the whole world, able to completely forget any stress or problem.

The only problem she could ever have, right now, was that she hadn't done a good enough job sucking Roger's cock, and the fact that she was igossing him made that easy to avoid. Her first ever igoss-blowjob - that thought made her feel momentarily awkward, worried she'd thought something that would put him off (the worst thing to do), but his feelings didn't miss a beat, and he reassured her without hesitation.

There was a pleasant satisfaction in serving him while igossing. She never had to worry he was hiding anything from her. She could instantly learn his likes and dislikes - even when he was learning them himself. He'd gotten plenty of blowjobs, but only one girl he knew had six tongues, and only now had she been able to use them while igossing, and those thoughts just made her heart soar.

She was a good slave for her master, a good girl for her man, a good fellatrix for his cock. A unique one, too, unlike Nora and Kate and Jill and all the other girls. She didn't mind if her master fucked other women - even when she wasn't wearing the collar - but she wanted to be special, and being able to do this special thing was incredibly nice.

There was the faintest tinge in Roger's thoughts that maybe she should get to actually sucking his cock, and she instantly slid up to the tip, tongues dancing around, slithering every which way along his length, as she slowly but surely gulped his cock all the way down. She was his perfect, happy slave, and she could read and feel all his thoughts, so of course she could (and would) reply to his every preference and desire. Her tongues danced around his cock, caressing his cock with a loving corkscrew motion, and he just groaned by way of reply, one hand running through her hair.

He contemplated grabbing her pigtails for a moment, and she would have happily let him - but that brief mind-to-mind contact led him to the obvious conclusion that he simply didn't have to. She could feel his every whim. She closed her eyes, focusing her entire will on what felt good for him, her entire being existing for one purpose - and her pace changed as she moved up and down his cock.

Her mouth slid along his length at the pace that he wanted most. He didn't even have to think about it consciously. She could feel her mouth around his cock too: she experienced his pleasure almost exactly as he experienced it. She could just place her hands on Roger's thighs and start to bob. It was as if she was jerking herself off with her own mouth, so she could perfectly control the sensations and pace, unrivaled by anybody else. He groaned in response to the feelings, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth, and he wanted to take his time, so she slowed her pace, just as you might slow down how quick you were masturbating when you got too close to the edge.

Sleek, smooth, thorough fellatio - that was her mission right now, the thing that entirely engulfed her consciousness. Her focus was utterly on that one, single thing, her wet lips smoothly sliding up and down the hard cock in her throat. She set the pace perfectly and exactly, slowing down when Roger got too close, speeding up when he was ready and eager for more. Her tongues caressed his most sensitive parts with the same ease that he would have found them on his own, because in a sense, that's exactly what she was doing. She could feel every tingle, every tremble, every spasm of his cock, and her tongues could seek it out to do more and better.

It was incredibly perfect. She could tell what her master wanted, and do it, and she was instantly rewarded with the pleasure that came from it. That pleasure washed right back over her master, too. Each wet, hot breath of her lips around his cock left her tingling and horny, her nipples scraping against her top, but right now was about his pleasure - and, honestly, it was her pleasure too.

In a way, it was her first time ever receiving a blowjob. It felt like she was getting the blowjob just as much as for him, and when he'd orgasmed earlier, she'd shared in his perfect pleasure. She panted as she pulled off his cock altogether, his length throbbing in the air, slick with her spit, his taste still on her tongues as her fingers reached up to jerk him off. She just looked up at him, a smile on her lips, happy to be right there on her knees for her master, happy to make him happy.

"Kinda weird for you to be so quiet," Mira said, breaking the spell of their focus on one another. Roger pivoted his head to look at her, and Xico felt his momentary burst of mindless irritation. "Oh, sorry, thought you were taking a break." She glanced back at her phone. "I have to be here, but I do like blowjobs, so I can join in, if you want." Xico could feel Mira's arousal, which was much stronger than she was letting on - she loved blowjobs, so she had, in fact, been watching in quiet arousal the whole time. (Xico hadn't been paying attention until now, because her attention was entirely on Roger.)

Xico and Roger shared thoughts back and forth for a moment, and it was pretty much impossible to tell Xico's thoughts from her master's. Right now, she was a happy extension of all his desires. One of them thought it would be sexy for Xico to speak for Roger, as if he were too lazy to bother to speak for himself, and the pulse of his cock in her hand told her that he certainly agreed with whoever it was. "Master... doesn't need to... talk, or make noise. I can feel... all his thoughts." Her lackluster English skills were still a problem, but the twitchy cock in her hand told her that Roger didn't mind. "Sucking his cock..." The blowjob with Xico was great, obviously, but Roger was always happy to have sex with new attractive women, and Mira was right there, offering to suck his dick.

The thought of using her as a contrast came to mind, and Roger approached, Xico not rising to her feet, but instead using her thiasyar to push up against the ground, invisibly crawling alongside him, but to outward appearances, looking like she was floating while kneeling. His cock bobbed in the air as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to Xico, who drank deeply of its scent, just like he'd intended. He smelled so nice. His cock pulsed. "Master wants you... to remain... in that position," Xico explained on his behalf. "He wants you to act... bored."

Mira quirked one eyebrow. "Not your normal thing. I assume you're still sticking the cock in my mouth, though?" She asked, glancing at it as it came closer.

"That's right," Xico said. Roger just took hold of the base of his cock, and slapped it casually against Mira's face, making her blink. Her feelings were some mix of annoyance and horny, a woman being teased when she just wanted sex. "Master wants you... to open your mouth," she said, and Mira did actually do that, her mouth falling open. Roger just casually slid his cock into Mira's mouth.

With her acting so disinterested about the whole thing, obviously, Xico's blowjob was much better - but it was exactly that contrast that her master wanted. He sighed as he pushed his dick ever deeper into Mira's mouth, hand on the back of her head, her throat swelling to accommodate his girth. She was an experienced fellatrix, and her tongue was getting into it, putting her knowledge of Roger's body to good use.

For a moment, Roger considered if Xico minded him becoming distracted with Mira's mouth - but only for a moment, because Xico didn't mind anything Roger did. So long as her master was making himself happy, she would gladly sit in the corner, her tails wagging behind her, and smile. Roger's cock throbbed and pulsed inside of Mira's mouth, as he gently guided the woman up and down his cock, Mira even shifting her phone to pretend to look at it.

She was only pretending, of course, but in a way, knowing that just made it sexier. Roger had the thought that he was using Mira's mouth to clean his cock off, while Mira thought of it more as a minor roleplay scenario, a sexy 'emotionless sex' sort of thing. Xico just smiled, enjoying the show, and even the sensation of Mira's mouth around Roger's cock, able to feel it like she was on the receiving end, which kept her intensely aroused.

At that point, Roger pulled out of Mira's mouth with a wet pop. She blinked a few times in response, but Xico knew what Roger wanted, and she repositioned herself before he just casually slid his cock straight into her mouth. He started to pump his hips back and forth, and she moved alongside him, smoothly bobbing along his cock, her throat idly swallowing around his dick. Her tongues danced in just the ways she'd learned he liked, and it took no time at all for him to erupt, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth, letting her taste him properly this time, eagerly gulping it down even as he continued to blow his load.

Once he was finished coming, he simply popped out of her mouth, leering at her. She felt a heat cross her cheeks, simultaneously rising from her core - he wanted to fuck her, right now. He wanted to be in the bedroom faster. She hurriedly grabbed him with her thiasyar, gently hefting him into the air, and pushed the two of them to his bedroom, seeming to basically bolt into the bedroom. Mira considered following the two of them, then decided to give them their space, and Xico hurriedly positioned herself on the bed in the most appealing fashion for Roger, spreading her legs eagerly.

She felt a pang of annoyance at her past self for choosing to wear panties, making it take Roger that much longer, and she used her hands, legs, and thiasyar to hurriedly peel the unwanted obstacles to Roger's cock away, tossing it off against the wall with one powerful jerk of her thiasyar, leaving her sex exposed beneath the ultra-short skirt of her maid uniform. Her nipples ground against the inside of her top, her arousal having reached a fever pitch alongside Roger's own, her thoughts an endless chorus of arousal and desire. Roger was similarly horny, and his cock just slammed into her without hesitation.

She moaned as he entered her. She wondered if, with how rough he was being, she would have been bothered by it without the igoss - no, that wasn't right, Roger wondered that, but she didn't know or care. It felt amazing, being suddenly filled up, and she was sure she was plenty wet for him already, a thought he readily accepted as he gripped her thighs.

From the shared space of their minds, she could tell that he wanted to hear her dirty talk, as he started to jackhammer inside her. Only sincere words, but also only things she normally would never say. "I'm your slave, Master," she breathed out. Were those the first words since she put on the choker? It didn't matter. "I belong to you... I'm your property... you own me... I want to be... owned by you... it makes me... happy..." Her English skills were so lackluster, even tumbling around inside of Roger's head didn't fix that. She should have studied English harder so she could speak fluently and eagerly, so she could have praised him and his cock and his ownership of her. "I love you..." Ah, she would have said that anyway. "I love being... owned by you... I'm happy... that my master... is kind..."

Roger groaned at that, hilting inside her. He strained not to come, but she didn't have any reason to do the same, and so she did, coming on his cock, letting out a moan of pleasure, her body spasming around his cock. He went cross-eyed as her pussy spasmed hungrily around his cock, as she did her level best to milk him dry, her lips wide open, her tongues dancing freely inside her mouth, modulating the sounds of pleasure that escaped her throat.

When her orgasm finished, they were both panting and trembling on the bed. Roger, because he had just barely held back from orgasming, despite their link; Xico, because she'd just had one of (the?) most intense orgasms of her life, panting as she stared up at her beloved master. "You are... good... and kind... and loving... and thoughtful... I know... you are... cynical and think... that I only think... that because you... because I love you... but it is true... you are sweet..."

"I used Vanessa's magic to clone myself," he confessed.

She smiled up at him. "I know, Master... I knew... right away... when we igossed... but, it's nicer, actually... you get focused... when you're a clone... it's... umm..." Rothka? What is English for it? Joyous, Roger provided, as his best guess. "Joyous. You're... you're only thinking... of me..." Her hands reached up to caress his cheek. "Please, Master, keep fucking your... maid slave," she said, a small smile appearing on her lips.

His cock furiously throbbed inside her, his arousal spiking as she acted a little more like her normal self. He grabbed her thighs tight, twisting them up, tossing her ankles onto his shoulders, and then began to piston inside her with reckless intensity, the bed shaking beneath them, squeaking as she just got relentlessly pounded like that.

Their pleasures merged and pressed against one another, both easily and smoothly fitting together. She relished being used by him, her body made a temple to his service; he relished using her, relished her love, her submission, her willingness, her eagerness. There was just a pleasure that went back and forth between them, an intoxicating thing that left higher thoughts difficult. Any time one of them would start to form a thought smarter than This feels good, a wave of pleasure would crash over both of them, lost in their shared sensations.

It took Roger no time at all to come like that for the first time, and both of them crested over that tidal wave together, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Roger grasped her by the hair, tugging her into a fierce kiss, and her tongues slithered into his mouth happily, sliding along his gums, his teeth, his palate, tasting him, enjoying the flavor of his spit. Her thoughts were a bubbling froth of pleasure, as she just got relentlessly, brutally fucked.

He orgasmed inside her three times before his body ran out of energy, his thick fluids sloshing about in her eager, tight sex, and he pulled out of her, panting heavily. His gorgeous body was lightly slick with sweat, and she leaned up, her tongues teasing his bare skin, tasting him, relishing his flavor. He let out a gentle pant of pleasure, one hand coming up to caress her head, brushing his fingers through her hair as she licked and lapped at her master's bare body. He enjoyed the thrill of being naked while she was wearing just a sexy maid uniform, and she enjoyed the taste of his bare flesh in its own right, her love for him making even his salty sweat delicious.

Eventually, her tongues finished their work, having descended down towards his navel, but his cock failed to surge to life again, not even with some gentle, loving licks. He let out a sigh, glancing at his watch. "Ha... it's been an hour and a half, Xico. That means we're only a quarter of the way through."

She knew the moment he glanced at the time on his watch, but she nodded. He gently placed his thumb on her lower lip, offering it to her to suckle, seeming to find that idea erotic, and she dutifully did exactly as directed, suckling on his thumb, tasting him as she looked up at him. He then got up, leaving her on her hands and knees on the bed as he headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to wipe my dick off, then try out the Coolidge Effect."

That was a sexual phenomenon where men became more physically capable of having sex again when they were presented with a novel female. (If it existed here, it was called something different in this universe, she was pretty sure; Calvin Coolidge had never been President here.) In other words, he was going to try using Mira as a fluffer.

There was a pleasant little hum deep in Xico's heart at that thought. She probably would normally feel bad for Mira being used that way, but right now, her whole world was Roger, and Roger wanted to fuck her some more, and to do that he was going to use the beautiful, world-famous billionaire's mouth to get himself hard again.

She decided to kneel and follow after him, pushing along with her thiasyar. He approached Mira, who looked up from her phone, just quirking her eyebrow at the pair of them, wondering if they were finished or something else. "Master needs you... to get him hard... so he can... fuck me some more."

Mira snorted, pushing her tongue against her cheek. "You're lucky you're such a sweetie-pie normally, Xico, or I'd be pissed about you saying something like that." She gestured for Roger to come over, reaching out with her hand for his still-flaccid cock. She gently teased and played with it, thumb running along the underside of his cock, then leaned forward, wrapping his lips around his cockhead. Xico shuddered at the sensation - Roger was still quite sensitive - and Mira hummed with interest as she found his hard-on failing to materialize. She slurped his entire soft cock into her mouth, tongue dancing around, at first gently, then hungrily, licking and lapping and twisting her head.

Roger cared about her thoughts, so Xico read them: she liked the novelty of sucking a flaccid dick, and the fact that Roger was continuing to let her blow him; but she simultaneously disliked the fact that he still hadn't gotten hard, which was like a challenge to her. She put down her phone, getting down on her knees in front of Roger (where she belonged, Xico mentally noted), and wrapped her hands around his ass cheeks, getting all the more frantic and energetic in her cocksucking.

Roger grew hard inside her mouth, and decided to let her continue to suck until she was satisfied, which meant Xico patiently waited, trembling faintly as Mira gave everything she had into sucking Roger's cock... then she finally popped off. "I'm only here to make sure you don't make her get an ass tat or something," she said, more to remind herself than Roger. Xico would absolutely get any tattoo Roger asked for, and was annoyed that this woman presumed to tell her she couldn't. Roger didn't agree with Xico's impression, though, so she quieted it.

She then cradled Roger in her arms and carried him back to the bedroom, laying him out on the bed - he had been on top last time, and he'd definitely worked up a sweat, so it was now her turn to do the same. She clambered up onto his lap, pausing for just a moment to confirm he'd rather her pussy than her mouth right now (he would) then slammed herself down his cock, letting out a hot breath as he speared her. He felt so good inside her, and she felt so good around him, his size and her tightness working together. She pushed down against the bed with her thiasyar, lifting herself up into the air, starting to bounce on his cock.

He wanted it hard - he'd been going at it hard, when he'd been on top - and she saw no reason not to give him exactly what he wanted, using her legs and thiasyar both to push herself up and down his cock, ramming away with intensity, her pussy hungrily gripping and squeezing on his cock as pleasure raced up her spine. The feeling of him inside her, of him filling her up, of everything, was so good, so intense - the only thing that kept her from coming immediately was the fact that she had already come quite a few times already.

She pounded herself up and down his cock recklessly, relentlessly. Her thoughts became more and more of a confused fog of pleasure, just a bubble of desire and arousal, Roger's sensations and hers mixing together in her head. She slowed down to try to drag it out, following Roger's impulses, starting to fuck his cock in much the same way she'd sucked his cock, angling herself and setting her pace just right. The physical sensation of her pussy was as important as that of his cock, since they could both feel both, and soon she'd found an angle that seemed to maximize both as much as possible, and was lovingly grinding up and down at a pace set by Roger, like he was jerking himself off with her body, but without even needing to touch her.

As if that thought were a starting gun, Roger leaned up, kissing and sucking on her neck, lapping at her collar bone, hands caressing her breasts. The pair of them tried to avoid coming, to drag it out, but it was inevitable that they soon orgasmed in that position, Xico moaning loudly, Roger groaning into her neck, as he unloaded a third splatter of cum inside her.

When his orgasm finished, he took several long and deep breaths, and Xico quietly rested atop him, closing her eyes and focusing on his feelings.

Luckily, he still had a boner, so they could keep going when he was ready, which they did.

* * *

Xico's maid outfit was completely a mess of sweat, and torn in several places, as she laid atop her master, cheek pressed into his chest, their bodies sticking to one another. He casually pet her, a show of gentle affection that made her smile and hum, nuzzling deeper against him.

There was a click noise, and the collar came off, a faint, ugly burning smell accompanying it. Both of them let out a simultaneous, alien groan, as Xico's normal personality came back in charge, the shift back feeling strangely more discontinuous. Roger grabbed the choker and tossed it against the wall to try to get rid of the stink of it, then went back to cuddling her.

"...did you... like it?" She asked, stupidly. Especially stupid because she was igossing with him, so she knew he did, but she felt like she should say something.

"I did. It was a lot of fun. But what made it special was that it was you."

Every sappy word was sincere. She wanted to avoid the heart-racing/aching that came with that sort of line, so she tried to remind herself that he was just a clone... but, she knew they were also, part of, his real feelings.

She snuggled against him tighter, just closing her eyes, wanting this moment to last forever.

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