The last savior

Aurelia notices Lucas's attention drifting away from the picture frame, so she clamps her palm over it and starts examining it. A jumble of images and text flickers rapidly, emitting a shrill noise before disappearing into her hand.

Lucas, sounding wounded, says, "Aurelia, I'm hurt right now… My feelings took a serious hit! Come on, comfort me."

Aurelia sighs in a very human way, then slowly kneels down and unbuttons her top. She exposes her ample breasts to Lucas, batting her eyes as she asks, "Do you want comfort move A, or comfort move B?"

"Let's do B… That mechanical arm of yours is way too noisy. Mmm…"

Just as Lucas finishes, Aurelia deftly strips off his pants, opens her mouth, and lowers her head. Her warm, wet mouth envelops Lucas's cock.

Instantly, Lucas feels a surge of pleasure. He can't help but let out a moan. "Aurelia, I've gotta admit, your blowjob skills keep getting better… Oh… Deeper! Having a tireless robot girlfriend is the best…"

Aurelia kneels between Lucas's thighs, expressionless as she reaches up to gather her long hair—mussed by the motion—and redoubles her efforts. Shimmering strands of saliva drip from her lips, intensifying the strange contrast between the erotic scene and her impassive face.

Her technique is enthusiastic yet practiced. Sometimes she pauses to glance up at Lucas with an almost childlike innocence in her eyes, then she teases the head of his cock with her tongue, or takes the entire shaft all the way to its base, the lewd glugging sounds unending. 

Each time she lowers her head, she swallows the whole thing down her throat—no gagging, no trouble breathing; not the slightest sign of discomfort. 

Aurelia's nose brushes lightly against Lucas's belly, and her luscious lips suck and glide in a relentless rhythm, sending mind-blowing sensations coursing through him.

"Ohhh… you're taking my entire cock in… oh yeah… go faster…"

With a metallic squeak, Aurelia wraps her long arms around Lucas's waist. From her neck to her chin, she extends in a nearly straight line. Her lovely neck moves like a motor, hair swirling in the air, and those flushed lips remain tightly sealed around Lucas's cock, bobbing up and down without a hint of fatigue.

"Holy shit… Aurelia, your mouth beats any woman's…" Feeling that irresistible wet, heated friction, Lucas finally can't hold back anymore and erupts in orgasm.

Aurelia tilts her head back slightly, her swan-like neck arching into a near-perfect line, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Lucas's semen. Still bowed over and using only her knees and waist to support herself, she cups Lucas's cock in both hands to keep any of his release from dribbling out of her mouth.

Lucas moans in satisfaction. "All right, finishing move…"

Obediently, Aurelia takes his cum-smeared cock back into her throat, sucking as she slowly draws back. Then she uses her right hand to squeeze from the base of his dick to the head, making sure every last drop is swallowed. Finally, she shifts her angle so that, as she's licking the tip, she's also rubbing her generous breasts along Lucas's thigh—making sure he sees her tongue flick every inch of the head.

When she can't draw out even a speck more, Aurelia still lingers in position, licking her lips and looking up at him with crystal-clear eyes.

Watching Aurelia painstakingly follow every step he taught her, Lucas can't help regaining a little hope in this future world—my god, a blowjob at that kind of intensity for twenty straight minutes, and a full-on deep throat without stopping for air!

"What woman could pull that off? Even if there was someone who could, would I ever get to enjoy it? "

Lost in thought, Lucas is suddenly jolted back to attention by a strange noise coming from above. He tenses up right away. Until he finds a way home to 21st-century Earth—or ensures he can roam freely around here—he can't afford to let his guard down. 

Shooting Aurelia a glance, he gestures for her to get up. Then he shoulders their food supplies and heads deeper into the shelter.

"Well… at least I know I'm still on Earth, and not in some alternate fantasy land," Lucas mutters, curling his lip. He tightens his backpack and navigates the bunkers like he's been there a hundred times, eventually reaching a hall that looks relatively clean.

"Bang!" He tosses the backpack to the ground, then flops straight onto a stone platform lined with straw. Cracking a grin at Aurelia standing nearby, Lucas says, "No idea what we'll be able to trade for with this stuff we stole. Now that I'm sure this is Earth, the best part's gotta be seeing the look on old Gadget's face, hahaha."

Aurelia's gaze flickers. She responds with a cold smile, just hinting at a lift in one corner of her mouth.

Light filters in from who knows where, illuminating only two stone platforms in the hall. Lucas is sprawled on one; the other is piled with all sorts of oddball junk—stuff he's scavenged on his earlier runs.

The floor and walls are covered with weird scribbles and symbols. No one can quite tell what material the place is made of—it resembles both steel and concrete, giving off a vibe of sturdy, unyielding security.

Aurelia stands quietly behind Lucas. The faint light catches her figure, giving her an almost crystalline glow.

Lucas flips over, happily admiring Aurelia's stunning face as he casually plays with a blade of dried grass between his teeth, letting the light shine on his skin.

From Lucas's perspective, whether it's 21st-century Earth or this futuristic era, the differences don't really matter. He's a laid-back guy—as long as there's a gorgeous girlfriend and fast food, he can settle just about anywhere.

At least they do have something like fast food here, and his girlfriend's now a gorgeous, obedient android who never ages or argues—for Lucas, that's not a bad start at all.