FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0234
Continue to be steadfast and patient
You apply the oils slowly to her lower back as she sings, “O Osiris, what bliss!” She turns to gaze into your eyes, a serene smile on her lips. “Soon you shall feel whole, as you devote yourself to my service.”
Taking your hand, she guides it slowly to her breast. You work the oil in tenderly, the sun priestess exulting in the slow, deliberate massage that spreads to her other breast, now to her smooth belly, now to her firm backside, her succulent thighs, her sloping calves, her tender feet, until her entire body gleams in the torchlight as if she were cast in metal.
Suffused with the intoxicating scent of the oil, a warm and gentle haze fogging your mind as she mounts you. She sings to you of patience and love, her notes beautiful and pure, her body moving with your own in gentle swells and cresting waves.
You almost forget she is a machine until you climax, releasing inside of her, and she abruptly freezes, her statuesque body suspended above you, her imposing physique glinting in the torchlight.
“Hello?” you asks, waving your hand before her. “Sarastra?”-
She suddenly animates with an orgasmic cry, her body shuddering as sex convulses with release as she clutches you tightly. “No one ever…” she gasps, losing herself to more moaning as her body mechanically twitches. Finally, she collapses across you, her slick body humming loudly – but with a content look upon her face.
“No one ever chooses the priestess,” she sighs.
You wondering if that could really be true, your hand gliding across her gleaming, exquisite body.
She gives a final, quiet moan of relief and powers down.