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The scaled blue lips landed on the synthskin, finding the resistance of that surface resembling

skin but with a hexagonal pattern possessing a white coloration.

The hands, just as covered with scales, wrapped all over the body, going from the pectorals, ornate with a flowery purple motif, to the blue pectorals, the thin abdomen, the limbs.

Then, a chuckle answered, with a voice sounding too artificial and modulated to come from a living being, the blue eyes scanning back the humongous scales-covered form.

“Already awake? You said you'd take it easy," commented Eli, his artificial voice filling the enormous penthouse, decorated in white and black furniture, all contrasting with the bright red outside.

But as the question came, Eli shook his head and glanced back at the kitchen. With most of the furniture being twice his size, it was only through interfacing with artificial arms Eli could prepare anything for his partner. From using the pan, to grilling bacon, to seasoning it, it all came to a set of artificial arms linked to the blue and white Synth, who, in that situation, seemed about to be gripped like a toy by the place's owner.

“I am taking it easy. But each hour spent without enjoying the day's a waste," chuckled Shiva.

Tall, or even massive, Shiva was not the typical demons that roamed Hell, poking at people with a pike or anything. As a prince, his status was royalty, and everyone had to show deference to him. All, except Eli. Even though the Synth was a pet, smaller in stature, Shiva… loved it. And enjoyed the Synth's presence.

Enough to rub his entire body while the rest of the Demon's breakfast was prepared, the artificial limbs moving to slip everything on a plate and pass it to the table with everything a Demon could need: a healthy breakfast with a fair share of protein, fat, fruits, and juices. Though it was how Eli had been instructed to be. Shiva picked him up off the ground like a toy and made him sit at the table.

“So… What's the plan for today?" asked Eli, glancing around, looking at its owner, who looked back.

With a smug grin, Shiva sat at the table, reclining on the chair, stretching arms and legs. Shiva's black and blue eyes bore that hint of malice as he slipped his hands behind his nape, minding his pointed-up horns on the way. His body, muscular and fit, covered with clearer scales forming swirls, was admired.

Admired… And soon to be worshiped as, when the eyes followed the pectorals and abdominal waist, it was to be drawn to the slit and then, what peeked through.

Two organs, long, prehensile, with petals-like ends that started to move around. To slip, to palpate, to extend while producing a steady flow of sticky but translucent precum. One whose perfume was intense, and whose presence was heavy… So heavy, you'd typically not find it in the mortal world.

Yet, it was not the mortal world. It was hell.

And as a quality of a Prince, Shiva could do anything. Such as present one of those cocks, whose end was wider than Eli's mouth by far… And head to the Synth. A daunting, almost dangerous presence that moved, undulated with the different “bulbs" along the length, forming the equivalent of “knots" for earth species.

“What's the plan? Feeding you first, and then working," said Shiva with that same smugness.

One which continued when one petal end stroked Eli's face, cheeks, and then started to pry on the lips.

By then, it was becoming clear why only Eli could be taken as Shiva's pet. Due to the size difference between the two, only an artificial body could endure what Shiva could dish out. And the Synth's mouth split open, showing an entire lack of teeth as the Demon's first cock slipped inside those lips. One petal, two, three, four… Then, as the fourth petal was inside, the entirety of the tip was inside Eli, forcing the Synth to crane his neck and open his mouth so wide he looked closer to a container. One that was getting filled and stuffed, inflated by the organ's sheer size inside. Due to it, Eli's body had to adapt… And could.

His hexagonal skin reorganized to adapt to the incoming stretching, his internal organs readjusted. And the artificial tongue licked and teased the organ as it released one bead of precum. One bead that was, to Eli, a wide gulp of precum that descended right into his “stomach".

“Stomach" that redirected the flow of burning hot precum to his internal machinery to consume and convert it. Still, another bead was released, and another. Precum was enough to kickstart Eli's artificial metabolism as he slowly stepped back, gripping Shiva's shaft to pull it out.

Finally, with a lourd “splurt", Shiva's cock popped free from Eli's mouth, allowing the Synth, then, to start licking the organ. To press his lips against one of the petals, close to the urethra, and deposit one kiss after another while his arms began to massage and rub the massive length.

A routine in which Eli had become an expert.

He didn't have to glance at Shiva's face, to observe the Demon's relaxed expression while eating his meal and drinking juice, to notice how pleased he was with his service. Eli did not bother to use the panoply of sensors and other tools to monitor his owner's body and needs.

It was a routine, something in which Eli excelled as he had his arms dancing over the length, caressing and stroking the soft blue flesh desiring nothing but to cover him with fluids or fuck him… And like a zookeeper, he was keeping the organs in check, changing from one focus to another. Changing from one spot to cover with kisses and attention to another.

Each cock had different spots where they were sensitive, each cock was slightly different in the position of their “knots", the same of their tips, or even the size of their urethras. The one on the right was slightly longer, the one on the left slightly larger. But both were so humongous, no mortal could take them… Could please them, could do enough as to scratch a need for them.

Eli?

Eli knew how to please his master to the T. He had in memory everything he might need.

It didn't take long for the Synth, as his body kept metabolizing precum, to feel the hunger drive him. A sensation that had been forced on him and kept him subservient. Nevertheless, it was also the sensation that drove him to excel and improve. The same that guided Eli in gripping the right shaft's underside, right by a vein, and to start squeezing the flesh there. Soon enough, Shiva's breathing quickened, and the Demon's relaxed attitude shifted to a mask of complacency.

However, that mask couldn't fool Eli as he knew Shiva was coming closer to an ejaculation. As those internal nuts would be pumping the most sticky, dense, and wonderful semen the Synth could have collected in all worlds and places.

And so, as he worked and squeezed, as he massaged and drove his Master closer to an orgasm, Eli watched the precum go whiter, denser, more opaque, if that was possible. And glow.

The precum, already sticky and musky, was getting all over the Synth, working on licking the liquid and clean up the twin cocks despite the constant influx of fluids. It was ceaseless, without a break, without a stop. But Eli continued to lick and swallow, gulping down another gulp he had only for it to be metabolized, while Shiva acted as if he wasn't bothered or… Excited. As if his prostate wasn't slowly preparing for an incoming orgasm, or if his heartbeat wasn't accelerating.

But Eli… Eli noticed it.

He saw it clear as day as his Master's cocks started to twitch and their movements were growing erratic, same as Shiva's toes. Then, as if on a cue, the Demon's expression broke into a grimace. A grimace, Shiva tried desperately to hide with a cough and a tissue to his face while it happened.

While, through his abdomen contractions, through the prostate squeezing and working, Shiva came. And his semen, no different than the rest of the fluids, was heavy and dense. And had a glowing quality that was… Odd. Yet, Eli opened his mouth wide and tried to fight against the tidal flood hitting his face.

He pushed with his motors, making them wince and work, and puff, while his neck moved closer and closer to Shiva's right cocktip, to the first and most prominent erection before he had his mouth locked against the urethra.

The Synth's arms locked around the cock, holding it tight and close despite its wiggling. And without further thought, he began to gulp and swallow.

The liquid, hot and steamy, dropped all over his face and body, covering the white-skinned Synth. It formed dollops around Eli while he was still and locked; with gulps, mixed in with artificial and amplified groans, he stuffed his stomach; despite the overworking metabolizer, Eli's belly started to grow round.

It wasn't so noticeable at first. The Synth's body was made to compact and compress the semen until it was a perfect fuel source for him to subsist on. But soon enough, the compacting portion of his stomach couldn't keep up with the supply until the skin softened.

Abs and pectorals were going flat and away as the flow of pure hot cum poured inside the stomach, forcing the organs to stretch and expand despite the blaring alarm in Eli's systems. Nevertheless, the Synth, far from being anxious, kept his head locked against the Demon's urethra.

He sucked and swallowed, massaging the length while his stomach began to push against the cock's underside due to the pressure.

Pressure that first made the belly form a slight bump, then go outward, then rounder, and rounder… Until Eli looked like he was truly impregnated with a belly forming a large portion of his anatomy, almost… One quarter, then one third, then half. Steadily, surely, the amount of supplied cum made the Synth go immobile and impotent as his entirety of his system was dedicated to the production of more tissues to handle the load and the storage…. Until…

Until even the Synth's arms released their grip, letting the flailing and moving shaft slip free from those hands. By then, the ejaculation had stopped, had eased. Only a few spurting, tiny compared to Shiva but enormous, were squeezed out of the blue-scaled Demon's urethras before Shiva sighed and chuckled, reclining further in the chair while holding a glass of juice. His eyes, beaming with malice, were focused on Eli.

Eli, who looked stunned and inflated, was almost lost for a moment as his processes were adjusting and the metabolizing inner works restarting, working double time to kickstart the limbs again. It was not a surprise for Shiva; it was more like a routine for the Demon, who watched his favorite Toy almost break down from his first ejaculation of the day.

“Hard to keep it up, Eli? Don't worry, I'll put you on easy duty, today," laughed Shiva, not even picking the Synth up from the puddle of steamy warm cum. He let him be as he finished his breakfast, counting on the pet to find a way to consume or clean all that cum while Shiva would go to work.

By going to work, it didn't mean for the Demon to be slipping somewhere in a tall building or an office. Rather to cross one threshold and sit at his desk, surrounded by a horde of Imps working to bring him the day's paperwork. Slaving costs, expansion of the different circles of Hell, and petitions from employees for fairer hours.

The Demon looked at it with disdain as most of his work was to approve or disapprove dossiers, projects, or ideas, before delegating to his servants of all types, shapes, and sizes. As a Prince, he could have also given all those tasks to one of his pets, forcing a mortal to slave away so he could relax.

But… There were two reasons why Shiva performed his duties on all occasions. The first among them was that he preferred to ensure his job was well done, rather than to give it to someone else.

The second? It happened almost one hour after Shiva was at his desk, with the constant flow of papers going in his direction.

By then, Eli had found a way to clean up the living room, from which came wafts of air fresheners and other artificial scents. They followed the little Synth as he stumbled inside the room, rounder than before but not as round as after the “load".

Dutiful and diligent, Eli strolled to Shiva's desk and then, without Shiva watching, the Demon moved his ass. He lifted it just a little while he continued to check on the paper.

“Handle my ass. I feel needy there," said Shiva as Eli jumped on the modified seat Shiva used. Instead of a typical desk chair, the back support cut the seating portion in half, allowing the Demon to sit down…

And for Eli to lie down on his back, with his face ushered between the Demon's massive asscheeks, pressed between the scalie glutes that were, typically, covered with sweat. A pungent sweat, the Synth picked up with his thousand sensors. Each breath was heavy with hormones, with musk, with iodine perfume the Synth picked up while outstretching his neck to have his face pressed against Shiva's rim… And licking the sweat right off the tight asshole. From the tight pucker that was the Prince of Hell's ass.

The tongue, artificial and entirely prehensile, danced on the rim and sometimes inside. It prodded the muscular entrance, found the orifice needy and prepared, awaiting for more. And Eli provided, giving lick after lick, using the minutest of control he possessed to, for example, lick between the rim's natural crevices, where the sweat and musk would accumulate.

Then, when he was done, he expanded his tongue, using the metabolized cum to produce more nanites to produce more tongue… Up until his tongue was almost as long and wide as his body, merely for the sake of teasing and pressing against the Prince's prostate.

And he did so, listening to the prince's groans and frustrated growls, appeasing the woes of administration through the everlasting massage Eli could unleash.

But it was only the tongue. One coiling and serpentine tongue.

Eli's arms were far from being idle. And though he could not use them to reach for the Prince's cocks and rub them, despite the extended organs protruding from Shiva's groin, he attended to a different type of organs.

See, Shiva might have a slit and keep everything tidy, ordained, composed within. But it was possible for the Prince to let his organs loose… And drop.

Such as a pair of testes that were constantly full and needy, and in dire need of a proper massage.

One… Well, Eli could do since he was in the perfect position as he strained his arms to encompass a part of that massive scrotum, wider than his chest, in a hug.

Or some sort of a hug in which his arms wrestled against the scaly skin, pressed against the gonads, exerted so much pressure it was almost a threat to the Prince's genitalia. Yet, there was no complaint or frustrated growl from Shiva. No.

Again, the Prince needed something to take his mind off the terrible and tiring administrative woes. From the senseless requests written solely to bother or nag him, to the topics that were out of his remit, Shiva had been needing such attention.

He moved his posterior, sometimes, clenching his rim so Eli would have a harder time wiggling his enlarged tongue inside the entrance, blocking him from delving within the clean but musky depths. He spread those cheeks at moments, welcoming the Synth entirely in between… And sure enough, his scrotum was sometimes pulled up and down to rub it against Eli's arms, to shift where the applied pressure would be.

In those moments, it was plain easier to ignore the thirst for murder and torture towards the silly paper-pushers… And to embrace the delightful sensation of having his nuts so delightfully squeezed. To feel the pressure on the epididymis, the tension on the spermatic cord… And the raw strength exerted on the main part of those testes. Each.

Eli's body was still metabolizing all that cum and energy from his previously-received load, as he did each day.

And with it, he had all the stamina to work on Shiva's for hours. When the Scrotum slipped free and up, perhaps for a moment of rest, it was to have the hands reach for Shiva's cum-dripping organs, on the feisty lengths. They dripped and dropped, they flailed and touched…

And after a thorough massage on the testicles, they were always on the verge of releasing a feast of semen, or already did.

Either way, Eli's duties shifted to squeeze and massage one cock at a time, to squeeze it from the base, over the numerous knot appearing and disappearing under his touch, up to the base… Just so he could squeeze out all the semen that might have been stuck inside from the lack of “shaking".

At times, Shiva could be lazy, quite so.

But it was something the Synth didn't mind, as he was diligent… But loved his work, better than the poor sods stuck in Hell and tortured… Or the unlucky few getting their cocks ridden on day and night by succubi or associates.

His master could be fair and gentle…

“I'm almost done with those papers. Finish this," commented Shiva, less than an order and closer to a mere statement. A remark Eli nodded to as his tongue moved, shifted, grew stronger, but lost in length.

All the while, the Synth's hands returned to the dropping and loosening scrotum, feeling and sensing how the testicles were growing and inflating from the inner pressure, from the excess of semen the Demon stored inside them.

At this point, it is clear to anyone Shiva can shapeshift and alter his organs… And in so, he couldn't or experience any pain or wound when Eli's arms outstretched, growing from the nanites that were provided… And wrapped around the orbs, ending with the hands joining and locking around the testicles, akin to a ring.

A ring that started to squeeze and close on the precious organs, massaging and pressuring them. It was a death grip, such a powerful holding it could be impossible to let those testicles be free. And Eli kept… Pressuring… Them.

Steadily, the pressure made the scales bend, then the flesh itself took a shape only a stress ball could. But no pain, no suffering, no depreciation could be read on Shiva's face. Only sheer pleasure as his nuts were squeezed so hard, precum started to drip from his twinned organs. One precum that was getting stickier, denser, and… Whiter. It was again glowing as the Demon reclined on his seat. His eyelids closed, his breathing relaxed while Eli's tongue hammered and massaged his prostate…

Then, as the pressure on the testicles was so intense, they were “split" in four… Shiva trembled. He trembled as the pressure on the nuts suddenly amplified and the organs seemed to deflate. With it, at that instant, a jet of cum flew beneath Shiva's desk and across the room.

Scalding hot cum traced a perfect white line, making everything sizzle in its contact, and then joined by one, two, three more. Then, the shots eased as Shiva relaxed on his seat, sighing and grumbling… And massaging his thighs while watching the lines go across the room, almost to the entrance door.

He chuckled.

“We are good. I'll freshen up while you clean this. Got it, Eli?" said Shiva, standing up, ignoring the slurping noise of his asshole tugging and trying to lock Eli's tongue inside.

He stood up, patted his thighs as the Synth's arms released the scrotum. The skin slowly lifted and merged back into the Demon's abdomen, leaving almost no traces of what happened… Except for the cum and its fragrance in the room… And Shiva's pet, dripping with sweat as his tongue retracted back into his mouth despite the appendage's absurd size.

For a moment, the Synth remained still, his body imprinted in the chair's cushion, forming a depression around him while he looked at the burning ceiling above… Then, without much more need, he slipped from the cushion, fighting against the sticky fabric before he jumped off the chair and attended to his duty, as in cleaning and making sure his master could peruse this office tomorrow, as usual.

It took only a dozen minutes for Eli to clean this up, to remove all traces of semen sticking to the wood floor or the mat, leaving the office pristine as he strutted back to the living room, finding his master watching another telenovella from the Earth-broadcasted channel.

From there, it was the continuation of a typical day with Eli listening to the screeching catfights while preparing another meal for Shiva, and again later.

During that time, his Master would ask to have his ass eaten and his balls massaged, to even have his backside rubbed and massaged while the television would to for another program. And without even checking his internal clock, Eli would find the burning fire outside grow dimmer to indicate the end of the day.

Something that was bound to finish as usual, as Shiva groaned and stretched, stuffed with another meal: brisket pork with sides. The Prince adored that meal since it was Eli's domain of expertise.

“Let's go, we need to keep you fueled," snapped the Demon at Eli, counting on the Synth to follow again to the bedroom that had been cleaned only a few hours ago.

Already, the scent of sex and cum had receded, replaced by the aroma of freshener and pinecones, a pricy product imported from Earth.

“What should we do today, sir?" asked Eli, climbing on the bed by pulling on the sheets, then watching the Demon lazily scouring the nightstand drawers. One opened, then closed, and another. He rushed through the drawers until he found something and clicked his tongue.

“I thought we could be snuggling and sleeping together," said Shiva, even though he held a leash and a collar. The Demon's cocky smile was glimmering in the distant light… And Eli himself had a shy smile as he approached, extending his neck.

“That is an excellent plan," he added, unbothered as the Demon Prince attached the collar around his neck, securing it, and pulled on the leash.

One yank. Not enough to pull Eli and make him stumble, but he felt the pressure on his collar as he approached, then started to climb on his Master's body, on the thighs. The Synth advanced, his steps careful, until he had his feet on Shiva's abdominal… And felt something rub against his posterior, palpating it, touching it.

Before Eli's eyes, Shiva acted smug and smiling, one hand under his chin and the other waving the leash's end.

“Good boy."

The praise was noted and appreciated, added to Eli's memory banks of their many other sessions together. Nevertheless, the Synth's face gained a slight tinge of red while his posterior was prodded and massaged, rubbed by the tendrils-like cocks. They poked, touched, rubbed, massaged, pressed.

And Eli's posture widened, his thighs spreading enough for the cock to get a feel of his powerful posterior muscles before… They spread it open to reveal the Synth's thoroughly abused and readied orifice.

The entrance was firm, rigid. But self-lubricated through a component that protected Eli's insides from any damage, eased the cum absorption, and many more advantages that made it almost mandatory for that liquid to start dripping from the entrance the moment the prehensile cocks played with it.

In the meantime, the Prince of Hell had his chin on his closed fist, watching Eli's movements and tremors while the cocks started to use their petals end to… “finger" or slip within the Synth's asshole.

“You seem joyful, Pet," commented Shiva, his voice singing and his teeth glimmering while the petals slipped further inside.

“It's… It was a good day with you, Master," replied Eli, feeling the leash's tug, enough that he had his neck craned and torso leaning forward, while his lower parts remained locked in place, controlled. Not for long, however, as the cocks' lengths rubbed against his legs, threatened to topple him while the petals were slipping inside. One… Two… Three. Four. Enough for one cock, yet they were two, both fighting to get inside the entrance that was getting wider and wider, that ass fatter, though Eli's constant modifications.

Even his tail started to seem “small" compared to that fattening ass and expanding thighs, to the entrance that grew and formed a blue donut, dripping with lube.

“A good day. I'd say it's a boring day, if not for your presence. Are you having fun with me, Pet?" asked Shiva, his voice prodding and his tone almost threatening. A play, a tease.

One Eli would have answered if not for the sudden thrust inside his ass, from the two cocktips finally slipping in. Every reaction from Eli was immediately scrambled by the information he experienced. His eyes unfocused, his memory almost emptied, even his articulations creaked while his body experienced a sudden expansion.

His internal organs, or the approximation of it, were suddenly squeezed and crushed from the outstretching anus and intestines.

And when the pressure eased, when only a tiny portion of the cocks were inside but stopped, Eli found himself in a precarious balance. The twin organs lifted him, penetrated, and impaled. As for his chest, it was bolstered by two of Shiva's fingers. Meanwhile, the Demon held the leash to force Eli's neck to crane further… Further, while the Synth's body was brought closer… Closer.

A moment that stretched and expanded, leaving Eli bereft of breath as he was only a touch, a finger away from his master. And found to have the Demon's expanding tongue going to meet his lips, to go for a long and forceful kiss, one he couldn't refuse, deny… Or even stop. Instead, Eli closed his eyes as he allowed the powerful appendage inside his body, stretching his neck barely any different from the cocks did this morning before.

And silenced, the Synth was spit-roasted, hanging in the balance through one tongue in one end and two cocks in the other.

Even Shiva's fingers were gone, but not the tugging leash as it teased and cinched around Eli's neck… And therefore, around Shiva's bulging tongue.

A pressure that was to grow and massage the prehensile and sensitive appendage while the cocks started to move again, two as one.

“You have such a resilient body," praised Shiva, his diction unbothered by his tongue outstretched. And through the praise, Eli grew redder again. From a mere praise.

Not from having his belly starting to bulge and contort obscenely from the twin organs, to have the slithering and progressing ends reshape his “intestines" until they bulged from underneath his artificial skin. Not even from the sensation of searing hot precum pouring inside his guts and further, already threatening his internal machinery with another night of recovery.

Not even from the pressure exerted onto his rim as the first of Shiva's many “knots" pressed against his back-entrance. Like bulbs or swollen bumps, those “knots" formed a long line alongside the organs. They were not located at the same spot, not exactly, hence Eli knew it was the right cock that was about to knot him first.

One wide… Monstrous, and gorgeous cock he had already taken before and would again. But each time, each moment Shiva used to knot him was still a threat and a difficult moment for the Synth's body.

This time was no different since, with as many improvements as he could make to his shape, Eli was limited. Each time, taking the knot pushed his body to his limits. And restrained as he was, he couldn't push any further. He had asked one day for his master to get the settings changed or to allow him to grow bigger.

But Shiva's answer had been clear… And it could even be seen now in Shiva's deviant smile despite his tongue lolling out.

Shiva wanted this.

Not the pain, but the difficulty. The pressure. The tension from the rim as it desperately tried to squeeze and lock the knot outside. It was a delectable sensation for the Demon, challenged and massaged on the same occasion.

As that occasion repeated that day, Eli watched Shiva's expression shift from that deviant glance to a satisfied… Ecstatic pleasure. The large Demon trembled, his legs quivering on the bed, same as his leash-holding hand that yanked on Eli's neck.

But the Knot was there and squeezed so hard, the “bulb" started to reshape and flatten. At the same time, Eli felt his rim beginning to break, the false muscles breaking down from the sheer pressure on them. Then, as the bulb started to slip inside… The pressure grew until the knot was at its widest point and… Eli's processors nearly went with a fizzle.

His blue eyes unfocused, his nanites froze… And… The knot was inside, leaving behind a cratered hole that was quick to repair once the pressure had lessened.

“A tiny but pleasant hole," cooed Shiva, rubbing one digit against Eli's bulging belly, stroking his cocks through the fake skin. The snake-like organs were so distended, anyone could have counted the veins on those cocks…

And yet, they were barely inside as another knot presented itself at Eli's back entrance.

The Synth groaned and closed his eyes, shutting all unnecessary processes to keep his mind intact as a second “bulb" was there. And much like the first, the Demon's flesh started to bend and be squeezed, offering an unrelenting advance the Synth's body couldn't deny until… until it reached the limit and again slipped.

Another knot. Another bulb. Another advance, another quasi-crash for the Synth, whose sensors were starting to haywire, impressing on him the pleasure and the need to… Let it go, let go of the control.

Still, Eli tried to resist.

Tried to please his master as his hole tightened once more for a third bulb. And a fourth.

Each was taking a toll on Eli's reserves and mental capacities. Each time, his time for recovery was growing longer, and so was the sluggishness in his movements.

So was the pleasure on his master's face. With already four knots inside, the Demon was a trembling and shivering mess. But there were more knots, more bulbs… And Eli continued, resisting the urge to let go, to “cum" like would the biological and magical entities would.

And each time, it was more and more difficult to resist as the bulbs cluttered inside his guts, adding to the bulging belly like egg-like bumps.

Finally… Shiva's leash-holding hand narrowly slipped as the bulbs started going beyond one-digit counter. Then, it yanked further, stronger than before. And the Demon himself had to swallow his saliva to resist the sensation.

Yet, again, there was a bulb, again there was the entrance that resisted. But this time, Eli had almost nothing left. No processes to cut, no more nanites to use, no more fuel.

Almost empty and sluggish, Eli only went with the moment.

With the pressure, the squeeze, the sheer volume that against his asshole until…

“HRMPH!"

Shiva's grunt filled the room as his tongue wiggled. But it was nothing like his twin cocks as they started to lash out inside Eli's belly. The bulb hadn't slipped inside yet he felt it growing wider again, an impossible feat… if not for a simple detail: for the sheer cumflow going through the cock and ascending, twisting, curling inside Eli's body until it was unleashed like a flood inside the Synth's body. One flood that stopped and shifted, reshaped as little round forms followed the flow upward, too, little bumps that were not as threatening as the “knots". But still as important.

At that moment, Eli released the control. His asshole didn't resist and that bulb slipped inside with its fair sheer of eggs. His processors were scrambled and… From his loin, a whiteish liquid started to drip. One routine he had no control over and couldn't cut. One that betrayed the bliss as his sensors were finally allowed to reset and came, then, oblivion.

His eyes closed, his muscles relaxed, his nanites eased down. And without even thinking, Eli felt like he was shutting down. Not for long. But enough as he barely felt Shiva picking him up, and taking the Synth in his arms.

The fingers wrapped around his outstretched legs, around his distended and round belly. They stroked the round synthskin, felt the cum glowing through it… And the round shapes that were Shiva's eggs, perfectly nestled. And while the tongue had been removed, Eli didn't utter a word as he heard his master's snores. Snores he followed, going for a self-repairing sleep.