Like his tongue, the spear he propelled in and out of me with ever increasing force was covered in spikes. I knew I should be in pain, but the roughne...s of the penetration made the entire ordeal that much more enjoyable. Taking full advantage of this, I gave in to the pain and arousal and let my lover pound the living shit out of me. This went on for a while before so much arousal had returned that I began craving more. Without a second of hesitation, I reached back and grabbed hold of his. Carapaces painted in bright swirls of color extracted from walnuts, alder bark and meadowsweet flowers, factotums stood around them in attendance. The girls had decided to individuate the automatons a few weeks ago, an idea that had never entered Zuri’s or my head when we were children.A tiny repeated vibration buzzed the back of my scalp, causing me to reflexively look up from my position under the fig tree, peering through its leafy dark green branches to the city above. Mother, I. Sure, they can make every kind of bread and pastry I know how to make, and it looks, feels and tastes just like the ones I made. For me, that wasn't the point. I want to make the bread and pastry myself. To do that, I have to have yeast. The Confederacy supplied me with a ton of yeast. It doesn't have an infinite shelf life, so I'll have to grow more from time to time. That's all right with me."The bread and pastry made by the replicators is just as good for you as the stuff I make. But it. Scott could feel the lubed up head of Chris’s cock pressing up into him. Chris’s rock hard body began rocking and forcing his member up deep into Scotts tight, lotioned ass. Chris would kneel between Scotts spread legs, gripping his inner thighs for leverage as he began hammering into Scott’s beautiful boy body. Scotts head spun, between the pounding he was receiving and the head injury moments early he felt dizzy. He was in and out of it as he felt Chris climb off. His body felt warm inside.