The World We Do Not Know - 51 Artificial Humanoid

“Ah! Aah! Ahh!” Deep breathes and heavy gasps ricochet around a large royal room. The items on the desk along with maps and pins are pushed to a side on the office desk. The black cloth that covers the red metal like desk is messy and uneven.

“Ahhhh! Yes! Yes! Steadily! Good, you are doing good!” A woman in her early 30’s, seems to be moving up and down. Her tight white shirt is unbuttoned just until her abdomen. The tightness of the buttons are pushing her soft, huge melons outside and upward. Her shirt is barely covering her swollen, perked up pink nipples that are begging to be plucked.

She is straddling a 20 year old boy, her knees are resting on the table on either side of him. Her short, black skirt is rolled up to her hips. Her toned, sweaty thighs are asking to be embraced, to be grabbed tightly.

The boy barely tries to keep up with her pace. His eyes are closed, jaws clenched and his body is stiff.

He could not hold it anymore as her scent is all over his body. Her hot breath is steaming off from her mouth and her tongue is wet with her dripping saliva. He instantly wrapped his forefingers on her nipples from above her shirt.

*Slap*

The woman slaps his face real hard. “I told you, not yet. They’re all yours when you satisfy me. For now stay still.” The woman says while pinning his arms beside his head.

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She bends lower as her sweaty breasts rubs on his naked chest. Her long hair is dancing on his neck and face. She tightens her womanhood on his hard member and keeps pounding down as sparkling golden liquid keeps squirting, she slams her lower body hard on him.

“Ahhh! Ma’am…. I- I cannot hold it in anymore.” The guy says while his member becomes harder due to the excitement and the slipperiness it is feeling.

*Slap*

The woman slaps his face again, making his face turn red. The pain, infused with love making, makes him more excited. She sits straight on him and digs her nails into his right chest.

“Hold it in you bastard! I’ll kick you out from my regiment if you let it out.” The woman says with a rather joyous smile.

She holds and squeezes her left breast as she digs her nails deeper into his chest and keeps pounding as her under cheeks slams on his thighs.

“Ahhhh! Uwah! I- I can’t, please don’t squeeze it hard.” While saying this the guy releases his juices inside her.

The face of the woman becomes disgusted. “Who told you to be so selfish. You useless piece of crap. A synthetic humanoid is way better than you, tsk!” Saying that she stands up as his member slips out of her.

“Q-Queen Shamian, I think we have a problem again! The regiment that went into the 8th dimension are not back yet, they’re not answering our calls either!” A soldier storms inside the room to relay a message; his face turns red. Shamian is facing away from him. His gaze goes down to the lift up mini skirt of Shamian, towards the juices dripping down in between her thighs.

Shamian turns her upper body around “What are you looking at?” Shamian asks the soldier who is gazing her bottom.

“N-nothing Q-Queen Shamian. Th-Theodore is demanding your presence and your squad.” The soldier says while stuttering badly.

“I will be there soon.” Shamian responds.

“General Theodore! Oh I see all the captains and generals of our house are gathered here as well. Are we all having a party?” Shamian arrogantly says while entering the hall filled with captains and generals.

“Shamian! Learn to respect others and attend meetings on time. We have wasted our time here waiting for you.” A captain in the room says to Shamian as if he is pissed waiting for her.

“Oh my bad… I was involved with a work you see.” Shamian’s shirt is still unbuttoned to her abdomen enhancing the beauty of her breasts. Immediately making the other captain feel embarrassed looking at her.

“Shamian! Take the artificial humanoids with your squad to dimension 8 and rescue our family if anybody is alive.” Theodore the 3-star general orders Shamian.

The man is 6 and a half feet tall with well-built body. He is in his mid-40’s wearing a long, black coat. His voice is dominating and deep mixed with his grumpy nature.

“I will definitely try not to kill the 8th dimension’s creatures.” Shamian gives a cocky reply to her general.

“Good! The reason I assembled you all here is to inform all of you. Our House of Asuras is taking a step further into the humanoid creation. We all know that 10 years ago ‘The God’ the most powerful person on Earth from the ‘Place of God’s’ the neutral country has made a powerful humanoid.”

“We have known the secrets of it with the help of Uriel who helped the god in making this humanoid. Unfortunately, though the humanoid has gone missing after it was made 10 years ago. But we do know that the humanoid is made of nothing but elemental stones. And so now with the help of Lucifer and our new ally, Uriel. We are making such powerful humanoids.” Theodore explains to his house with prideful voice.

“We all heard about that myths of that humanoid… I heard some old doctor took it out of our land. It’s a pity that we could not get our hands on it. Who knows how powerful the humanoid is if it did survive till now.” Another general in the room speaks up about the dangers of this humanoid.

“Nobody knows the whereabouts of the doctor or the humanoid that has gone missing. But if time comes. They will come to our land by themselves. And when they do. They won’t leave this land.” Theodore defines his passion and obsession with power and to create a powerful humanoid.