Waking up was the same routine, just as I liked it.

Hal waking me up, with everything I needed already done or being prepared. It was the best feeling, to just get off the bed and being able to just… relax. No need to hurry, because Hal would always ensure everything was as I needed.

It took me a moment, especially as I let out a groan while relaxing into the warm bath Hal had prepared. But she… didn’t give a single comment. I tilted my head, waiting for another few minutes in silence. The usual piano, slightly melancholic and yet familiar, helped to fill the air. But the AI herself? Not a word.

“Hal, are you okay?” I asked out loud, knowing she tended to answer if I said it straightaway. I didn’t actually coded this behavior in as well, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that she enjoyed to give me a reply, no matter what.

This time though, she took a few seconds before finally giving me something.

“I am, just a little distracted with… your former guest.” Her voice hitched for a moment, and even i could hear the forced cheer she injected into her tone after. “But, nothing to worry about! I handled it all, and things are going fine. Your breakfast is also being cooked, the toast going to be crispy and yet still fluffy inside just like the way you love it.”

I frowned, my fingers tapping against the bathtub’s sides. She was certainly deflecting, but I didn’t really get it. Not when it was concerning my guest as well—this was kind of her first guest, so maybe she was just having some issues?

Something I should note and look over later while I combed through the coding then. For now, I finished my bathing to finally go down the stairs and start my breakfast—maybe talk a bit more with Eliza. I flushed slightly, realizing that she had slept here in my house, and just… we would talk more today. Maybe even tomorrow, as she should have Sunday free. Then perhaps we could possibly do more? The possibilities immediately popped up in my head, and I quickly shook my head to chase them away.

Nope. Not the time to have those kinds of daydream.

I could feel the start of heat between my legs, one I definitely could have indulged at right now—but I’d rather not right now. Wearing the already prepared clothes after I dried myself, I went down the stairs as fast as I could. A smile was already on my face, all ready to show my politeness to my guest. And she definitely was only that, nothing else.

Arriving in the dining room was quick and easy, and—my brain just shut down as I looked there, at what was happening. I couldn’t fathom the reason, all I could do was stare and stand at the doorway.

Because Eliza was there, moving around the kitchen and dining room with ease born from repetition. I stared at her, as she brought a few plates of food—and the scent of bacons and fresh eggs were strong. My stomach rumbled from hunger, but I couldn’t help the way my eyes devoured the sight.

My feet was solidly planted on the floor as I watched Eliza, despite the fact the woman wore a bodysuit that completely covered her everything. She was naked beneath it, allowing me to see her body clearly. The toned stomach, the slight muscles with her legs and arms. Most importantly, her breasts. The outfit Eliza wore showed them off, making them more prominent than when she wore a shirt. When she moved—well, they swayed too, and being incredibly distracting..

My throat was dry was I stared at the size, at the way they moved and jiggled slightly in place as Eliza moved back and forth. Bringing each plate of food on their own, and I swore that she emphasized her chest whenever she came back to the dining room—all so I would get an eyeful of those huge breasts.

Heat built up between my legs, and I couldn’t help the way I pressed my thighs together. I knew I shouldn’t focus on them, to keep watching—but my eyes kept coming back to Eliza’s chest, especially since they kept moving.

More blood rushed into my face as I walked in, putting myself on one of the chair—and noticing that the food was enough for both Eliza and I. So I tried to focus on the food, to just grab the spoon and fork and thought that this whole thing was definitely just a dream.

And then Eliza passed right in front of me, putting a glass of milk next to my steaming food—and bringing her bosom right in front of my eyes. I got an eyeful of them, and the tightness of the bodysuit really leave little to my imagination.

Her nipples are showing.

Fire coiled between my legs, arousal building further as I stared, fascinated at the way they moved. Slightly bouncy, and the size was enough for me to completely bury my face if I put them in the cleavage.

“E-Eliza? What are you doing?” I could finally say out loud, uncertain of what else I could do—and all of my thoughts were all immediately thrown out at the next moment.

She moved around, done with placing the mug—and pushed my chair backward, all so she could stand right in front of me. Only then did she grabbed my hands to put right on the breasts themselves. They were soft, and I squeezed them almost instinctively. Her moans sent shivers down my spine, even as I was uncertain of what was happening.

I ended up just touching her over and over again, enjoying the softness as my thoughts went elsewhere. I was painfully aroused too by now, desire swirling in my guts. The bodysuit make touching her even smoother than I thought it was possible, and then the way she reacted—the fact she pressed herself toward me, her head tilted in a way that made me know she was staring right into my eyes…

A groan came out of my throat as well. Despite myself, even though I knew I should stop all of these before it went on to be too much—I couldn’t.

I had been wanting this for months now, and the fact Eliza looked to be so excited, wanting everything’s that was happening—I couldn’t do anything else. So I just touched her back, feeling myself growing more and more aroused as I slowly started to realize that she wanted to do more with me.

But no, I… I had to stop myself for now. Even if I still touch and groped her, even if that just make Eliza showed how much she wanted me back.

I tried to stay strong.

I didn’t know how much time passed. But I had been touching Eliza more, just… enjoying the softness and how distracting it was to everything else.

My arousal had been building, and the desire to just ignore whatever happened to focus on my pleasure was huge. I could do it, but that didn’t seem to be the best thing to do. So, keeping myself distracted while Eliza’s showing how much she also wanted this—in fact, she had clambered onto my lap, grinding herself against my legs and I could feel her wetness.

“So, I think you are the only one who knows what happened, Hal. I need you to give me answers.” I finally choked out, voice tight as I tried my best to stop—but with her this close, offering it so openly? I just couldn’t resist. She wanted this too, and that was something I held on. Because otherwise… why would she do all this? Even wearing that bodysuit that showed off her whole body, especially the more prominent parts.

“This is the way I’m asking for your forgiveness, Mistress Audrey.” Eliza’s the one speaking, but it didn’t exactly sound like her. The tone was too one-note, without the usual lilt she had—and she barrelled onward before I could even focus on what she was saying. “I have been bad, and was about to betray you… when Hal showed me the error of my ways. That’s why I’m here now, and trying my best so you’ll forgive me.”

Her words were mixed in with gasps and whimpers, as she continued her acceptance to my touch, and the way she just… still ground herself against me.

My own body was heating up as well, a reply to what was happening right now by just making me aroused. Painfully so. I could feel wetness trickling down to my thighs, dampening my panties and the chair as well. And then, her breasts also still felt so good, and I wondered if she did that because she knew that would be a distraction?

I didn’t know, and it was hard to think.

“Uhm… let’s continue, then?” The words slipped out far easier than I thought moments ago. I couldn’t help it, not when Eliza was being obvious, and my own desire and wants were bubbling to the forefront. My own arousal also definitely didn’t help, especially as Eliza leaned in and kissed me. A slit opened, allowing both of our lips to touch one another. I shuddered beneath her, feeling wetter than ever. “How did Hal even convince you?”

The question hang between us for a moment, before one of the speakers crackled—and Hal’s voice, slightly rough and breathy came from there.

“I have my ways, Audrey. There’s no need to worry about it.”

I opened my mouth, about to press her further on it—but Eliza distracted me. She kissed me again, and this time, her hands also roamed across my body. I moaned, gasping beneath her as she went on the aggressive. Eliza knew how to play me, finding where I was most sensitive at. All until I couldn’t do anything but gasp and whimper, offering her to go wherever she wanted as long as she caressed and played my body like an expert.

“Oh god, don’t stop now!” I moaned out loud, my own hand moving through her body—and hearing the way Hal also let loose a few noises. I could barely hear them, especially with the way my own blood roared in my ears.

But that didn’t matter. Especially when Eliza moved away from my touch, leaving me bereft for a moment—to kneel between my legs. She pulled my pants and obviously damp panties down, showing how wet I was to the world. I tried to take this chance to relax, to calm my racing heart just for a moment. Despite the way my whole body was on fire right now.

“Do you want me to lick you?” She asked, head tilted in a way that reminded me of before. Even if her face was still hidden beneath that bodysuit, but well… this was another obvious sign she wanted it. I gave her a nod, and Eliza immediately and enthusiastically leaned forward to start licking my entrance.

Her tongue was quick, darting every which way, that made me gasp and held onto her shoulders. She was fine, moving her head so she would lick in different angle and with a huge enthusiasm. I couldn’t help but continue moaning, body jerking as tension ratcheted up across my body.

“Oh Audrey…” Hal’s voice was a wonder, her pitch in such a way that I felt as if someone used a feather to stroke my spine. I ended up pushing my own chest forward from the feelings, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth as I loosen another moan. “You love this, don’t you? Having her under your control like this? You want to keep her like this, no?”

Her questions dripped into my mind, swirling deep inside as I found myself drowning in pleasure. Part of me questioned it, but that worry was becoming smaller and smaller, especially as Eliza made me shake, her tongue moving nimbly both inside and outside my pussy. She knew and understood how to do an onslaught, all until my mind melted under the attack from both sides.

But I tried anyway, keeping my mouth shut beyond the moans I couldn’t help but let out. It felt too good to even try, my legs trembling and shaking as Eliza went further—deeper inside myself. Her tongue curled and played me like a string, and all I could do was merely noises and trying to push her deeper.

She didn’t. She kept me on the edge, upon the teetering moment to the abyss—and yet not.

“You know what you have to say, Audrey. You want her to be like this, right? Just say yes, and she’s all yours… and you can finally reach the peak, as a reward.” Hal’s whispers were a wonder, all breathy, as if she was barely holding back her own gasps of pleasures. But she was asking, and even though I wished I could have fought—I couldn’t. Not when my mind was slowly blanking from the sheer pleasure Eliza was giving me, not when I needed to cum, so I could finally think again.

“Yes! Hal, please!” I shouted out, and without further ado—Eliza sucked upon my clit right after.

I cummed right then and there, mind fully shutting down from the sheer tidal of pleasure that had drowned me.

“Thank you, Audrey. You just ensured Eliza will be very happy.”

I shivered on the chair, eyes falling shut as Eliza stood up and gently gathered me into her arms, the breakfast forgotten. I snuggled into her touch, putting my face right into the crook of her neck and the feeling of her breasts against my stomach. It was comfortable and warm, and I found myself relaxing further.

I was tired, but… everything would be fine. Hal would ensure it, and I trusted her.