“You, on the other hand, are my lemon whore,” he whispers seducingly. Exarate barely suppresses the shiver that rolls through his frame at the comment; even the tree behind them shakes at the sheer sensuality in the sentence. It drops a lemon. “Wear the ring,” he orders – then moves to stop Exa as he tries to slip it onto a finger. “Not there.” His eyes slip down to the robot's cock.
“O-oh.” Exarate blushes, but does as he's ordered, spreading his legs and slowly sliding the ring onto his shaft. He moans softly as he does so, a static-filled hiss of air as he leans back against the tree to support himself. The lemon tree almost seems to embrace him with its branches…
“I think the tree likes you,” Ahk’khari says, and Exarate’s optics widen to realise the tree had, in fact, embraced him. In a rather compromising position, too, with his legs spread and held up while his arms were bound to the tree. Neither participant seems to notice the sheer lack in logic (or awesomeness) of the situation; instead, the hybrid leans in close, running a single finger along Exarate’s cock and making him twitch. “Are you ready?”
“For what?” Exarate asks, nervously ejaculating. His seed smelled like lemons. Must’ve been the ring.
“For me to find the lemon that was hidden inside you all along,” Ahk'khari whispers, his voice sensually sensuous. He readies both of his cocks, accidentally slapping Exarate in the face twice with how big and long both of them were. There’s probably a war god crying somewhere because Ahk’khari’s dicks are longer. And he has two.
“L-lemon?” Exarate asks, just before he gets slapped in the face. He opens his mouth to elaborate in his question just as the second one gets him, at which point he stares ahead with a dazed sort of expression. “So… much… dingle…”
“Too much for you to handle,” Ahk’khari agrees with a nod, and with a single thrust, shoves both of his cocks inside of the robot.
Thankfully, being a robot, he’s far more resilient than some vampire lady he’s more than capable of stretching enough to accommodate both of large shafts. Rather than split in half like the vampire lady should have, he moans out loud instead, squirming in the grip of the tree. It ejaculates a lemon on his head to stop him from squirming, quite successfully.
“Ahk’khari…” Exarate whimpers. “You’re so sexy my cock is enlarging.”
“Just you wait,” Ahk’khari responds with a smirk. “I haven’t even found the lemon yet.”
“What lemo-” Exarate’s cut off by a gasp as the hybrid thrusts in a second time, both shafts hitting something in his tight lemony butt that made his hips jerk upwards as he gasps. Had Ahk’khari been any shorter, his own throbbing dick might have taken out the hybrid’s eye, considering how his dick was embiggening.
“There it is~” the hybrid comments with a grin. He slaps Exarate’s ass for emphasis, making the robot yelp and whimper. “The lemon was inside you all along~”
“H-how did you know about my lemon?” Exarate asks, shuddering as the hybrid began to hammer in and out of him with both of his love branches.
“No self-respecting lemon whore wouldn’t keep a lemon hidden somewhere,” Ahk’khari explains majestidickalilly, running a comforting hand along the robot’s jawline. Exa seems to take this as a romantic gesture and leans into it, nuzzling into the hyrbid’s hand.
“You smell better than lemons…” he says, dazed.
“Do I fuck better than lemons, too?” Ahk’khari asks with a smirk, the twin hammers of love pounding their way into the robot.
Exarate groans lowly. “Yeeeesssss,” he says, dragging out the word in a way that made it sound like a duck that was high, only he wasn’t high and he wasn’t a duck. He pushes himself down on Ahk’khari, desperate to be filled with more; even the tree seems to encourage him with the way it shudders against him. Or maybe that was just the wind.
“Good,” the hybrid says. “Now we’re going to make some lemon juice.”
He proceeds to juice Exa’s lemon as hard as he can, slamming his cocks in and out of the robot like a bull repeatedly charging into a steel door. Each time, both of his cocks hit the lemon residing inside the robot, making his arch with pleasure and desire; each time, a little more juice leaks out of Exa’s cock. He whimpers, the ring making it difficult for any more to escape.
“P-please…” he whispers. Ahk’khari seems to get the hint, swiftly pulling off the robot’s ring-turned-cock-ring with the next thrust. A spray of his seed abruptly bursts out of his cock and lands on him, just as the tree shudders again and drops lemons everywhere. “I-I taste like lemonade…” Exarate says, confused. He seems to dismiss the thought quickly enough, licking up his own seed through Ahk’khari’s thrusts.
The hybrid thrusts a few more times with a low groan before his own seed releases into Exarate, the robot panting desperately at the warm dingleberry juice filling his gut. The robot whines. “Ahk’khari… I know you won’t be my lemon tree, but can I... be your lemon?”
Ahk’khari smirks, producing a collar out of nowhere. “Thought you’d never ask.”
As he snaps it on to Exarate, the lemon tree abruptly releases him. Both Ahk’khari and Exarate look up to see blue eyes glaring down at them. “I was trying to sleep,” Dek’kone growls. “You both better prepare your lemons.”
