'Make me an army of Iron and steel, that's what he asked me, and so I made him another mono-doll.' Avarice remembered reading those words oh so fondly, it was from her maker's journal, essentially a peek into her mind! And yet, she felt more ever than before despite now knowing her purpose, that, she, alone; was meant to be an army, but was she as capable as her maker claimed? Or had her own incompetence thwarted her potential?
'I guess I would either never know, or know soon enough.' Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she brought herself back to the moment. Hugging Zeil from behind with his pants on the ground, her hands kept pumping his unimpressive cock. Vibrating her hand like crazy and jerking like a piston, she'd forced him to cum and cum again and waste his seeds in a toilet.
"A-Ava…s-stop, I can't!" He begged, but biting the lobe of his left ear she seductively whispered.
