​     "I love you."

     Whisper uttered these three words with utter sincerity. It was what he had Delphi program into all the Whispers he'd designed for Grelock's pleasure, and that sincerity grew with each new Whisper Hrrm's Hive created for him. He knew he'd gotten an extra special Whisper this time, though, when he thought, as he sometimes did, ooo, I'd love to take this one home with me, get a taste of that sincere love every single day. I wonder how much that would cost me?

     Whisper stood on her tippy toes so she could cover his mouth with hers, and her tongue slid between his teeth tentatively, as if she didn't feel sure what she might find beyond, which, again, was how he liked his Whispers.

     As they kissed, Whisper reached down to touch, then caress, his massive cock, with special attention paid to the tender head. The warm, dripping Clean made everything sterile and slick.

     "I need you in my mouth," she muttered in his ear, and, she said it with such loving compassion, Grelock thought, again, ooo, I do so very much like this Whisper. I know I'm going to regret having her pulped when all this is over.

​     Grelock leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

     "I'll permit you," he said.

     Delphi designed Whisper's mouth to be just big enough to take in Grelock's branch-sized dick. To take it into her mouth all the way to the balls, she had to get on her hands and knees and open her throat so that his sex stick could travel all the way down her windpipe to her stomach, leaving plenty of saliva in her mouth so that his penis could slide easily in and out, in and out.

     And, as she sucked on him, she continued to stroke him with slick, Clean-dripping fingers. 

     Grelock felt himself start to climax. No! Not yet! 

     Whisper felt the edges of Grelock's dickhead harden inside her mouth. 

     Time to stop for a moment or two. 

     She looked him full in the eyes. She loved him so much.

     The next words out of her mouth were, of course, scripted.

     Still, this Whisper made the words sound so natural.

     "Something's troubling you," she said. "I can sense it. What's wrong? Tell me all about it. Tell me all about yourself while I continue to massage your glorious manhood." 

CONTINUE