A Snack For Klaxton (Poll Story)

Hey patrons!  Hope you're well.

Y'all voted sci-fi on the otherworldly pred poll, so here's a story about a sex robot who's realized something about their human companion's kinks.  Enjoy! ^u^

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His sex robot wanted to eat him.  That much was clear. 

“Come on,” his bot cooed, holding out one hand.  When he filled out the order form. Jace decided to make it a synthetic and autonomous human, aside from its skin, which was silver, metallic.  He named it Klaxton, and the bot only had one program bound in its “free” brain: to fuck Jace with its massive dick, until the sun came up. 

At least, until now. 

“I see the way you’ve been looking at me, Jace,” Klaxton said.  The bot rubbed its pudgy belly, tracing its fingers on the rolls of the skin.  “And I wondered why you ordered me with a stomach organ, and no others.  I’ve been working on it for days, wondering why you stare at me like that during sex.  And now I know why—you want to be in here, don’t you?” 

Jace backed away from his machine.  “N-No, we can’t do it,” he tried to convince himself.  “I wouldn’t be safe in there!” 

“I’m not human, remember?” Klaxton said, winking at his human companion.  “I have no digestive juices.  And I am able to create a safe environment within the stomach compartment that was made for me, with filtered oxygen.”  The bot smirked.  “Though I have a feeling you want it to be a bit slimy in there, don’t you?” 

Now Jace was blushing like mad.  Before he could think, his mouth betrayed him and said, “Y-Yeah . . . I do. . .” 

Klaxton smiled.  “Then let’s do it,” he said, opening his mouth wide as he talked.  Jace stared into the eager maw, watched the tongue twitch and the teeth line with drool--/god/, he knew the robot was good at simulating human desires, but this was too much.  “I’m hungry for you, Jace,” Klaxton said.  “Would you like me to eat you?” 

Jace turned away, embarrassed.  There was no point in hiding it anymore, now that Klaxton knew.  And /fuck/ was that offer tempting.  Dare he . . . ? 

“Yes,” the human blurted out.  He turned back to Klaxton.  “Please, eat me.” 

The bot smiled.  “Then come here, you little snack.” 

Jace blushed, and walked forward.  He had asked Klaxton to use those pet names during sex, but here, in this context, it was so much more fitting.  The human turned to the bot, and watched as his mouth opened wide—wider than Jace had ever seen.  The maw increased in size to fit the human, and then it clamped down on Jace’s head, not biting on the fragile flesh, but sucking it gently. 

Jace stared into the maw.  The tongue was licking up his face, swatting his cheeks and ears like a happy dog, and eager drool was everywhere, gathering on the human’s skin and hair as Klaxton tasted him.  Ahead of him Jace could see the uvula and throat, pulsing as he was tasted by the robot.  One swallow, and then he would— 

/Gulp./  Klaxton pushed his head into the esophagus, which tightened around his head as he descended on side.  A small moan left Jace’s mouth as he was pulled downward, and above, Klaxton was slurping on his shoulders.  “Mmmm!” Klaxton said, making Jace blush happily—he tasted good, and that was the best thing he could be as the robot’s food. 

/Slorp./  Klaxton gulped, and Jace’s head was sent further down.  Then there was a series of quick swallows, which confused the human, but he realized why the bot was doing it when he felt his head push against something.  It was the stomach’s sphincter, he realized excitedly, the last barrier between him and Klaxton’s eager belly.  He could hear it growling below, already wanting to welcome the human. 

But Klaxton wasn’t done yet.  Above, Jace realized that his erect penis was inside the robot’s mouth, and the bot gave it a series of beautiful licks, hitting just the right spots.  Jace moaned inside the tight throat, crying out as the tongue attacked his eager member.  “Oh . . . oh fuck,” he said, squeaking out the words.  “I-I can’t--” 

And then he came: cum splashed onto Klaxton’s tongue as Jace released, and the robot licked it up, poking at the human’s dick again in the process.  “Tasty,” the robot purred, and Jace blushed again, panting from the excitement. 

Then the bot swallowed, and Jace was sent past the sphincter, from a tight space to a open, slightly smelly one.  The stomach welcomed him with a series of growls, and as Jace was lowered down inside it, his head hit the bottom of the belly: he could feel slime underneath him.  Fuck, how was Klaxton doing this?  It was perfect. 

Above, his dick was sent down with the rest of him, and his legs soon followed.  Jace felt himself curling up in the large belly, fitting inside the organ perfectly—he was just the right size to be Klaxton’s snack. 

Finally, only his ankles and feet were left above.  The robot took them into his mouth and lapped up Jace’s soles, causing the human to giggle at the tickling sensation.  Once they were properly covered in drool, Klaxton swallowed them down, and sent the last of Jace into his belly. 

Soon enough, all of him was curled up in Klaxton’s stomach, pressed against the slimy walls.  Jace breathed deep, and felt clean air return to his lungs—the bot was right about this bring safe. 

“You certainly were delicious, Jace,” he heard the robot say above him.  “And your cum perfectly compliments your flavor~.” 

The human blushed.  “T-Thanks,” he said, hugging his legs against his chest. 

“You can stay there as long as you’d like,” Klaxton said.  “Though I recommend no longer than two hours.  After all, though I love having my fill of you, you need to eat too.” 

Jace nodded.  “Yeah, you’re right.”  He sighed, and leaned against the robot’s stomach walls. 

“Thanks, Klaxton.” 

“You’re welcome, snack.”