Ask Zara to leave Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 5 by deleted_user

"Leave," you managed, the word a strained whisper. Your whole attention was focused on the thrumming nexus of sensation between your legs. "Please. I need to be... alone."

Zara's smirk was a tangible thing in the dusty air. "Of course you do." She began to dissolve back into shimmering smoke. "Have fun breaking in the new chassis, master."

"Wait!" you called out, your voice halting her. You looked down at your chest, at the full, heavy curves your hands had just been exploring. A morbid, practical curiosity cut through the haze of arousal. "What... what size are they?"

Zara's form solidified, one perfect eyebrow arched. "Curious about the specifications? They're a 34DD." Her gold eyes glinted with deliberate mischief. "A rather significant upgrade from your late wife's, if my celestial memory serves. Margaret was a humble B-cup, wasn't she?"

The casual mention of her name, the clinical comparison, sent a jolt of shame through you that was immediately swallowed by a fresh, dizzying wave of desire. The knowledge that these breasts, these sensitive, aching mounds, were larger and more voluptuous than Margaret's felt like the most profound betrayal, and it made them somehow more tantalizing.

You said nothing, your cheeks burning.

"Anything else?" Zara asked, her tone implying she knew the answer.

You shook your head, unable to speak.

"Then I'll take my leave." She dissolved into smoke and streamed back into the spout of the lamp.

The moment she was gone, the attic was utterly silent but for your ragged breathing. 34DD. The words echoed in your mind. You looked at your hands, then back down at your body—this young, alien, generously curved body. The shame was still there, a faint whisper, but it was drowned out by the roaring need to touch, to feel, to understand.

Alone at last, you let your exploring hands resume their work.