Havoc nodded. "I think I have learned what I came for."
She stiffened, all the way to her warm core. "You must depart already?"
"The machines draw closer. They want to study me as I exert Glamor powers. That is not to my interest."
"Understanding. Then you must go." She lifted off him, biting her lip in a very human mannerism, stifling her evident urge to beg him to stay longer.
There was time, if he moved efficiently. The near future paths indicated some very interesting bypaths.
"Before I depart, I grant you three swift wishes."
"Do me again, your way," she said immediately.
He got off the couch, picked her up, set her on it prone, lay on top of her, and wedged into her crevice from behind. He pressed his hands down under her to take hold of her breasts as he thrust and climaxed.
"Appreciation!" she gasped, her buttocks tightening against his groin as she mashed her breasts against his hands.
He got off her and dressed. He sent Scent a mental signal to join them. She had of course been watching through a window.
"Who?" Sidh asked, surprised.
"Scent. She carried my ikon. Scent, this is Sidh Robot." The two girls shook hands, appraising each other. "Next wish?" he asked. "Meet my classmates. Meeting you even briefly will fulfill their existence." As she spoke she quickly cleaned herself and dressed. Even robot girls were efficient about such details.
"You care about them?"
"I try to, though it is not my nature."
She regretted the empathy she lacked. "Granted." He embraced her and conjured the three of them to her village.
"Girls!" Sidh called. "King Havoc is here, briefly. The real one. With his companion Scent."
They appeared from the houses. "Disbelief," one said. She had curly red hair and a slightly sultry expression, but her form was the same as Sidh's.
"Havoc, this is Siri," Sidh said.
He took the girl's hand, drew her in, kissed her, and squeezed her bottom. "Belief," she said faintly.
The other three clustered close. "Sivi," Sidh said. Havoc kissed and squeezed her too.
"Svea." Another kiss and squeeze.
"Sylv." This time she kissed and squeezed him.
"He came here to discover Shee's background," Sidh said. "I told him that. Now he must depart, before the machines catch him."
"Sadness," Siri said.
"Third wish?" Havoc asked Sidh, knowing how she would respond. "A wish for each of them." She might lack empathy, but she certainly had potential for it.
He smiled. "Granted. Siri?"
"To see you and handle you," Siri said. "We have never touched a real man." He started to remove his clothing again. "Sivi?"
"To have sex with you."
His exposed penis was already rising.
"Svea?"
"Vengeance for our rapes."
That was different. "Sylv?"
"Take us with you." So was that. "Question?"
"We will all be terminated when you depart, for violating our enclave isolation. We would like to continue our existence. We will serve any lowly purpose, if only you take us and allow us to be close to you. We are all crafted to love you."
"Problem," he said seriously. "I am married, with two prime mistresses, one of whom is Shee. Spot trysts are fine, but I can not commit to any continuing relationship."
"Understanding," Sylv said, dropping her gaze.
Havoc's vision of the near future paths had not prepared him for this particular one. He wanted to help them, if he could do so without causing mischief elsewhere. How could such lovely, sexy, obliging creatures be constantly close to him without alienating wife and mistresses? "Scent," he said. "Suggestion?"
"They can be bath girls," Scent said. "The position is open, they are qualified, and it is a role that keeps them intimately close to the king."
"But they are not incidental temporary workers," he protested. "This would be demeaning for women of their qualities."
"When the alternative is termination?" Scent asked. "Ask them how they feel about it."
"Endorsement," Sidh said. "We know the role of bath girls. Allow us to demonstrate."
"Granted," Havoc said, half bemused.
"I will direct," Sidh said. "I have authority as runner up in the competition. Siri, his head and neck. Sivi, his arms and hands. Svea, his belly, penis and scrotum. Sylv, his back and butt. I will take his legs and feet. First undress and clean him, carefully."
They went to it with a will. In moments Havoc was undressed and washed and rinsed all over. Their hands were caressingly gentle and competent. He was completely clean. Then Siri kissed his mouth, long and hard, and tongued him. Sivi put his two hands on her full breasts and caused him to knead them delightfully. Svea put her mouth to his rigid penis and sucked while she expertly fondled his scrotum. Sylv cleaned and massaged his anus with a slick finger, outside and inside. She had a sensitive touch, and it was a most evocative penetration. Sidh stroked his calves and kissed his toes, then clasped them with her firm thighs, making his feet feel like sexual organs.
He kissed a mouth, squeezed two breasts, clenched on a finger, stroked a hot cleft with a toe, and jetted into a welcoming throat. He was highly experienced, but this experience was novel. He was having five way sex with the loveliest possible group of girls.
Then they dried him off and dressed him. They had done it all within two minutes. They did indeed know how to be bath girls.
In the process, Sivi had achieved her wish, by having oral sex with him. So had Siri, as they had thoroughly handled him. Scent's suggestion, and their demonstration, solved the problem of taking them with him, as bath girls were considered part of the routine palace staff. So Sylv's wish could also be granted, and he rather liked the idea of further exposure to these creatures. That left Svea's wish for vengeance for their rapes.
"I can destroy the brigand robots," he said.
"Negation!" Svea protested. "We do not endorse such violence. We can't hurt them."
"Misunderstanding. Vengeance is normally a brutal affair."
"It is the humiliation more than the physical act," Svea said. "We are robots; no physical damage was done to us. But the violation of our sensitivities—that we can not forgive."
This was awkward, but also appealing. These were genuinely gentle people. Indeed, rape could be considered an act of humiliation as much as of violence. What was needed was for the brigands to be similarly humiliated. But how?
Scent had an idea, again. He read it in her mind. She was savvy in some of the nether feelings; it related to her unusual sexual passion and her association with a brigand. "Scent?"
"They need to be raped themselves," she said. "They don't know they're robots."
"Endorsement," Svea said.
Havoc remained uneasy. "Problem: who is to rape them? They would not be much humiliated by fair creatures like you forcing them into sexual expression."
"You, Havoc?" Svea asked. "As a Glamor you could overpower them and do it."
"Negation!"
"Havoc does only women," Scent explained. "Most men do. Even the brigands surely are typical in that respect." Then she paused. "But maybe there's a way."
"Speak," Havoc said.
"If one of them thought the other was a woman," Scent said. "Until too late. The right illusion could arrange it."
"Possible," Havoc agreed, relieved.
They worked it out. Then they repaired as a group to the fenced off brigand path. Havoc invoked his magic to render all of the women invisible, including Scent, and conjured them beyond the fence. Then he used illusion to make himself resemble Scent. She was a new face, so the brigands should not suspect her.
He walked along the path, like an innocent girl. And in due course the brigands, primed for this, intercepted him.
"Ho," one cried. "New meat!"