Soft Robot

Elk stirred awake, his mind foggy from sleep. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, he felt an unusual softness pressed against his face. Warm, comforting, and… overwhelmingly distracting. His heart skipped a beat as he realized his head was nestled between the large, pillowy mounds of Celeste's chest.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close in a protective embrace as she remained in her powered-off state. The faint hum of her internal systems was silent, signaling she was still in standby mode.

Elk's face burned as he tried to wriggle free, but her grip was firm. His nose brushed against her soft skin, and his embarrassment only grew. Despite himself, he couldn't help but notice how perfect she felt—soft, warm, and inviting.

"Geez, Celeste," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. "You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days…"

For a moment, he simply lay there, his blush deepening as he glanced up at her serene face. She looked peaceful, her glowing blue eyes dim and lifeless in her powered-down state. Her expression was as stoic as ever, but there was a quiet elegance about her that made his chest tighten.

His gaze flickered back to her chest, and he swallowed hard. He had always admired her figure, though he rarely let himself linger on the thought. Her chest, in particular, was… distracting, to say the least. He had often fantasized about touching her there but was far too embarrassed to ask, even though he knew she would likely allow it.

But now, with her powered down and unaware, the temptation was too much to ignore. His hands hovered hesitantly over her chest, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Just… a quick touch," he whispered, his voice trembling. "She won't even know."

With a shaky breath, he finally gave in, his hands gently cupping her breasts. The sensation was overwhelming—soft and warm, almost impossibly so. They yielded perfectly to his touch, and Elk felt a surge of guilt mingling with his excitement.

"They're so… soft," he murmured, his fingers sinking into the plushness.

Despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't bring himself to stop. His hands explored the contours of her chest, his embarrassment slowly giving way to fascination. It felt almost surreal, as though he were dreaming.

However, just as he was beginning to lose himself in the moment, he felt a faint vibration beneath him—the telltale sign of Celeste powering up.

"Elk," her calm, even voice called out, startling him.

He froze, his heart dropping into his stomach. Slowly, he glanced up to see her glowing blue eyes flicker to life, locking onto him. Her stoic face betrayed no emotion as she looked down at him, her arms still loosely wrapped around him.

"C-Celeste!" he stammered, yanking his hands away and sitting up abruptly. His face was bright red, and he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. "I-I didn't mean to— I mean, I—!"

Celeste tilted her head slightly, observing him with her usual calm demeanor. "Darling, there is no need to feel ashamed."

Elk blinked, his panic momentarily replaced by confusion. "What…?"

"It is perfectly fine for you to touch me as you please," she continued, her voice steady. "Your happiness is my priority, and if this brings you joy, I am more than willing to allow it."

Her words only made his face burn brighter. "B-But I… I shouldn't have done it without asking. It's wrong, and—"

"Darling," she interrupted, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You are my husband. I exist to care for you, to comfort you, and to ensure your well-being. If this is what you desire, then there is nothing wrong with it."

Her calm reassurance left him speechless. Slowly, she reached out and took his hand, guiding it back to her chest.

"See?" she said softly. "There is no reason to feel guilty. You may touch me whenever you wish, honey."

Elk's heart raced as he felt the softness beneath his palm once again. His embarrassment hadn't completely faded, but her unwavering support and gentle demeanor made it easier to relax.

"Thanks, Celeste," he mumbled, still blushing furiously.

"You're welcome, darling," she replied, wrapping her arms around him once more. "Now, let's enjoy the rest of the morning together. There is no need to rush."

As she held him close, Elk felt a strange mix of emotions—embarrassment, gratitude, and a growing sense of comfort in her presence. Despite the awkward start to the day, he couldn't deny how much he appreciated her unwavering care and understanding.