The Mech Touch Novels & Stories

I sat slowly on the edge of the bed and stared at my hands, these same hands that had scraped dishes, folded laundry, wiped blood from Grandma’s lips during her worst nights. Now they were manicured and trembling. What have I done? I’d let three men touch me in ways no one ever had. I’d let them claim me. Use me. Worship me like I was something sacred when all I’d ever known was the feeling of being disposable. I felt… dirty. But also… free. I reached for my phone, half-thinking about calling Nana back—just to hear her laugh again, to make sure none of this was a dream. That’s when the alert came in.

She looked over at the brave male right beside her to find him toying with a relic of telekinesis. "What in the world are you doing?" she asked him angrily. "Learning how to use magical relic. Since I can't do spells on my own I am going to need this," he said innocently to her. Yulvar couldn't believe her eyes. She was just realizing how shameless the hybrid was. He even dared to slide his hand and touch her skin. "I have something else to attend to, let my right-hand man know your decisions," she said to them and stood up and left the room.

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

“I thought it should be fair.” I thought about this for a second before taking a small breath. “It’s not just about haphephobia… I also have depression and anxiety,” I tell him. “I think the touch is what triggers it and it makes me panic. I’m sure when you looked it up you read that this could be caused by a traumatized past.” Luis glanced over at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said as we watch the varsity now warming up before the game starts. “I did read that, but I was never going to bug you about the details.”

A mech over six meters tall appeared. Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events, and the soldiers guarding the base immediately aimed their guns at the mech. "What are you doing?" a soldier questioned. "Die, Victor Wild!" The mech lunged at Victor. Victor instantly grabbed Jodi's collar and threw her far away. "Everyone, get back!" Victor shouted a warning. The mech pounced on Victor. It was a lightweight ranged mech, so it didn't have high strength, but it had a special heat gun equipped.

Ace seems to enjoy the sparks erupting at our touch as much as his wolf and I wait just until the sparks start stinging to move my hand back away. “Maybe we can try to breed the first offspring without you touching me. I seem to be able to touch you,” I offer, getting him to crack up. “You are insane. Do you want to torture me? How do you expect me to fuck you without touching you? I wouldn’t stand the chance as my fingers are itching to touch you now, imagine if I am inside you.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s unbearable if I can’t grab you to hold you firmly to be connected with you as much as possible. I want you all over me, every inch of our skins should be touc

Who knew what taking care of mums could get you? She took his shaft in her hand and stroked it teasingly slow. Her eyes were still glued to his. Pushed her chest forward until her boobs touched his tip. She felt his whole body quiver in her hand and it inflated her ego. She liked that she was doing that to him. She liked how his body respond to the touch of her boobs. It was a good place to start even though it wasn't part of her script for the entire adventure.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

“I’m protecting what’s mine.” Adhara emerged from behind him, taking his hand. The warmth of her touch steadied him; the fur on his arms receded slightly, though his eyes remained bright gold. “Leave us be, Slagle,” she said, her voice clear and steady. “Jarckon has done nothing to you.”

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.