[ It takes no fool to realize just how careless of a decision this was, but 9S can't find himself to care. Each thrust delivers further damage to his lower half, cracking his supports and leaving his legs weak and nearly without feeling. But he holds fast, meeting each thrust of hers. He can't breathe. He can barely see, and 2B's tortured expression is likely the last thing that he can even partially process when his vision starts to fail him again. ]
[ Choking, labored inhales sputter against 2B's lips when she closes their distance, eyes threatening to shut in a potential loss of consciousness once her grip tightens. It's dangerous, wild, but that makes it all the more pleasing. 9S feels each thrum of his pulse like a deep pound. The words "I'm breaking you, Nines" echoing over and over in his mind, the cries of her promise, all seeking to hand-deliver his climax which comes unexpectedly harsh and fast. ]
[ The pleasure is unlike anything he's ever felt, and arguably better than what is gained in combat. 9S' eyes begin to roll back into his head, vision failing him as a rush of lubricant ejaculates and overflows inside of 2B. Their combined fluids beautifully dripping down his thighs and puddling into the dirt. His moan is cracked and tortured, much like the rest of him, the call of her designation coming out broken yet blissfully thankful. Even with little air, he manages a final cry, while the rest of him is left to writhe against her. ]
[ How in the world could anyone avoid this? No way he'll be able to after this. That is, if his body survives the damage. Which he will, though he has yet to fully assess it. ]
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[ Choking, labored inhales sputter against 2B's lips when she closes their distance, eyes threatening to shut in a potential loss of consciousness once her grip tightens. It's dangerous, wild, but that makes it all the more pleasing. 9S feels each thrum of his pulse like a deep pound. The words "I'm breaking you, Nines" echoing over and over in his mind, the cries of her promise, all seeking to hand-deliver his climax which comes unexpectedly harsh and fast. ]
[ The pleasure is unlike anything he's ever felt, and arguably better than what is gained in combat. 9S' eyes begin to roll back into his head, vision failing him as a rush of lubricant ejaculates and overflows inside of 2B. Their combined fluids beautifully dripping down his thighs and puddling into the dirt. His moan is cracked and tortured, much like the rest of him, the call of her designation coming out broken yet blissfully thankful. Even with little air, he manages a final cry, while the rest of him is left to writhe against her. ]
[ How in the world could anyone avoid this? No way he'll be able to after this. That is, if his body survives the damage. Which he will, though he has yet to fully assess it. ]