[ 2B sometimes finds herself caught off-guard by the ferocity with which 9S treats the machines, his violent prejudice towards them more acerbic than that of other androids. It's a cause for concern, even as an android produced to destroy the lifeforms... But 2B has to admit that seeing such viciousness from the usually personable 9S excites her.
2B should, by all means, be insulted by such an insult from someone she could easily tear apart. Part of her wonders if she should even be hurt, but a larger, louder part of her feels excitement for 9S' seeming hunger for his own self-destruction. It's so strange, she thinks, how they seem to be created for each other. As he falls, she moves to suspend herself over him, hands gripping his hips tightly as he protests.
2B's gaze is cool, though some strange, dangerous mixture of lust and anger simmers within her eyes. She looks down her nose at him like a vengeful, bloodsoaked deity, her hair falling into her eyes as the leather of her boots slips along the dirt, tearing apart the flowers crushes beneath their weight. The flower he gave her is still firmly, miraculously in place as she posits her hips over his, slotting his need parallel to the length of her slit.
With her nails biting into his skin, rough and stinging, she roughly dips and grinds her hips against his, the head of his cock teasing along the slick line of her folds.
Her voice is soft and cool when she speaks, low and dangerous. ]
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2B should, by all means, be insulted by such an insult from someone she could easily tear apart. Part of her wonders if she should even be hurt, but a larger, louder part of her feels excitement for 9S' seeming hunger for his own self-destruction. It's so strange, she thinks, how they seem to be created for each other. As he falls, she moves to suspend herself over him, hands gripping his hips tightly as he protests.
2B's gaze is cool, though some strange, dangerous mixture of lust and anger simmers within her eyes. She looks down her nose at him like a vengeful, bloodsoaked deity, her hair falling into her eyes as the leather of her boots slips along the dirt, tearing apart the flowers crushes beneath their weight. The flower he gave her is still firmly, miraculously in place as she posits her hips over his, slotting his need parallel to the length of her slit.
With her nails biting into his skin, rough and stinging, she roughly dips and grinds her hips against his, the head of his cock teasing along the slick line of her folds.
Her voice is soft and cool when she speaks, low and dangerous. ]
Who's the bitch now... ?