[ 9S can't explain his random bouts of ferocity. Likely because he can't tell it's an issue. But that hatred continues to burn in his gut, seemingly an increasing sense of being now when he recalls what they had witnessed before the birth of Adam and Eve. An overwhelmingly large, strange visual of machines assuming the position taken for the purpose of procreation. Much like the position they are in now. He denies being just like them, even now. ]
[ No. This is different. Because humans intended for this. And because of that? They're superior. Devoid of any consequence. 9S' eyes flicker with a spark behind them as 2B pins him to the ground. His mechanical heart is pounding ridiculously fast, beating against the silicon flesh which is pale enough to glow in the light of the flowers. ]
[ His hips are incapable of movement pinned this way. It makes the artificial blood in his veins rush, burn, his cock harder with the passing time. He wants to drive into her, wants her to crush his fucking pelvis again and tear him to shreds. Make him apologize, where he'll eagerly beg for forgiveness under the right punishment. 9S is breathing heavily, as if he's out of breath, glaring up to the merciless goddess above him. ]
[ He's the bitch. He's her bitch. But he won't say it yet. 9S delicately smiles, despite the way he grits his teeth. It's a feat, considering that he's compromised in the slick heat that teases his length. ]
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[ No. This is different. Because humans intended for this. And because of that? They're superior. Devoid of any consequence. 9S' eyes flicker with a spark behind them as 2B pins him to the ground. His mechanical heart is pounding ridiculously fast, beating against the silicon flesh which is pale enough to glow in the light of the flowers. ]
[ His hips are incapable of movement pinned this way. It makes the artificial blood in his veins rush, burn, his cock harder with the passing time. He wants to drive into her, wants her to crush his fucking pelvis again and tear him to shreds. Make him apologize, where he'll eagerly beg for forgiveness under the right punishment. 9S is breathing heavily, as if he's out of breath, glaring up to the merciless goddess above him. ]
[ He's the bitch. He's her bitch. But he won't say it yet. 9S delicately smiles, despite the way he grits his teeth. It's a feat, considering that he's compromised in the slick heat that teases his length. ]
Hah.
[ He pants. Neck craned. ]
Still you.