[ 9S experimentation threatens to undo her, just like everything else about him. 2B's cerebral processors have long since come to a stuttering halt, her vision going blurry as her sensory drivers threaten to reboot themselves. As far as she's concerned, 9S has always been wanted, even before his head dove between her legs. That never, ever changes, and while every stroke of his tongue pulls her apart and leaves her reeling as she tries to put herself back together, it has little to no bearing on her feelings for him.
The way she feels about 9S is as hardwired into her programming as her true designation as an Executioner. She can't hope to escape it or override it, no matter how much she tries.
As he rolls the flat of his tongue, warm and greedy, along the length of her slit, 2B gasps, her thighs flattening against the bed as her hips greedily buck upwards for more. Her body had never been intended for this; as such, it almost feels as if the services responsible for her arousal are going haywire, producing much more lubricating fluid to gush forth from her entrance than usual. As 9S' lips close around the nerve sensors between her folds, 2B gives a strangled cry, pleasure bordering oversensitivity spiking upwards through her chassis.
It's because of this that she scarcely notices the journey of 9S' hand as it repositions itself, pushing past the tight, needy entrance of her sex and burying itself within her walls. 2B's body has grown used to accepting every part of 9S in spite of is adverse programming, and as a result it begins to practically suckle and grind around the single digit he pushes into her, squeezing around it and convulsing every time he moves his tongue just so.
To say it feels amazing doesn't even come close. 2B finds herself wanting to scream, her systems paralyzed in the wake of such intense pleasure, but she manages to find it in herself to surge upwards, grabbing for 9S with shaking hands. There's a feverish desperation in her voice when she speaks; she's so close, so, so close, but she shelves her climax in favor of something greater. ]
Nines-- Here-- [ She gasps, struggling to sit up on her elbows as she attempts to reverse their positioning, her movements stuttering and shaky. 2B wants him beneath her, as is their custom, his need buried deep inside of her. She doesn't even know if he's hard anymore, but she doesn't care. All that drives her is an all-encompassing need to be as close as possible to him, her internal processors threatening to fry. ]
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The way she feels about 9S is as hardwired into her programming as her true designation as an Executioner. She can't hope to escape it or override it, no matter how much she tries.
As he rolls the flat of his tongue, warm and greedy, along the length of her slit, 2B gasps, her thighs flattening against the bed as her hips greedily buck upwards for more. Her body had never been intended for this; as such, it almost feels as if the services responsible for her arousal are going haywire, producing much more lubricating fluid to gush forth from her entrance than usual. As 9S' lips close around the nerve sensors between her folds, 2B gives a strangled cry, pleasure bordering oversensitivity spiking upwards through her chassis.
It's because of this that she scarcely notices the journey of 9S' hand as it repositions itself, pushing past the tight, needy entrance of her sex and burying itself within her walls. 2B's body has grown used to accepting every part of 9S in spite of is adverse programming, and as a result it begins to practically suckle and grind around the single digit he pushes into her, squeezing around it and convulsing every time he moves his tongue just so.
To say it feels amazing doesn't even come close. 2B finds herself wanting to scream, her systems paralyzed in the wake of such intense pleasure, but she manages to find it in herself to surge upwards, grabbing for 9S with shaking hands. There's a feverish desperation in her voice when she speaks; she's so close, so, so close, but she shelves her climax in favor of something greater. ]
Nines-- Here-- [ She gasps, struggling to sit up on her elbows as she attempts to reverse their positioning, her movements stuttering and shaky. 2B wants him beneath her, as is their custom, his need buried deep inside of her. She doesn't even know if he's hard anymore, but she doesn't care. All that drives her is an all-encompassing need to be as close as possible to him, her internal processors threatening to fry. ]