[ 2B would be a fool not to notice the pain 9S is in, and while she desperately wants to relieve him of said pain, she knows such a feat is out of her wheelhouse. She's not an Operator, or a Scanner, or even a proper Combat model; she's ill-equipped to deal with any of this, and it drives her insane. It makes sense that the only way she can abate his agony is through physical, violent means, and though she's grateful she even has a way to assist him... she can definitely see the irony of their situation.
2B can hear his fans whir to life from this distance, and why she knows that this isn't the most efficient way to handle things, she's grateful that this activity still has some sort of effect on him. He reacts extremely positively to her biting, and it's because of this that 2B continues, tamping her teeth down hard enough against his skin to possibly break it with prolonged attention. She makes sure not to do this, of course, moving up and down the length of his neck, causing bruises to blossom in the wake of her lips as she suckles and bites his mock flesh. He tastes like earth and the sun, warm and visceral against her tongue as it laves against the teeth marks she leaves behind.
2B pulls away when he does, continuing to stroke his cock up and down. Her movements are gentle even as his are erratic, and she only ceases her ministrations as he pries her thighs apart, causing her breath to hitch. 2B admits to feeling a thrill of excitement at his forwardness, her teeth digging into her lower lip as he bends her lower half back over her, his hands resting in the crooks of her knees as he lays her bare beneath him. When she sees him reposition, 2B's eyes widen, a glimmer of doubt taking hold of her. ]
Nines, wai--
[ Her words are cut short as she chokes, his cock burying itself deep into the tight, wet cavern of her cunt before she can properly protest. She knows she could have stopped him short, easier than breathing; the fact that she hadn't leaves her questioning why, even as her optical cameras go white for a split second. 2B's chin tilts backwards, her mouth agape as he fills her up and stretches her open, her breath coming in sharp, short mouthfuls of air. ]
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2B can hear his fans whir to life from this distance, and why she knows that this isn't the most efficient way to handle things, she's grateful that this activity still has some sort of effect on him. He reacts extremely positively to her biting, and it's because of this that 2B continues, tamping her teeth down hard enough against his skin to possibly break it with prolonged attention. She makes sure not to do this, of course, moving up and down the length of his neck, causing bruises to blossom in the wake of her lips as she suckles and bites his mock flesh. He tastes like earth and the sun, warm and visceral against her tongue as it laves against the teeth marks she leaves behind.
2B pulls away when he does, continuing to stroke his cock up and down. Her movements are gentle even as his are erratic, and she only ceases her ministrations as he pries her thighs apart, causing her breath to hitch. 2B admits to feeling a thrill of excitement at his forwardness, her teeth digging into her lower lip as he bends her lower half back over her, his hands resting in the crooks of her knees as he lays her bare beneath him. When she sees him reposition, 2B's eyes widen, a glimmer of doubt taking hold of her. ]
Nines, wai--
[ Her words are cut short as she chokes, his cock burying itself deep into the tight, wet cavern of her cunt before she can properly protest. She knows she could have stopped him short, easier than breathing; the fact that she hadn't leaves her questioning why, even as her optical cameras go white for a split second. 2B's chin tilts backwards, her mouth agape as he fills her up and stretches her open, her breath coming in sharp, short mouthfuls of air. ]