That's the thing, though. I don't think incentive is necessary.
[ She knows him so well. It's haunting when it comes to the suspicions he can barely confirm in such a useless form. He'd once been programmed to care and cater for the sake of mankind. He still carries a burning flame for humans, but being one? He's discovered that they're almost useless in terms of mental limitations. He can't hack without more effort in place, he's slower, but he still has an upper hand cerebrally. He'll just have to deal. At least he can ignore any doubts with more ease.
Besides, feeling her heat between her legs radiate against him poses a gratifying distraction. Their repartee is both torturous and pleasurable, and 9S always revels in conversing. After all, asking questions and talking are his strong suits.
9S can smell her arousal, promising and delicious, a feature born purely of their human forms. That obvious shift serves in his favor, at least in terms of his argument. Her panties are not quite off, but there's enough space awarded here to give him access. He can nearly taste her smile, and it twists his gut and nerves. Adds an edge to his own when he nearly grins against her mouth. She isn't much for planning, she isn't even much for banter, but she gives it back just as hard as he. 9S can feel her tremble, how her breath hitches and that seems more than enough to him against her contradictory manner of dancing around the answer.
He's abrupt in the way his hand pulls back, quick to slip it between them and dive two digits past her slit. They don't penetrate, they don't linger, and they are met with a gratifying heat and wetness which coat them generously. 9S pulls his hand back and leans just a bit closer, their chests pressed flush where he can feel her breasts pillow against his flat planes. 9S only tilts his head away from her lips to hold his hand between them. His attention is on his fingers when they spread ever slightly, the thick fluid of her arousal creating a web-like connection between them. ]
Your cunt kinda suggests otherwise, 2B. I think you're already giving it up without much resistance or doubt here.
I'll oblige, you know. I just want to hear you tell me you want it.
[ Blue eyes flit to lock with her own, gaze smoldering and heady as he quickly slips those fingers in his mouth and devours its findings. He hums, thoughtfully yet incredibly hungry when he's met with a taste far more satisfying than what he's experienced before. It's purely 2B and 2B alone, and he can't help but anticipate more of it. But this is fine, too. ]
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[ She knows him so well. It's haunting when it comes to the suspicions he can barely confirm in such a useless form. He'd once been programmed to care and cater for the sake of mankind. He still carries a burning flame for humans, but being one? He's discovered that they're almost useless in terms of mental limitations. He can't hack without more effort in place, he's slower, but he still has an upper hand cerebrally. He'll just have to deal. At least he can ignore any doubts with more ease.
Besides, feeling her heat between her legs radiate against him poses a gratifying distraction. Their repartee is both torturous and pleasurable, and 9S always revels in conversing. After all, asking questions and talking are his strong suits.
9S can smell her arousal, promising and delicious, a feature born purely of their human forms. That obvious shift serves in his favor, at least in terms of his argument. Her panties are not quite off, but there's enough space awarded here to give him access. He can nearly taste her smile, and it twists his gut and nerves. Adds an edge to his own when he nearly grins against her mouth. She isn't much for planning, she isn't even much for banter, but she gives it back just as hard as he. 9S can feel her tremble, how her breath hitches and that seems more than enough to him against her contradictory manner of dancing around the answer.
He's abrupt in the way his hand pulls back, quick to slip it between them and dive two digits past her slit. They don't penetrate, they don't linger, and they are met with a gratifying heat and wetness which coat them generously. 9S pulls his hand back and leans just a bit closer, their chests pressed flush where he can feel her breasts pillow against his flat planes. 9S only tilts his head away from her lips to hold his hand between them. His attention is on his fingers when they spread ever slightly, the thick fluid of her arousal creating a web-like connection between them. ]
Your cunt kinda suggests otherwise, 2B. I think you're already giving it up without much resistance or doubt here.
I'll oblige, you know. I just want to hear you tell me you want it.
[ Blue eyes flit to lock with her own, gaze smoldering and heady as he quickly slips those fingers in his mouth and devours its findings. He hums, thoughtfully yet incredibly hungry when he's met with a taste far more satisfying than what he's experienced before. It's purely 2B and 2B alone, and he can't help but anticipate more of it. But this is fine, too. ]