castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"

[ 2B thinks he looks more lovely than ever like this, and her brow furrows slightly as she gets caught up in watching him. Her expression is halfway between captivation and sorrow, and she prays and dreads leaving bruises along his neck in equal measure. She feels him, breakable and small in her hands as his pulse shudders, his processes struggling to maintain stasis within his core as she robs them of oxygen. He throbs against her hand the longer he goes without oxygen, and 2B can't help but marvel.

It's almost as if he was created to fall to her. The thought pains 2B as much as it arouses her. 9S, similarly, seems to get off on the lack of control, and the ecstasy on his face reassures her that this is alright, that he wants this as badly as she does.

She knows she's going to kill him, sooner rather than later. Command clued her in on his coming to realize the truth about the moon colony, though the storm had broken all contact between them and her. 2B knows that the kill command is inevitable, and yet...

The hand gripping his cock-- can it even be called that?-- through his pants begins to tear at the fabric insistently, eager to feel 9S throb and pulsate in her hand as he pulls her closer. He feels impossibly hot, and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]

Your servos will seize at this rate.

[ It's slightly scolding, but she means every word. When he speaks again, her breath catches, tapering into a soft, slow exhale before she speaks again. How is it that his words hurt the way they do? ]

No... You don't deserve it. [ And yet, the grip she has on his throat tightens again. She's grateful for her visor, as he can't see the pain that clouds her eyes. ] I'm going to break you because you want it.

[ There is absolutely no understanding behind the words in which she carries regarding him not deserving this. 9S has plenty of internal guilt-- Guilt which has arisen simply because his own confidence has always been lacking. Yet 2B brings about a side of him he never knew existed. He's grateful for the touches, for the rough treatment, because it somehow shows how resilient and wanted he is. ]

[ Before he can even think on it, the hand at his throat tightens, just as the other snakes through his remaining clothing and takes hold of his length. 9S is rendered incapable of speech, the sudden spark of his sensory nerves taking him by surprise. His head rolls back, lips falling in yet another moan. His own grip at her ass tightens briefly, trembling as they slip tentatively beneath her leotard, snapping at the tight fabric when they retract. If only to reach up and work to yank them down entirely. ]

Please.

[ 2B can barely focus on the way his hand feels against her ass; just having him in her hands commands all of her attention, which is exactly how she wants it. His length isn't large; not like the images presented in the magazines they'd found... but to 2B, he's perfect. The surface of his cock is smooth and warm, pulsating with circulating fluids and erectors that make him feel unyielding and solid in her hand. Experimentally, she strokes her hand up and along his length, exploring the way it feels as the smooth velvet of her glove drags along its perfect surface.

2B knows the extent of 9S' resilience better than anyone, and it's because of this that she knows exactly how best to break him. She makes a soft noise-- not quite a moan-- as his hand clumsily works at her leotard. It's only then that she withdraws her hand from her throat, pushing the offending article of clothing off of her body and allowing it to fall into an unceremonious heap onto the floor.

She's left in the upper part of her dress, her gloves, boots, and stockings. 2B bears the same discolorations of her torso panels as he does, but her sex-- in a manner of speaking-- is a perfect cleft between her thighs, soft and small. She's never paid it much thought until now, where it throbs, slick and aching, and she plucks the hand 9S has posited upon her ass between her thighs, his fingers quickly becoming coated with lubricant. ]

There, [ She breathes, her hips bearing down slightly against him as her hand shakily reassumes its place at the base of his throat. Her lips part slightly as she bites back a moan, the feeling of his fingers pressing against her sending her sensory nodes aflame. ]

[ Perhaps it's something of a gift that 9S has only gathered so much information about sex. The way 2B runs her delicate fingers long his length sends shocks through his frame, the threat of a sensory overload simply from the velvet of her gloves. It's even more intriguing that instinct has him rolling into her hand, desperate for friction. ]

[ Her leotard is successfully removed, exposing a part of her that only a light breeze would give just a small taste of. 2B's skin is glowing, glorious, and his bare hands were thought to have been spoiled simply in drifting along those legs. He's proven wrong the instant she ceases motion in favor of placing his hand between her thighs. What greets her warrants a sharp inhale, fingers coated with thick hot wetness along soft folds of mock-flesh. 9S has never quite felt anything so... Curious in his life. It seems her body yields for him, her muscles throbbing when he experimentally rolls his index and middle finger along her sex. ]

Ah--

[ She clenches his neck, forcing a shiver. His eyes lock upon her face, watch her lips as they fall open, and despite oxygen leaving him quick? He's able to find focus on seeking to earn more. 9S rolls his fingers along the bundle of nerves beneath what was shaped to represent a clit, an action born purely of his curiosity when he initially feels it. ]

I'll... I'll do whatever you want.

[ When 9S moves in tandem with her strokes, 2B is heartened; she scarcely knows what she's doing, but if he wants more, then it doesn't matter. Her strokes quicken almost instantly, unrelenting as he rolls into her hand, her tactical visor delivering the sight of his expression to her with crystal clarity. She rolls her thumb along the tip of his length, vaguely wondering what it would be like to take it into her mouth... but she supposes that that might be best saved for another time. If there is one, anyway.

The crux of her thighs feels molten in a way that combat could never provide, a soft, shuddering inhale betraying the way her teeth bite hard upon her bottom lip. As he moves his fingers against her, 2B finds her visual drivers faltering, the stabilizers in her legs threatening to seize and give way as he rubs his fingertips along a particularly sensitive portion of her slit. She hadn't known it was possible for her to produce this much lubricating fluid, the folds of her sex surprisingly soft and warm.

2B's grip on 9S' neck falters as she struggles to keep balance despite her best efforts, her hips jerking and rolling erratically as he toys with her. The hand at his cock continues to lavish his shaft with attention, squeezing and rolling her fingers along its length. Her breaths come in sharp, labored gasps as her mind practically short-circuits, a soft, half-desperate voice eking past her lips. ] N-Nines--

[ It's a miracle that their systems can even function at all, given how the pleasure is so intense and powerful. 9S shivers with delight at the warmth of her gloves, of the way his pulse seems to only feel powerful between his legs with every roll of her hand. The fingers that assault her below are to the knuckle, and he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to impale her with his need. ]

[ No... No not yet. Not until they've both fulfilled the need of touching every reachable part of one another. 2B is incapable of focus along his neck, but that is perfectly fine. Especially when his curiosity has his entire focus on her cunt. ]

[ Two digits work her "clit" when a particular reaction confirms the decision was best. They roll with a trembling sort of finesse, pressure applied hard when he leans into her. They haven't kissed, yet 9S is perfectly fine simply just feeling the graze of her lips. His mouth only partially opens, gasping, teeth only barely touching the flesh. ]

[ He felt to have at least some clever control until that name spilled from her lips. ]

Ah--

[ He hisses, feeling a surge of energy and gumption when those two fingers slide forward fast. Quick to prod at her entrance and slickly force their way in. ]

Again. Louder.

[ He wants to be called Nines. No one calls him Nines. ]

[ 2B feels as if he's taking her apart from the inside out, her thighs trembling and soaked from the almost comical amount of lubricant flooding her lower half. Her central nervous system feels fried, overloaded; every push of his fingers and heady breath from his lips only serves to make her feel even more lightheaded. To say she's going on instinct wouldn't be wholly accurate, as androids have no real instinct to speak of. The only thing 2B knows is need for her partner, and before she knows it, she's tearing the glove off of the hand stroking his cock in an attempt to abate that need in the form of touching him completely.

When he moves closer, she tilts her head, lips parting as if to invite him. She doesn't initiate a kiss, causing their parted lips simply to mingle their breaths together with a maddening closeness, her hips rolling and jerking into the pace set by his exploring fingers. At his demand, she hesitates; Nines is a name she'd called him during the first cycle. For him to remember it-- ]

Nines, [ She repeats, punctuating the moniker with a soft, shuddering moan. 2B leans in closer, her nose brushing against his as her forehead presses to his brow, her palm warming along the hot, throbbing length of his cock. ] Nines-- like that, yes-- [ 2B half-groans, soft, almost confused cries punctuating every labored breath she takes. The hand at his throat slides to find purchase upon his shoulder, her fingertips digging into the flesh as she struggles to keep balance. ]

[ This can't possibly end well for either of their internal builds. It becomes heated enough to the point that the warnings start to become audible, soft beeping that continues in his head warning him of the high temperature. His nervous system burns, body trembling and jolting against her as his entire world seems to be distorted in their passion. ]

[ 9S' head is spinning, voice reduced to creating desperate sounds of whimpering and cries of pleasure the instant that bare hand takes to his need again. They mutually work each others' manufactured cores, and while 9S is no expert, he is a fast learner. He gauges her reactions, how certain gestures make her louder or cause her to lean closer. His digits sink in knuckle-deep as her nose presses into his own. ]

H...Ahh, shit.

[ That name. That name he so desperately clings to. It sounds like music dripping from her lips. 9S moans when she complies, shivers when she encourages him to keep going. ]

K...Keep--

Keep doing that. Don't sss...Don't stop.

[ 9S' maintain a thrusting gesture, only encouraged to do so when he feels her walls practically suckle on his fingers. The desire to provide an equal, if not greater amount of pleasure in return makes for him learning quickly an attainable goal. He hangs on to every breath, every begging word, all while he threatens to fall apart from mutual gestures. ]

[ His head tilts forward, tongue delicate in its gentle drag along her lower lip. Curious to taste her. To feel their breaths mesh and mold as one. ]

[ It's true. Their processes and systems are made primarily for combat, not... whatever this is. She can hear the warnings on 9S' end, and part of her wants to laugh... Though she's in no real position to. 2B's own servos are overheating, her body betraying her in its quest for more of the pleasure provided by 9S' fingers against her slit.

She feels like she could listen to him for days, the soft cries and gasps driving her half-mad for reasons she barely understands. For someone with little experience, he works her over deftly; even more lubricating fluid coats the insides of her legs, and 2B releases his length in order to cover her own fingers in it, if only to ease the slide and squeeze of her fingers around his shaft. The feeling of her own fluids slickening his cock is arousing in its own foreign way, and as such she makes sure to take her time running along the smooth, hot length of his need with her fingers.

2B makes a strangled noise as he pushes his fingers into her, his breath hot against her lips as she struggles to compose herself. ] Nnh, s-suddenly so demanding-- [ She chokes, and she almost pauses when she feels his tongue graze her lower lip. It takes her a moment to register what he's doing, but when she realizes, she feels something warm and painful bloom within the chassis of her torso, and the ache is sweeter than anything she's ever known. 2B doesn't meet him halfway immediately, but, eventually... ]

Oh, Nines... [ She half-murmurs, her voice hoarse. There's something undeniably affectionate in her voice as she says it, tilting her head to close the distance between their mouths. 2B slants her lips against his, her thighs parting in order to give him easier access while the hand she has placed upon his shoulder drops in order to assist its twin, gripping the base of his cock while the other redoubles its efforts. She feels close to something, though she hardly knows what it is; the feeling of his mouth against hers is all-encompassing, though, and commands every ounce of her attention. ]

[ While they haven't been at this for too long, 9S finds himself deducting rather quickly why humans did this for pleasure, rather than for the sole purpose of reproduction. His nerves are on fire, shooting off message after message, and it seems they're far more sensitive when his servos continues the threat of overheating. He doesn't quite know what he is doing, or even what 2B is doing, but there's really no care behind it. All that matters is that this is a type of pleasure he's very quickly becoming obsessed with. ]

[ There's a whimper he nearly chokes on when 2B retracts her hand, but his gaze seems to follow where it's going. She takes to her own need, meeting his hand only briefly to coat her fingers in her heated, thick lubricant. 9S makes a sharp, cracked sort of gasp when that lubricant meets his need. ]

G...Good idea. Hah...

[ His smile is crooked, meek, and 9S can't help the way his cheeks color in realizing this is a safer option. Keeping his silicon flesh dry with so much friction could likely cause damage or discomfort, and the way her hands easily slide along his length brings about a strangely more satisfactory sensation. It's saved in his log, just as the rest of the information brought from this is. ]

[ There's no shortage of fluids on her end. How is it that she processed so much of it so quickly? Does that have to do with her arousal? Or is it mere efficiency of her model to avoid damage? 9S finds difficulty focusing, but his curiosity has his fingers pulling out from her entrance and sliding right back up to that bundle of nerves, working a pattern. ]

[ As her palm glides along what is defined as the glans, his hips jolt, something boiling in the pit of his chassis. The wiring in his gut seems to tighten as he slowly approaches something, but he isn't sure what it is. Much like 2B. All he knows is that he wants more, that his hips work on their own in grinding into her ministrations. 9S is content to be harsh, fast, which shows in his gestures until something... Changes in 2B's tone. ]

--!

[ He gasps, eyes locking to her features that are still hidden behind her visor. They're wide, wild yet curious. Her tone is so affectionate, so caring, and as she provides easier access from their strange angle of standing, he has to pause a moment. ]

[ 2B's lips are soft and welcoming as they meet with his own, and he's devoid of movement while his processors register what this is. A kiss. That's a known gesture with androids but not... Often done. Much like what they're doing now. Her hand is tight at his shoulder, her other hand still working him intently. 9S is capable of processing multiple things at once, but the shock causes latency of some kind. There's something kind about this, delicate, and when 9S closes his eyes and leans in to return the gesture? It's as if his mechanical heart melts. ]

[ 9S becomes lost in the kiss, feeling the entire world seem to fade to nothingness when he clings to her affection. He can't define what this feeling is, can't quite understand why such a feeling is occurring during their attempts at sexual activity. But it seems this has something to do with his hypothesis regarding whether or not humans conducted intercourse affectionately. ]

[ Does she... Love him? Is that what this is? ]

[ He whimpers into her lips, practically crushes his into hers as his free hand takes to the side of her face, slip into her hair to tangle his fingers there. His body pressed into hers, 9S takes his other hand to reach down and stop her ministrations in favor of something else. With a slide of his palm underneath her thigh, 9S seeks to lift her leg, to angle her closer so he might align his sex with her own. He knows what that is, he knows what their opposite genitals are for and where they go. Both of them do, and he finds his insatiable desire to make it happen. What's happening is not enough. 9S desperately seeks to be inside of her, to intertwine as one, and the hand at her cheek grasps his own need to align himself in preparation. ]

[ Romance isn't a luxury afforded to most YoRHa units; while there are no strict anti-fraternization rules in place, emotion and all emotion-related activities are considered superfluous at best and mission-compromising at worst. That, coupled with the fact that androids had never been properly programmed to feel as they do, leaves the majority of YoRHa emotionally stunted. 2B is no exception to this rule, even as her feelings for 9S bloom and bloom within her to the point where she feels she can't possibly accommodate them.

At his encouragement, 2B wants to smile. She doesn't, instead favoring to continue the work of her hands. She strokes him up and down, admiring the slickened drag of the not-flesh coating his arousal, the complicated mechanisms keeping him erect resilient in their firmness. The ache between 2B's thighs only seems to grow the more she explores the dips and bumps of the near-perfect shaft in her hand, her thumb tracing along the ridge of its crown before teasing along the slit at its tip.

Her heatsinks feel like they might be malfunctioning. Under normal circumstances, her processes would find ways to vent the overwhelming heat that threatens to fry her circuits, but those were usually reserved for combat situations and averse environmental conditions. There are no protocols for self-generated heating, and as such, 2B burns in her want of him. She can feel that selfsame heat rolling off of 9S in waves, and though their Pods are their ever-present sentinels, they are silent in their vigil. Their units' orders are absolute, and for that, 2B is grateful.

2B's lips part against 9S' own, a soft, needy moan rumbling against his lips as his hand finds the side of her head. The pattern his fingers find between her legs is maddening, unrelenting in its attentions and driving her half-insane. Still. All she can focus on is how close he is, and though she knows, logically, what a kiss is, nothing could have ever prepared her for the way it feels now.

"Love" is out of 2B's wheelhouse. She barely knows what it is, and she can't put a name to what she feels for 9S.

When he withdraws his hand, 2B feels a palpable sense of loss, her thighs quivering as her knees threaten to give way in the absence of stimuli. She isn't left waiting long as 9S begins to shift their positions, and 2B works in tandem with him, lifting her leg and allowing him to support her thigh. Though she's loath to do it (and it shows), she hesitantly breaks the kiss, a string of fluid bridging across their lips as she lowers her gaze to where their hips are about to meet, angling her own forward in order to accommodate him. Bracing her hand upon his shoulder for support, 2B leans back slightly, supporting her weight on one leg as 9S posits the head of his cock against her entrance.

She can see the both of their arousals from this position, and she quietly marvels; hers is a perfect swath cut into otherwise unmarred porcelain, dusted pink for strictly cosmetic purposes. Similarly, the tip of 9S' need is pink, flushed with fluid and hot with the touch.

2B opens her mouth to speak, but thinks better of it. What can she possibly say in this situation? In a show of encouragement, she gently presses her hips into his, the head of his need pressing past the tight, slick entrance of her own arousal, the spike of heat to her systems causing her visor to short. ]

[ Neither of them truly know what they are doing. At least not beyond what they had seen in the magazines, and what little information is leftover from the program yoRHa once supported. As far as either of them knew, sexual activity was solely for the purpose of reproduction and nothing more. 9S had known it to be deeper an activity than that, connected to so much, though his knowledge only goes so far. Because of this, every little action is a work in progress. A learning experience. ]

[ 9S remains in a state of curiosity tied in to need, and that much makes it hard to stay efficient. There's a point where 9S begins to care less about gathering data about this activity, and more about simply expressing how much 2B means to him. He reaches a point in knowing there's a way to do that through such lewd activities, or... At least he hopes that's the case. ]

[ His gaze flits down in time to her, watching as they both awkwardly adjust and come closer. 2B has a height advantage in her heels, thus making this angle a bit harder to maintain. But they manage, and 9S watches with clear vision as her delicate slit opens for the sake of accommodating him. Their parts perfect, fitting like a key to its assigned lock-- Was he made for her? Surely, this wasn't placed under consideration when they were manufactured, but 9S begins to think with a sense of hope that he's right. His shaft is met with a tightness that is both intimidating and gratifying, dripping lubricant coating him to the very hilt as he slips inside of her. ]

Hh--

[ 9S is quite vocal about it, hands finding purchase at her waist to provide support while he pulls her in. He whimpers, gasps when he slowly, agonizingly meets the very end of her resistance. There is no rough movement to start, simply the intertwining of their beings. The concept is beautiful, and not quite as mechanic as he'd initially assumed before this transpired. ]

[ He's left with his mouth falling open, a cracked exhale in hopes of releasing the heat that continues to increase over time. Their mutual temperatures threaten to double, the threat of damage there. But he can't bring himself to care. If he short-circuits in the midst of becoming one with 2B... The one person he can't quite seem to get out of his mind or ever desire to be far from... Then that would be enough. ]

[ Boy, what a way to go. Why did you need a full internal replacement, 9S? Because you chose to be beautifully fucked by your assigned partner, when being beautifully fucked is not necessarily in your line if work. ]

[ His hips roll into hers, eyes gazing up to her. Curious, vulnerable, yet completely and utterly enamored by her. He only takes a moment to look at her, before his brow meets with her own and he can slowly begin to move. ]

L-Let me know if... This is too much.

It's not... enough.

[ 2B sinks down onto him, fully sheathing him inside of her. She'd had a vague idea of the mechanisms in place down between her thighs; while she doesn't have a uterus for obvious reasons, the walls that clench and drag against 9S' shaft have very little give, the lubricant easing his entry as best it can. In truth, this has never been about gathering data and 2B knows it.

It's selfish, but it's the closest she's ever been to 9S, within or without the neverending cycle. It's sweet enough to make her want to weep, even if she doesn't understand why. She suspends herself for several seconds, allowing her mechanisms to acclimate themselves to him. It doesn't take very long, and even she begins to wonder if they had both been made with this in mind. The thought makes her angry; what a cruel creator, to think of this while knowing full well what she was intentionally put by his side for. ]

H-hah-- [ 2B gasps, her visor struggling to come back online. She can't see anything like this, and there's a certain thrill and comfort in it; something tells her that the sight of 9S' face will cause something inside of her to break, knowing what awaits them when communications with Command are restored. Instead, she moves by feel, allowing the hands he has at her waist to guide her as she rolls and bounces her hips into his, the wet noises of him thrusting in and out of her lewder than anything she's ever experienced.

The angle is awkward, but beautiful. It's everything she's ever wanted, though she hadn't known it until now. Clenching her teeth, she brings both of her arms around 9S' neck, desperately seeking his mouth with her own again as she struggles to keep her balance. Her lips trail against the side of his face with her compromised vision, and that suits her just fine; she nuzzles her nose against his cheek even as her hips redouble their efforts, driving into his with a renewed sense of urgency.

The hot, thick drag of his cock causes her internals to tighten and vent heat as best they can, pushing it through her dermal layer and causing the air around the both of them to swelter. She still can't see him, and she'll likely need a replacement for her visor after this, but she can't bring herself to care. ]

Give me... more.

[ Not enough. It's not... ]

It's not.

[ He agrees. Breathlessly, even. 9S can't quite comprehend how much of this would even be enough, but the further they go, the greedier he gets. He's relieved to know that 2B has yet to reach her limits, even if that much doesn't come as a surprise. She's a hearty combat model. Mere intercourse wouldn't be her undoing, even if he can't quite speak for himself on that front. ]

[ His visuals begin to distort again, their mutual heat beginning to short-circuit some of his functions. But he can't bring himself to care either. It's a miracle his visor was saved the potential damage, but his internal systems will surely need either a full replacement, or major maintenance soon. They'll have to go straight to the Resistance Camp after this, because there's only so much he can do. ]

[ Fuck all of that, honestly. 9S can't bring himself to focus on that matter when 2B takes him completely to the hilt. He can feel her pulse, and he can't help but wonder if this creates a certain type of connection. Like a cable to a server. 9S doesn't focus too much on that, but he finds comfort in knowing they're closer than they had been before. ]

[ God, her voice. Colored with lust and need, where 9S wasn't even sure she was capable of that. Or him for that matter. He exhales heavily, his face nuzzling against her affections while his trembling hands make to hold her tight. They hesitate before finding her ass, full and soft. 9S barely has the level of strength as she, but he manages to assist in keeping her balance, in pulling her down on his shaft when he begins to thrust into her. ]

Hnngh-- Fuck...

[ Yeah. Yeah there's no way humans merely did this just to create offspring. 9S finds a level of enjoyment and connection that he's never felt elsewhere. He moans, loud enough to cause an echo in the dark basement they've become trapped in. Every thrust sends a course of pleasurable signals through his entire being, pulse high and mental stability compromised. But it's the most beautiful thing he's experienced. ]

[ Something sparks-- He's not sure what, and he doesn't quite care. The initial roll of 2B's hips likely caused some sort of crack, given their weight difference. Oh well. ]

H...Harder. Harder, please. 2B--

[ 2B has seen many, many beautiful things since arriving upon the earth's surface, but all of them seem to pale in comparison to the way is merely sounds at this very moment. Every sharp intake of air past his lips hits her straight in the core, causing the neglected walls clinging to to his need to suckle and grasp at him with renewed fervor. 2B feels almost as if nothing else matters outside of the dingy basement that echoes every one of his moans and whimpers, and that suits her just fine.

Though she can't see his face, 2Bs mind formulates an image of how he must look: flushed and lovely as ever, especially with that curse burning on his lips. The way he returns her affectionate nuzzling sends a thrill up her spine, causing her to drive her hips forward with more force than she'd intended, desperate to feel him fill her insides over and over. Lubricant drips down from where they're joined and onto the dirt floor as his hands find her rear, causing her to half-growl in approval, her labored breaths punctuated by soft, slowly escalating cries of pleasure.

When he asks for more force, she's happy to comply, the pistons in her legs going into overdrive as she fucks him into the wall. Her cries grow steadily louder as she moves, her vision going white behind the darkness of her shorted visor as one of her hands shifts and pins his neck to the wall, tilting his chin upwards. Here, he is hers and hers alone. 2B can ensure that nothing will ever harm him outside of herself, desperate and rough. ]

Edited 2017-04-14 02:30 (UTC)

[ Instant gratification is not something 9S experiences often, but 2B seems content to spoil him in this very moment. Even so, nothing prepares him for the sudden crush of his back against the wall yet again. 9S grunts as he's pinned by his neck, her palm crushing into his Adam's Apple, air immediately cut off where he's forced to make a hacking sound. ]

[ It sets his nerves ablaze, sensory receptors firing off too fast for him to even keep up. 9S bucks into her, feet skidding into the dirt while his fingers tightly gripping her ass and continuously pulling her close. But 2B gains the upper hand quick. ]

Ah-- Hah!

[ He coughs, struggles for air, much of it being forced from his gut when she crushes her hips into him. 2B's weight is higher than his own, given her build and artillery. It's completely possible for her to crush him to death, and it seems that much is very likely now. But 9S can't find himself capable of caring. His arousal is painful, hot and thick, ready to burst, seemingly closer when he feels his pelvis crack. ]

[ 9S cries out, both in ecstasy and pain when sparks fly from the damaged area. The silicon of his flesh rips, wires quick to stick out and crackle with a flickering light. He can't breathe, can't speak, and that seems to bring him closer with every thrust. ]

[ As far as 2B is concerned, she can't deny 9S his requests. Not now, not with the way his neck strains beneath her iron grip. She's soaking wet, spurred on by the noises he makes and hardly mindful of the way his skin splits and exposed his internal wiring; she feels the sting of electricity sparking against her inner thighs and she pauses for half a second, but continues with renewed force nonetheless.

She wants to break him in more ways than one. It's what she's made for, what shes been directed to do; when he cries out like that, so deliciously, she's hardly in any position to stop. 9S burns within her, setting her newly-discovered sexual mechanisms ablaze, their combined lubricating fluid flooding her insides and causing her internal systems to advise the cessation of their current activities.

But 2B shows no sign of stopping, let alone slowing. She can't. 9S feels too good, sounds too good. Unable to take it anymore, she uses the hand not at his throat to rip off her nonfunctional visor, looking him in the eyes as she fucks him senseless, her hips postponing mercilessly against him. ]

Tell me how it feels, [ She murmurs, crying out as his cock bottoms out inside of her. ] Tell me... Tell me what my insides feel like, Nines. [ She knows speaking will be difficult for him with her hand gripping his throat, but she wants to hear him try . ]

[ Without his visor, paying much attention to any issues with his systems is difficult. But the instant she pounds into him again and again, a delicate, yet persistent set of beeping falls from his ears. Multiple warnings fire off about his skeletal support, wiring and nerve endings malfunctioning. Yet somehow, it happens in the best way possible.]

[ She squeezes his neck, robbing him of oxygen yet again, which seems to make him all the more sensitive and aware. His cock burns inside of her, thrusting into her like a burning piston with how hard she slams into him. He cracks and sparks, melting his dermal layer from the sharp edges of his hips. But the pain seems deliciously pleasurable with little oxygen. 9S moans, neck forcibly craned and jaw tight. He keeps one of her legs lifted, though his arms begin to shake as he slowly approaches some end he isn't sure of. ]

H...A-Ah...

[ She demands him to speak. Gazes are locked, and as 9S grows pale to the loss of air, his eyes are wild with passion. Need. He bites his lip, struggling to focus on words but he must follow her command. 9S works to meet each thrust, body he damned. ]

T...Fucking tight.

Don't, Kk-- Dont stop. Don'tfuckingstop!!

[ 2B hears the alarms tripped by the damage hid lower half has sustained, and part of her feels a niggling sense of concern; she should stop this, should find a way to patch him up until they can make it back to the Resistance Camp, should do any number of things not to rip him to pieces... But something inside her, something hardwired into her very being, tells her to keep going to see just how far she can push it. She knows 9S is breaking, but she wants to see just how badly.

The choking noise he makes elicits a ghost of a smile from 2B, her expression overflowing with affection and veneration. ] I'm breaking you, Nines, [ She breathes, her hips never once ceasing the steady, pounding rhythm they've established. She feels him buckling underneath her, his wiring rubbing her skin in a distinctively different way from his own dermal layer. ] I won't stop-- I don't want to--!

[ 2B feels something icy begin to form in the pit of her stomach as she glances down, noting the damage her frame has wrought upon his lower half. Guilt, sharp and devastating, seizes her nervous system... But her programming and desire push back against it, assuring her that this is what 9S himself wants. And what could be wrong with that?

2B lifts her gaze back to his face, her expression almost pained. She clenched her jaw as she presses her brow to his, her grasp on his throat tightening with a sudden and decisive swiftness as she closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. As she slams herself down against him for the umpteenth time, she gives a strangled, fractured cry, her body convulsing and seizing as her systems begin to short, overflowing with stimuli. ]

[ It takes no fool to realize just how careless of a decision this was, but 9S can't find himself to care. Each thrust delivers further damage to his lower half, cracking his supports and leaving his legs weak and nearly without feeling. But he holds fast, meeting each thrust of hers. He can't breathe. He can barely see, and 2B's tortured expression is likely the last thing that he can even partially process when his vision starts to fail him again. ]

[ Choking, labored inhales sputter against 2B's lips when she closes their distance, eyes threatening to shut in a potential loss of consciousness once her grip tightens. It's dangerous, wild, but that makes it all the more pleasing. 9S feels each thrum of his pulse like a deep pound. The words "I'm breaking you, Nines" echoing over and over in his mind, the cries of her promise, all seeking to hand-deliver his climax which comes unexpectedly harsh and fast. ]

[ The pleasure is unlike anything he's ever felt, and arguably better than what is gained in combat. 9S' eyes begin to roll back into his head, vision failing him as a rush of lubricant ejaculates and overflows inside of 2B. Their combined fluids beautifully dripping down his thighs and puddling into the dirt. His moan is cracked and tortured, much like the rest of him, the call of her designation coming out broken yet blissfully thankful. Even with little air, he manages a final cry, while the rest of him is left to writhe against her. ]

[ How in the world could anyone avoid this? No way he'll be able to after this. That is, if his body survives the damage. Which he will, though he has yet to fully assess it. ]

[ Part of her wants him to stop, to stop moving, to stop making those delicious, loud noises that spill from his lips every time she pushes hard against him. Part of 2B wants to watch his eyes slide shut, like they sometimes do at the end of the cycle, easy as falling asleep. Part of 2B wants this exquisite agony to end , if only so 9S will no longer have to feel any more pain.

The end is coming anyway. Why can't she do this right now?

As her simulated climax finishes, she's left gasping for air, a sudden sense of clarity washing over her. 2B feels him convulse and shudder against and within her, hearing her name escape past his lips I'm the sweetest and most heartwrenching of ways. She watches 9S come undone with half lidded eyes, the hand at his throat loosening but not moving. Her free hand gently reaches up to cradle his face, smoothing against his cheek. It would be so easy simply to snap his neck; she's done it before. A swift jerk and it's over, leaving him blissfully unaware and painless.

The thought hurts her more deeply than anything in the world. But why?

After a few moments, 2B slips her arms around his neck, cradling the back of his head as she presses his face into her shoulder. Her expression comforts when she knows he can't see her, though she makes no other outward signs of weeping as she pulls him close. There's no afterglow for her, eveb as he shudders and heaves in her arms. ]

[ Perhaps it would be a good opportunity to end it there. To take the chance while he's washed over in bliss to snap his neck. To cut off that last remaining bit of air. 9S has no idea of her obligation and true designation, which leaves his side completely sated. He's never felt this close to anyone, and it's a feeling that he naturally clings to. ]

[ He was so. Alone. ]

[ 2B's grip eases, prompting an immediate gasp for air as he crumbles against the wall he's still pinned to. It takes him a moment to come down, to process the flood of over-stimulation that seems to interfere with his functions. His vision slowly returns, but not without the constant barrage of warnings regarding his physical state. Nerve-ending disconnection in his hips, shutdown of his motor functions in his legs. Did... Did 2B manage to damage his spine? That would make sense. There's practically a 9S-shaped crater in the wall now. That much is gathered when he only slightly moves his shoulders. This is going to be a difficult repair job, and he can't bother himself to think of an excuse right now or care. ]

[ He's lucky his feeling decided to skip town after his climax. 9S could laugh about it, but he's distracted by the sudden embrace on 2B's end. He grunts, stuck and broken, but there's a pleased little smile on his face. He has no idea she's fighting the urge to sob, no idea of what she's delaying from doing. And so, he wraps his arms around her in return, hesitant at first when he's not entirely certain how to properly deliver affection. His fingers splay out along her back, caress at the opening the top of her uniform provides. His head turns, nose pressing into her hair where he tentatively delivers a kiss. ]

We're lucky our circuits didn't melt.

[ He laughs. It's weak, because he's realizing now that his neck is slightly crushed. ]

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[ 2B hadn't known of his loneliness the first few times they'd met. She's caught on quickly through each cycle, though, learning more and more about him every time the two of them went through the hellish dance their programming led them to. There were times when 2B could almost swear that he remmebered her, but he always greeted her with the same "ma'am" designation and lopsided smile. Always.

When she feels him shift, the distant sound of tumbling rain subsides, the feeling of his lips moving against her hair making a hard knot constrict the wiring in her throat. 2B clings to him almost desperately, not answering him in favor of staying still like this if only a little bit longer, her eyes closed as she resists the urge to shake in his arms.

When he laughs, it practically snaps her in half. It's almost as if he was her executioner, and not the other way around. ]

The rain... [ She murmurs. ] We should get back.

[ With great difficulty, she extricate herself from him, stepping back and not meeting his eyes as she redresses herself. ]

[ 9S has been reset multiple times. That brings a sense of blissful ignorance that he can't be thankful for, given that he has yet to discover that she is a threat. That always comes eventually. 9S is programmed to be curious, to study and question, so it's only a matter of time before everything becomes clear. For now, he's simply content in what they've shared. 9S only mentally questions, for now, what this means for their partnership. ]

[ As 2B slowly begins to pry away, his tone shifts. Slightly panicked, slightly embarrassed. His hands cling to her shoulders. ]

W-wait, wait! 2B, guh--!!

[ It's too late. She breaks away, and 9S falls face-first into the dirt. His voice is muffled as he's stuck lying there.]

Um...

My... My motor skills from the waist-down are completely shot. I, hah, I can't move.

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... Ah.

[ 2B only sees his entire front hit the dirt as she pulls her skirt back on, and she blinks. Stepping back over to him, she sits him up, kneeling next to him and brushing the dirt off of his face. As she leans over to pick up his discarded clothing, she catches sight of the exposed and crackling wiring of his hips, the dermal layer split and fractured. She grimaces as she hands him his coat, noting the subtle fracturing of his neck column as she does so.

2B moves as gingerly as possible, ignoring the thrill that travels up her spine in knowing that she was the one that did this to him. Very gently, she begins to lift one of his legs in order to put his shorts back on, the limb uncooperative and limp. ]

I have to carry you back to camp. Just hold on.

[ A pregnant silence ensues. ]

I'm... sorry, 9S. I should have regulated my movements.

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