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 stares at him through the murky darkness of the cavern for several seconds before turning her gaze ahead of her, assuring that no machines are lying in wait for their arrival. ]

Being self-assured doesn't make me immune to doubt, especially on uneasy footing, [ She responds coolly, drawing her weapon and rushing ahead to dispatch a small group of hostiles that drops down from the ceiling. She waits for him to catch up before resheathing her blade, the heels of her boots splashing in the shallow water.

She weighs what he says next, mulling it over. As they turn down a previously undiscovered fork in the cavern, she speaks. ]

I thought we already had such an arrangement.

[ There's no doubt or sheepishness in her voice; it's a simple statement of fact. I guess she already saw you as her boyfriend, 9S. ]

[ 2B often skips ahead to clear out any hostiles. Most of the time, she takes them all out before he can even attempt to provide support. This is one of those times. His Pod prepares for fire, but 2B hacks through the machines that block their path with a quick swiftness. He could never feel unsafe around 2B, even if he'd love to provide support more often. It's not in his model, but he manages. ]

[ At the very least... He can't help but notice the certain rush he feels when she takes out so many machine lifeforms at once. Without maintaining a scratch, it seems. ]

[ But it's not the visual of her mercilessly destroying their enemies with a simple swing. It's not the way her skirt seems to fly upward and expose the best parts of her. No, it's the answer she gives that catches 9S completely off-guard. Once their path is silent and cleared, he's left staring like a deer in headlights. ]

W... We had?

[ A pause. ]

I-I mean, of course! Yeah!

It only makes sense, right? We're close, we've been closer... Lately, and--

[ He rubs at the back of his head, staring at 2B. ]

Really?

[ 2B has always known that 9S has complemented her skillset; the fact that he isn't a combat model means very little in terms of his usefulness. It's widely known that combat units are a dime a dozen, and it's because of that that she'd initially risked life and limb to protect him... only for him to prove to her that that wouldn't be necessary in the slightest. She's been hacked before and knows its devastating effects, and knowing that 9S is built for that sort of warfare is equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

She knows she has nothing to worry about when 9S is around... save for his possibly getting injured. Even then, chances of that are slim.

At his questioning, she turns her head to look over her shoulder at him, arching a brow behind her visor. ]

Haven't we? Our relationship meets all of the criteria you've listed. Would I have said it if I'd thought otherwise? [ 2B asks, her tone both dry and vaguely incredulous.

Their walking eventually leads them to a small hovel surrounded by a field of flowers that seem to light up the pitch black cavern, prompting 2B to resheathe her weapon. The ceiling of the cavern extends far above them, thick layers of stone and dirt providing a tiny, enclosed space deep under the earth.

Stepping into its center, she takes stock of their surroundings. ]

Does someone... live here?

[ 2B is more matter-of-fact than he. The attempts that 9S has made to come off as casual and aloof for the sake of appearances have fallen pretty flat. And 2B's apparent assumption of them having been a couple is proof of that. He had no idea, nor did he think she was even interested in going this far. It goes against so many protocol, and 2B is all about protocol and efficiency. ]

[ So it's really no wonder that he feels completely flustered and tight in the stomach. She's... His girlfriend, then? That makes him a boyfriend. Which means that his courtship attempts had worked. It seemed so simple data-wise, but in execution? His confidence had taken a complete nosedive. He was certain she had no interest, and it just goes to show he'd be better off flat-out asking questions. ]

[ Despite himself, 9S smiles meekly, keeping close to 2B. There's that desire to grab her hand, to express himself with affection, but he holds off for now. ]

It's one thing to meet criteria, I can't just assume that you're on board if I've never asked but...

[ He chuckles. ]

Like I said, I'm happy with the outcome. We'll go from there.

[ Wow. He's a boyfriend. That's... Wow. ]

[ 9S stops as they reach a destination, one that he hadn't quite expected. This seems a touch far off from the signal that he had located, but... It seems that's on the back-burner for now. And he's fine with it. Especially in discovering a new location. He takes a look around, zooming in on every aspect that he can to take mental stock of the area. ]

It looks to have been inhabited recently. More than likely current. I'm detecting dips in the dirt that suggest someone having sat there frequently. Or lay there.

Or...

Placed a vehicle there.

[ He kneels down, trying to determine what exactly has been living here. He glances around, taken aback by the large expanse of flowers. ]

It's... Beautiful, actually.

[ To 2B, any designation for their relationship is illogical; no titles seem to work for them, so why bother? The only logical course of action would be to refer to their relationship as... whatever it is that 9S seems to be pointing to, because it makes the most sense. He's keeping closer to her and she knows it, and she makes it a point to not pull too far ahead of him.

Honestly, if he were to grab her hand now, she likely wouldn't mind. Especially since they seem to be in a secluded area, far away from prying eyes or ears. She lets 9S talk as she examines their surroundings, walking towards the small hovel. There doesn't seem to be anything there of worth; piles of junk and old cloth are piled one upon the other, with ancient artifacts of a civilization long gone. She assumes 9S will be interested in seeing all of it, but she focuses instead on his words. ]

A vehicle... [ 2B murmurs, turning back to the field. Her partner is right. The flowers are beautiful, luminous in the darkness with an eerily serene inner glow. Kneeling down, 2B gingerly grasps the petal of one, immediately recognizing them as Lunar Tears upon closer inspection. ]

Someone has to be tending to these. [ She says, gently resting her weight upon her heels. ] It doesn't seem like they've been here for a bit. I wonder if it's an android, or something else...

[ She raises her gaze to 9S, measuring her words before speaking. ]

We don't need to leave immediately, if you don't want to.

[ 2B understands the weight of what she says as she says it, letting her words hang heavily in the air as they leave her lips. Unlike 9S, she isn't going to openly admit to how badly she wants him, but she knows he's smart enough to know what she's getting at. ]

[ 9S seems to gather up his calm, for the time being, in presence of the glowing flowers. He takes in every last detail, from the smell of the air to the warmth he feels with his knees against the petals. He's careful not to crush any of them, observing them much as 2B does. ]

[ He's about to say something about where they are, perhaps get started on digging around to see what he can find. But something 2B says catches him off guard, seemingly ridding him of that newly-retaken calm to replace it with something else. 2B is absolutely right to assume that 9S is smart enough to get where she is going. Though he pauses, it only takes him a moment to gather courage to speak on that. ]

[ 9S looks around them, left and right, taking stock again of the area as if he's pondering. His gaze then shifts back to 2B, lips pressed in a delicate line, despite the way his cheeks color yet again. ]

Pod, suspend data collection feature and activate standby-mode.

Acknowledged.

[ Without questioning, without bother, Pod 153 shuts down, lowering itself in a dark corner. That, to 2B, should translate to an agreement. ]

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[ 2B wants to smile, though she doesn't understand why. Watching 9S' pod enter standby mode sends a thrill up her spine, struck like a match stick along its length. She almost absentmindedly sets her own Pod to follow suit as she watches 9S from behind her visor, not once verbalizing her own anticipation as she watches that lovely flush rise to his cheeks.

This is wrong, and she knows it. 2B wonders if that's the reason why she wants it so badly.

9S' eagerness certainly isn't lost on her, either, and it heartens her, prompting her to stand up and begin to undo her visor. She can't afford to have it short again; there's no convincing lie that she can fabricate towards Command in order to acquire a replacement. She doesn't meet 9S' eye as she sets it gently upon the ground, moving to untie the bow holding her skirt in place and allowing it to fall to the ground, pooling around her ankles.

With her skirt out of the way, she raises her eyes to 9S' face, her expression unreadable in the half-light cast by the Lunar Tears. She's come this far, but even so... It feels better to have him make the first move. ]

[ They continue to carry on in a very mechanical fashion, but 9S finds nothing wrong with it. He stands almost in tandem to his partner, eyes not once leaving her as she shuts down her Pod and works to move things along. It's quiet, it's heavy, and though 9S looks fragile in the sense that he so easily colors, his expression is rather calm. ]

[ That is, until 2B unties her skirt and visor, letting them create a pile upon the floor. The slightest, most delicate of smiles graces his lips, though there may be a touch of deviousness to it. Only slight. He's far from ballsy yet. But he'll get there. ]

[ His visor comes next, where he sets it neatly upon the ground as he slowly approaches her. It doesn't take him long to realize that her pause and lengthy gaze seems to serve as an invitation. He takes off his gloves, dropping them to the ground, hesitant when he closes their distance. He could move things along quickly, give in to the excitement that completely captivates him, but they're in no present danger or hurry. Not this time. ]

[ He reaches for her cheek, hand delicately pressed there until fingers ghost over her ear. It touches the flower she'd placed there previously, prompting a delicate sigh from him. ]

[ His desire to be as humans are, to experience life as it were, dictates his gestures. 9S has no idea what he is doing, or whether or not anything he's learned will work, but he wants to try. Especially in discovering he's apparently a boyfriend now. He should do as he's read. And so, his brow presses against hers, noses touching as his voice falls to a whisper. ]

You... You're incredibly beautiful.

[ Complimenting is sexy, right? Expressing adoration and need falls under acceptable behavior, yes? ]

[ Either way, if it doesn't work out too well, he's at least got the next part started to keep her distracted from laughing at him. 9S reaches for buttons down the side of 2B's top, carefully working his way through them. His lips press along her temple, ghosting at her ear and the curve of her jaw. ]

[ 2B isn't even entirely sure how humans got this to work, but she's willing to give it a try with 9S. Whether this is stilted or not is beyond her, as it never occurred to her what the "proper" way of going about such a strange act would be. A pregnant silence descends upon them in the small cavern, but there's nothing uncomfortable about it; the tension that coils around the both of them is anticipatory and almost suffocating in the most euphoric way possible.

Seeing 9S' eyes is always disarming to 2B, who's long since grown used to never seeing them from behind his visor. They're a steely blue, much like her own, but somehow more beautiful than any other android's. 2B drinks in the sight, her expression soft and gentle, standing stock-still as he moves towards her. She feels as if she's sprouted roots into the ground, tethering her in place. Something inside of her tells her to take her time with this. To savor it. After all, she doesn't know if she'll ever have this kind of opportunity again.

2B allows herself to lean into his hand when his palm caresses her cheek, eyelashes fluttering as his fingertips graze the flower at her ear. She closes her eyes, gently lifting a hand to cover his as she turns her head, experimentally brushing her lips against his palm and wrist.

At his compliment, 2B halts. She doesn't know how to respond to that. She opens her eyes and looks into his, slightly elevated by her heels. How would he want her to respond? She doesn't want to discourage him, but... ]

So... are you? [ She responds. It's slightly stilted, and her expression is one of mild confusion. Regardless, the gesture doesn't go unappreciated. She makes a soft noise, halfway between a grunt and a moan as his lips find her temple, her eyes closing again as she holds his hand to her face. Tilting her neck away from him gingerly, she begins to undo the snaps and buckles holding his coat closed with a deft swiftness, her movements smooth and precise. Her gloved fingers gently cradle the back of his bare hand as she presses earnest, slightly rough kisses along the underside of his palm and wrist, teeth lightly grazing his dermal layer as she attempts to open his coat. ]

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[ He's forced to pause only briefly when she responds, a soft little chuckle following. 2B is cooperative, even encouraging to the compliment when she tries to do much the same. But 9S believes it could have waited. Or been delivered differently. He doesn't dwell on it for long though, especially when he's gifted the musical sound of her exhales and moan. Hearing it while being graced with the visual of her eyes makes it all the more worth-while, soulless and artificial those eyes may be. 9S hasn't felt this thrilled for as long as he can remember. ]

[ It seems taking it slow is a favorable option on both sides, and so 9S savors this. The rustle of their clothing, the soft sighs from each of them that seem to intermingle and intwine in the air. 9S only pays minimum attention to his temperature gauge when their heat multiples as one. But this is only the beginning anyway. ]

[ Wirh a shared deftness, do their tops fall. Closely in time to one another, even. 9S removes 2B's top, sliding it down her shoulders and arms, catching the top of her gloves on the way and rolling both down to expose her. He only retracts his touch for the sake of letting his coat do the same. His lips had long-since began to busy themselves with her neck and cheek, content to trail a soft signature of sorts until she is left merely in her leotard and boots. He manages a tilt of his head in favor of her returning affections, softly sighing when he starts to become more eager over time. ]

[ His hands eventually find purchase at her arms, making a slow descent with the intention of touching every curve he can reach as his head tilts yet again. Lips searching for her own, eager to feel that surge of... Whatever it was that followed her kiss. They slant against her own as fingers slide beneath her leotard, slowly working that garment to fall at her ankles. ]

[ When 9S chuckles, 2B feels as if she should blush. Her response obviously wasn't what he'd expected to hear, but no matter; he rewards her with more soft, ghosting kisses along her cheek and the column of her neck, undressing her with a surprising swiftness and leaving her dermal sensors exposed to the slight chill of the cavern surrounding them. In many ways, her partner seems more adept at this than she after just one instance of their having done this before. 2B feels a sense of competitiveness flare up within her at the thought as the top portion of her dress and gloves fall to the ground, and she moves to undo his belt and pants with a little more roughness than intended, catching herself before she mangles the garment on accident.

She wants to take this slow, too, but her programming as an E-type is a beast. 2B was created with the utmost efficiency and brutality in mind, and their current standing seems to call for everything but. She focuses on the way 9S' breathing sounds, his heat radiating off of him in waves as her own internal cooling processes begin to kick in, much more effective the second time around. 2B's eyes remain on his face, half-lidded as he works her clothing off of her, her hands dipping underneath his undone pants in order to work them down his legs.

While her expression has remained mildly impassive up to this point, the kiss 9S initiates furrows her brow and weakens her knees, something needy grabbing hold of her as she returns it with a slow, tender desperation. Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut as she leans into the kiss, whimpering almost needily against his lips, barely noticing the way he removes her leotard and allows it to fall to the ground. 2B doesn't understand how such a simple gesture can make her feel as if her circuits are frying, her hands finding the front of his chest as she shudders against him.

Whenever 9S kisses her, she feels vulnerable. Soft. He holds her in his hands, whether he knows it or not, and she presses the bare front of her body against his, slatting perfectly in spite of the height difference provided by her boots. ]

[ Given his model, he's not exactly quick to lean upon brutality. Though 9S hardly bats an eyelash at the concept of it, and 2B could honestly toss him to the ground and savagely take him if she had wanted. But he works on natural impulse, taking it steady at first even knowing that it's likely to change in an instant. There's a sense of gratification in how slowly this progresses, as if he's opening a present by slowly discarding each article of clothing. Before long, the two of them stand completely exposed to one another, left to be kissed by a fading breeze wafting in the cavern. ]

Ah--

[ He jolts as their naked forms press flush against each other, and 9S is surprised to find how soft she is underneath everything. The silicon grafting of her skin is meant to feel like true flesh, but one isn't really forced to reflect on that outside of opportunities like this. He sighs into her lips, greedily lets his hands graze every curve he can reach. They linger on her breasts, almost cautious when delicate palms cover them, marveled by their softness and warmth. 9S feels his own pulse hike merely from the touch and the way her lips seem to mesh so perfectly against his own. ]

[ It's then that a persistent nature colors the kiss. 9S hums, sparked by a jolt in energy that has him eagerly dragging his tongue along her lip, prying for entrance. His hands squeeze at her breasts, curious yet cautious, but 9S is a fast learner and has a keen idea on what's acceptable and what isn't. ]

[ 2B can't deny that the impulse to throw him onto the bed of flowers beneath their feet is very much there, but she feels rooted by the way he kisses her, the gesture so simple yet capable of shaking her to the core. His hands on her chest are warm, cupping her breasts and causing the man-made flesh to pillow between his fingers as his tongue seeks entry, which she eagerly provides. 2B ceases moving for half a second as she acclimates to the sensation of his hands and mouth, her processors taking the information and struggling to come up with the correct response.

She was built for the exact opposite of this, while 9S seems to take to it like a fish to water. 2B moans, suddenly more needy, against his mouth, her hands dancing along the flat planes of his torso before coming to rest upon his lower belly. Her right hand gently slides further downwards, seeking the familiar length that she knows she'll find there, gingerly taking it into her hand and once again being shocked by how hot and hard it is. The skin coating it is velvety, unlike the smooth silicon of the rest of their bodies, and 2B is once more seized with the idea of putting her lips around it.

It's a strange impulse, she knows, but she'd seen it in the magazine they'd found in that basement, all those days ago. Her tongue laves against 9S' as her hand encircles his shaft, slowly caressing and squeezing it as she begins to pump her fingers up and down. The way his hands squeeze and massage at her breasts threatens to cause her to overheat, and it's with great difficulty that 2B pulls away from the kiss, brow furrowed and tongue slightly extended past her wet, parted lips. ]

Let me... I mean... [ She begins, all at once looking vulnerable and vaguely confused by her own actions. She drops to her knees in front of 9S with more force than intended, sending petals flying from the flowers that were crushed by the impact even as she reasserts her grip upon the base of his cock. 2B's eyes drift upwards to his face as she leans forward, parting her lips in order to wrap them around the head of his shaft with an unpracticed clumsiness, moving her tongue along its underside. ]

[ He's committed every detail of every magazine and DVD cover he had found back in that basement. Gathering that amount of data took little to no effort, and 9S has scanned every potential position and article he could salvage. In less than 10 seconds, he could create an entire library for reference. While that isn't necessarily the case here, he's aware of what works and what doesn't. Or at least he has theories. So when 2B so beautifully moans at the feel of his hands greedily squeezing her breasts, he's encouraged. ]

[ His nerves fire off a burst of stimuli that he still hasn't adjusted to. Warm, bare hands to his already hardened length have his hips seemingly twitching on their own. 9S feels his chassis practically seize with the sudden sensations that wrack him, and he has to wonder if the human penis is this sensitive. Nonetheless, he inhales sharply through his nose as 2B eagerly takes him, caressing his length which prompts him to return for favor. ]

[ But she drops to her knees before he can even try. ]

What are--

[ The angle he sees her triggers a memory of a particular page he'd committed it to. Something that appears more often than not in pornographic depictions. Showing this exact image of a girl holding incredible beauty taking a man's length into her mouth. 9S doesn't realize that a strand of saliva has dribbled down the corner of his mouth in the shift, and so his lips are wet and parted in bewilderment as 2B dives right in. His hot, throbbing need is greeted by the increasing heat past her lips, wet and inviting. And he's sure that his heatsink is doomed. 9S intakes another sharp breath, an eye shutting tight while the other watches. He had never expected 2B to look so deliciously innocent, but in her curious gaze while she watches him destroys him. ]

O-Okay. Okay, yeah that's...

[ As her tongue drifts along the underside, he exhales a moan, a shaken hand reaching down to move the hair that falls over her nose. ]

K-Keep going...

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Nngh... [ 2B responds, eyes drifting shut as she takes him further past her lips, spurred by his reactions. She can feel the heat of his internals spike from this proximity, and she finds it incredibly gratifying. While 9S is unquestionably more well-suited for experimentation, 2B isn't going to let that stop her... Especially when he stammers the way he does. The ghost of a smile turns up the edges of her eyes as she sees the thin, wet line extending past the corner of his lips, and soon she's taking him into her mouth, all the way to the hilt.

The movement is sudden and forceful, and if 2B had had a gag reflex, it likely would have been triggered. 9S isn't particularly large, but that doesn't matter; her jaw hinges open in order to better accommodate him, the walls of her cheeks hollowing slightly with suction as she tests the way he feels against her tongue. The blunt head of his crown nestles itself at the back of her throat, prompting her to pull back... only for her to bob her head forward again, her own saliva dripping down past her lips as she does so.

It's a strange sensation, but not wholly unpleasant. The thick drag of his cock against her lips is reminiscent of the way it had felt between her legs, and 2B finds it fascinating. She complies easily when he tells her to keep going, tilting her head and allowing her tongue to swirl experimentally about the head of his shaft. As he moves her bangs from her eyes, she looks up at him again, gaze smoldering as she gauges his reactions, the hand steadily holding his base slowly beginning to pump in tandem with the movements of her mouth. ]

[ It doesn't take being a Scanner model to catch on quick-- All androids have to be versatile and able to adapt in certain ways. So there isn't any shock to 2B catching on quick. She seems so absorbed in his reactions, keen to get the best one, and 9S isn't sure if that's the reason he's so flustered and sensitive in this very moment. His mouth drops, exhaling heavier breaths when he feels his internals spike in heat. Those warnings are already there, and he can only offer sharp puffs of air in hopes of cooling himself down preemptively.

What he feels is not unlike how it had felt inside of her. Past her folds and nestled between wet, pulsing mock-flesh that seemed to caress his need. 2B's lips and tongue seem to do much the same, though the suction is gratifying in a different way. He feels his crown tap the very wall of her throat, hot and inviting despite how invasive it must be. Coupled with the stroke of her hand, he finds himself incapable of balance. ]

Hhnn--!

[ His head rolls back a moment, another sharp inhale and exhale desperately trying to keep him cool. 9S moans into the dark, perplexed by the sensations but completely obsessed with them. His fingers squeeze in her hair, and it's completely without regret that he pulls at the strands. When his head rolls back, he meets with her smolder, body twitching to it. She looks so... Devious. Yet angelic. Perfect. He wonders if he'll lose it and paint a picture with lubricant across her lips. Would that be unwise? Would it be wrong? ]

Y...eah. You're... You're already good at this.

[ He laughs. Weakly. But he manages. ]

[ Yes, this is good. 2B is incredibly gratified by the way his breath quickens, so much so that her free hand reaches between her own legs, gently massaging at her already-slick, neglected slit. She tilts her head to and fro as she bobs it up and down along his length, making small, nearly inaudible vocalizations as she does so. Her salivary ducts are kicked into overdrive as she fucks him with her mouth, her tongue twisting and laving along every surface of his shaft that she can possibly reach.

The act doesn't trip any of her physical pleasure receptors, but the sounds he makes and the reactions she elicits are more than enough for her. 2B's fingers gently massage the bundle of sensory systems at the top of her folds as she works, eyelashes fluttering as a deep, appreciative moan curls at the back of her throat, more in response to his compliment than anything else.

When 9S pulls her hair, she growls, allowing her teeth to dangerously graze along his shaft. Their liaisons have been thus far been marked with the vague threat of violence, and this time is no different. There's something possessive about the way she commands his cock's pleasure with her lips and mouth, practically pistoning her parted, pouty lips along the velvety length of him.

For some reason, the thought of him spurting hot, thick ropes of lubricant into her mouth excites her. There's no nutritional value to be had there, and she knows it; the impulse is illogical in the truest sense... just like everything else about their arrangement. ]

[ He doesn't dare let his eyes shut. Not when watching 2B completely take in his cock... On her knees and so dutifully pleasuring him has him bewildered and thrilled. There's something so shocking and gratifying in watching 2B suck him off on her knees, reaching down to touch herself when he's not doing a single thing to her. He wants to. 9S feels a sudden urge to tackle 2B to the ground and mercilessly fuck her until something breaks. ]

[ Starting slow made for some benefit, but 9S can't avoid the natural desire to be harsh and violent that seems embedded in each android in some way. In this case? He wishes to provoke her. The reaction to the pull of her hair delivering a drag of teeth sparks it. It doesn't hurt, but fuck... it should. ]

[ Like a lamb to slaughter. 9S hisses, brow twitching. His hips roll into her mouth, and his lips curl into snarl. And just as he's likely built for the sole purpose of being destroyed, 9S opens his mouth. Voice laced with lust. ]

Bitch...

[ If 2B didn't know any better, she would swear she sees a going of red in 9S' beautiful, heartrending eyes. She knows that look intimately, if only because she's exhibited it herself time and time again when she takes down machine lifeforms. If she loves 9S for his inquisitiveness, she adores him for his viciousness, and she glares defiantly up at him, something like desire flaring deep within her circuits.

2B redoubles her efforts, being less careful about the placement of her teeth against the sensitive receptors of his cock. Her canines graze him almost to the point of scraping at the skin, and she closes her eyes, brow furrowed with her efforts. The hand between her thighs drops to the ground in order to brace herself, feeling the strange, weighty twitch of the erecting mechanisms in his cock react to her ministrations.

That old, needy urge to tear him apart resurfaces as his cock slides in and out of her mouth, clawing it's way through her systems and prompting her to bring her hands to the front of his thighs, digging her nails into the flesh. She wants to reach inside of him and play in his insides. She wants to fuck him until he can't move anymore.

2B continues along this vein until she feels almost as if he might come undone. Regardless of whether that moment comes or not, she withdraws her mouth from his cock with a loud popping noise, swiping at her lips with the back of her hand before repositioning herself into her heels, kicking one of her feet out in front of her in an arc with the intent to sweep 9S' balance out from underneath him. ]

[ He's fully aware of the consequences that could follow so disrespectfully calling to her. 9S realizes in the spike of heat and need that he doesn't care. It's the same mentality that overwhelms him in the heat of battle. In hacking into a machine lifeform and completely tearing it apart from the inside. Without touch-- He doesn't need to. He could weave his way into anything and anyone and completely destroy it. Or change it. Mold it to his whim. ]

[ 9S feels a burst of hunger. A bloodthirsty energy that can usually only be calmed by destroying a machine. A useless machine that knows nothing of struggle. Nothing of pain and loneliness. They try. Do they try... But it's merely code and useless parts working towards a goal that can't be achieved for them. It pisses him off. But perhaps the underlying cause is because they're doing the same exact thing. Trying to be human. Trying to feel. ]

[ 2B isn't mistaken by the subtle flash of red. And she gives 9S exactly what he wants by scraping the dermal layer which molds his need. It burns as she scrapes into him, practically delivering a bite that illicits a hiss. He exhales, throaty and raspy yet colored in lust and pleasure. Once she withdraws, he struggles to pull her hair again. To bring her back because she isn't fucking done. But she overpowers him, and he can't be displeased with that as he crashes to the ground once she kicks it from under him. ]

Hck--!

[ 9S grunts, teeth bared as he struggles to gain some sort of upper hand here. There is none. But there's an overwhelming load of energy that takes him. He wants her to rip him apart, he wants to rip her apart and leave them a pile of nothing when this is over. ]

That's it? That's it?!

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[ 2B sometimes finds herself caught off-guard by the ferocity with which 9S treats the machines, his violent prejudice towards them more acerbic than that of other androids. It's a cause for concern, even as an android produced to destroy the lifeforms... But 2B has to admit that seeing such viciousness from the usually personable 9S excites her.

2B should, by all means, be insulted by such an insult from someone she could easily tear apart. Part of her wonders if she should even be hurt, but a larger, louder part of her feels excitement for 9S' seeming hunger for his own self-destruction. It's so strange, she thinks, how they seem to be created for each other. As he falls, she moves to suspend herself over him, hands gripping his hips tightly as he protests.

2B's gaze is cool, though some strange, dangerous mixture of lust and anger simmers within her eyes. She looks down her nose at him like a vengeful, bloodsoaked deity, her hair falling into her eyes as the leather of her boots slips along the dirt, tearing apart the flowers crushes beneath their weight. The flower he gave her is still firmly, miraculously in place as she posits her hips over his, slotting his need parallel to the length of her slit.

With her nails biting into his skin, rough and stinging, she roughly dips and grinds her hips against his, the head of his cock teasing along the slick line of her folds.

Her voice is soft and cool when she speaks, low and dangerous. ]

Who's the bitch now... ?

Edited 2017-04-16 20:24 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

Hah.

[ He pants. Neck craned. ]

Still you.

[ As he cranes his neck upwards, one of 2B's hands darts out, grabbing his neck and slamming his head back onto the ground. Lifting her hips up from his, she rests the crux of her thighs upon his lower belly, away from his hot, pulsating need. ]

Wrong answer.

[ 2B slowly grinds her hips down onto his gut, shuddering as she brings her other hand up to his neck. She pins his weight down easily, her boots pressing hard down into the dirt and keeping her steadily docked over him. Her expression is one of dispassionate calculation, only vaguely colored by the way her lips part in order to moan every time she grinds her weight down onto him.

Gradually, she begins to push her hands down around his neck, almost as if she's seeking to collapse his trachea. She looms over him, eyes at half-mast as she curls her neck so their brows touch, her fingers curling around the thin column of his throat. ]

I could kill you right here, [ She breathes. ] That's what you want, isn't it? To die without ever having been inside me again?

[ The sudden shift is quick, almost impossible to register immediately. But before long, 9S' need is left cold and unattended, throbbing painfully as it's left to prod at her ass while she grinds along his abdomen. What's more is the grip on his neck, tight and nearly unexpected where it forces a choking sound amidst the dark. 9S feels his entire being shudder, blood pumping and the rest of him tightly coiled while she squeezes down. ]

[ 9S wheezes against her lips, their brows pressed close together where she can feel his mouth tremble. He'd expected such a reaction, so it's only natural that he seeks it. The threat of killing him sets something off in his head-- "You'd die anyway"-- But he finds himself far more distracted by other implications. He could beg for forgiveness, but would she like it? ]

Hn.... A-ah...

[ His breath leaves him, almost completely. 9S feels her fingers curl into his throat, tight enough to bring back that delicious throbbing sensation he's felt last time. ]

[ With trembling hands, they reach for her wrists, tightly gripping them. He doesn't push or pull, and his hips twitch against her. 9S wants to be absolutely obliterated, and it seems he'll quickly get what he wants. So he dials back, but not too much, immediately removing the look of bloodthirsty anger for something lighter. 9S sweetly bites his lip, tilts his head back as best as he can, crying out a sweet yet desperate whimper in the dark. ]

N-No.

[ It's his answer to her question, but it's followed by the desperate moan of 2B's designation. Sweet and innocent. ]

[ 2B rewards the insistent poking of his need by hiking her hips up higher, moving away from him in favor of positing her hips around his waist. Her grip on his throat doesn't let up, nor does it increase, her expression as impassive as ever as she stares down at him. Their breaths mingle, her lips technically pressing against his though not in a proper kiss, her eyelashes gently fluttering against the bridge of his nose.

He looks so desperate here, trapped beneath her. She revels in it, thrilled by the hungry way in which he regards her. Her nails bite into the flesh of his neck as she gently plants kiss after kiss to the corners of his mouth, the tenderness in the act moving against the violent cruelty in the way she strangles him.

The change in his expression causes something within 2B to shift, and while her grip doesn't relent, she slowly slides her hips back down to align with his, bracketing them with her thighs. She slowly grinds down onto him with a soft sigh, the feeling of his hard need scratching an itch simply grinding her slit against him couldn't. ]

You need to tell me what you want, 9S. [ She murmurs. Her voice is still low, measured. ] Otherwise we won't get anywhere.

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