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castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
itshilarious) wrote in castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
Ongoing PSL - In-game setting
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
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Her body is so responsive like this, her nerve endings completely attuned to the way his fingers massage and drag along her soft breasts. Her nipples are particularly sensitive as he toys with them, the feeling of him roughly pinching them causing her to shudder and hiss beneath him.
When 9S moans into her ear, 2B swears she's going to lose her mind. When he does it again, she has to bite back the needy noise that rises from her throat, focusing instead on his words. As he gently begins to guide her hand, 2B bites her bottom lip, heat rushing to her face. She knows how much he's enjoying this, and while she's more than happy to continue to play this game with him.... her own needs are becoming more evident.
When such obscenities fall from his lips, 2B feels almost like she can't take it anymore. She has no witty response, no coy reply; instead, she lifts her gaze to his face as his cock teasingly prods against her entrance, promising a delicious pleasure before cruelly pulling away, leaving her hotter and more wanting than before. 2B's hips angle upwards in an attempt to better align her entrance with his cock, but the way he has the both of them positioned makes her efforts fruitless.
Though it takes her a great deal of effort, the sound of her name falling from his lips finally pushes her over the edge. When she speaks, it comes out in a rush: ] I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come-- [ 2B's breath catches as she writhes underneath him, unable to keep her hips from jerking upwards into his. ] Please, 9S--
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His teasing continues, even as her hips tremble, even as her sweet whimpers fall from her lips. 9S moans hosre against her ear, his cock throbbing in desperate pain. And he's intent on continuing until she so suddenly begins to beg. ]
--!
[ It comes out. It comes out and it's so unexpected in the sense that he's never heard her voice inflect such a tone. It's so delicate, soft. Incredibly sexy while being equally incredibly adorable. I need you...
I need you to fuck me.
I need you to make me come.
I need you.
His name, her wants... All so desperately whined. All so desperately heady and sultry. 9S is not sure if it's the sudden discovery that she truly needs him destroys him, or if it's just that hot. But 9S immediately finds a desire to melt into her, to express his love. To ruin her.
His lips curl into a smile as he briefly stops. 9S exhales a breathy laugh. ]
Good girl.
[ A surge of energy steals him. 9S only guides 2B's hand to pull it away, where he aligns himself. He wastes absolutely no time in tormenting her further, hands falling at her hips to hold tight before he thrusts into her, hard and fast, forced to gasp when her tight heat takes him in effortlessly. ]
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2B barely registers his stopping, looking to him in a daze as he praises her. She opens her mouth to argue with him, to call him condescending... but he gives her no such quarter. When he gently sets her hand aside, 2B hardly has any time to steel herself as he gives her exactly what she asked for, causing her back to arch and her eyes to widen, mouth falling open in a silent scream as her head thumps against the table.
His cock stretches her open, her walls clinging tightly to his shaft even as he pushes in with one swift, decisive movement. 2B feels full and swollen as he fills her to the utmost, dragging thickly through her entrance and causing her tight cunt to wrap around him greedily. She's taken a dick before, of course, but this? This is something else entirely. 2B can feel 9S throb and jerk within her, and she swears that the experience is almost religious as he slams into the back of her pussy, causing her vision to go white for an instant.
2B can barely take time to recover before her hips are moving again, eager to fuck him even as her body acclimates to the way he feels inside of her, her hands lifting above her head in order to grip the opposite edge of the table for balance as she looks down to where they're connected. ] ]
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2B's moans are both a pleasant surprise, and an indication of his losing control. It drives him crazy, hearing such a musical and desperate tone coming from the woman he's known as hardened and stubborn. It's gratifying, intense, and 9S feels as if he's grown harder at the concept.
His fingers curl into her hips, body bent over for the time being as he pulls his hips back before delivering yet another hard thrust. They become frequent, develop a pattern, seeking that wet friction that so deliciously delivers with each push. He can feel her pulse, feel her muscles greedily pull him in and protest when he partially pulls out. The crown of his need crushes against her resistance, where it feels almost painfully smothered but the pain brings far more pleasure than discomfort. In fact, there is no discomfort to be found. Androids are uncertain of gods, but 9S is almost certain he's found it inside of her. ]
H--Ah, shit...
[ His face is pressed into her neck at this angle, breath hot and heavy with every single thrust, and he can't help but allow his gaze to watch their connection as 2B does. Sticky, wet arousal clings to his need, spreads to his lower half and leave a web between them with every pull back. 9S exhales an amused, almost amazed sort of sound, his voice hoarse and heavy. ]
Y-You're... So wet, 2B. Fuck.
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She hardly understands how 9S has the wherewithal to talk as he begins to move in earnest, a harsh cry tearing through her throat as he pistons his hips into hers. She feels like she's being torn apart, unmade and simultaneously put back together every time he moves, the feeling agonizing as it is sweet.
2B can feel his breath heat against her neck, the hollow of her throat straining as she arches and curls underneath him. She does her best to meet his movements in kind, pressing upwards and bouncing her hips against him as their shared bond sends slick, sticky arousal along her lower belly and inner thighs. ]
And you wanted--hahn--verbal confirmation about how much I wanted you, [ She quips, her brow furrowing as she cries out, unable to contain the sound. ]
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It's the first time he's thankful that their weights have been essentially cut in half since their shift to becoming human. Otherwise? This table would be debris.
9S grips tightly at her hips, fingers curling into her flesh as he picks up the pace. The friction is damning, yet addicting. Never has he felt such a surge of arousal, but he supposes it's from the constant desire of having 2B in such a way. He loves her. Impossibly so. That much has been consistent since their time shared in their world. He can blame his jealousy on that, but it doesn't matter now that they're physically intertwined.
It's like every thrust forces a sound from her, something glorious and beautiful. 9S turns his attention to merely watch her expressions contort and tense with every pull and push of his hips. He commits every single image to memory, cursing himself that it's only a human memory, and not something he can physically record.
He exhales a chuckle, labored and broken as it molds into a moan. 9S inhales sharply against her neck as he continues to pound into her. ]
I had my-- Nn...Nnaahr-reasons.
[ While 9S struggles to speak, he seems pretty keen on continuing. There's only lack of reply when he gets distracted by the wet sounds of their bodies consistently connecting and pulling back. He can feel her fluids drip down, stick between them and coat whatever they manage to reach. The room fills with the fragrant smell of their coupling, and he's immediately intoxicated by it. 9S grits his teeth and grunts through a continuing grin against her neck. ]
God, I wanted this. I wanted this so, hh--Ahhnngh so bad.
2B--
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As he increases his pace, 2B finds that she can't bite back the noises building within her throat any longer, a harsh cry tearing past her lips as he pounds into her cunt. She feels tender and swollen, the mortar to his pestle; completely whole and perfect. She doesn't notice him watching her face as her eyes squeeze shut, but she manages to choke out a few words in between the moans and harsh cries that escape her parted lips. ]
Wh-Why didn't you-- s-say anything, [ 2B half-sobs, her body feeling like it's unraveling on a molecular level. She drives her hips against him, desperate and greedy, a rapidly approaching peak beginning to incline within the pit of her gut. ] 9S--!
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The pleasure is goddamn close to too much. 9S hisses against her neck, highly vocal when her fingers roughly tug his hair. Every thrust steals the breath from his lungs, wrecks his very composure. His face buries into her neck, puffing in heavy breaths that come out broken and harsh. He suckles on her pulse, kisses whatever he can reach while he struggles to find the words. When he answers her, his speech is incredibly rushed and staggered. ]
I-I was, I... Don't-- Oh, OhgodI'mgonnacometoofast.
[ That promising peak seems to be rushing forward. Every part of this feels too good, too addicting, and 9S doesn't think it's ever felt this good with anyone. As if they were made for each other. God, what an idiot he was to prolong this from happening. ]
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Fisting the hand she has in his hair, 2B tilts her head backwards as the sensation of his pounding her threatens to overwhelm her, her moans and cries growing loud enough that they reverberate throughout the room. 2B can't imagine doing this with anyone else, and every stilted verbalization on her part only seems to emphasize that fact. She's always adored him, of course, but in this moment she feels almost as if she worships him, the thrust of his hips causing her to sing her adulation.
At what he says next, 2B struggles to speak, desperation coloring her tone. ]
J... Just come! [ She cries almost too loudly. 2B strains to look to his face, eager to look into his eyes without really understanding why. ]
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It wasn't this. It's as if his entire world is congested, surrounded and smothered by nothing but 2B, and the realization of that is fantastic. He wants to be nothing but hers, to let everything revolve around her because that's been his focus likely the entirety of their partnership. 9S knows he'll have to chastise himself later for holding back, because even now it makes little to no sense that he had.
As 2B's cries get louder, so do his own. Hearing her hanging by a thread off that promising edge of climax is enough to likely throw him over his own in little to no time at all. He feels the splash of fluids at his lower half and abdomen, soaking through the hem of his shirt and fuck... He's heard about female ejaculation but he's never experienced it first-hand. There's a lot flooding between them, and coupled with the way she shouts for him to lose it? Well, 9S wasn't always the best at following orders, but for 2B? He could never refuse. His body seems to react the same way. Knowing how wet she is, how close judging by how her insides cling to him, how loudly she calls for him...
But nothing destroys him more than when their gazes meet. 2B is incredibly flushed, lips swollen and eyes seemingly full of lust and need. A gaze he isn't at all used to seeing from her, and it absolutely demolishes him. His hands frantically reach around, one arm at her back while the other slams down onto the table and grabs hold. ]
I-I'm-- Fuck!
[ 9S couldn't possibly cry out any louder, face burying itself back in her neck while the entirety of him jolts and writhes into her. 9S' hips thrust one last time as he empties out into her in copious amounts. It's gratifying, so fucking pleasurable, but his vision and mind completely goes blank. 9S finds himself immediately stuck in the most intense orgasm he's ever had.
Yeah. Yeah he should have done this a long time ago. ]
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2B is grateful she chose to pull away in order to look to him, as their eyes locking seems to do something devastating to him. She's overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, though she doesn't; soon enough, his face is buried in the crook of her neck as he gives a final, hoarse cry, spilling deep into her and rattling her to the core.
It doesn't take long for her to follow after him, her climax almost catching her by surprise as she holds the edge of the table with a white-knuckled grip. 2B practically screams as she comes undone, quick like a match struck down her back, the feeling of his seed burning deep inside of her only serving to bring about her end even more quickly. She tenses and convulses underneath him, eyes shut tight as broken cries burst past her lips.
It isn't her first orgasm, but it certainly is her hardest. It takes her a veritable age to come down from it, breath coming in labored puffs before she swallows hard against the dryness of her throat, opening her eyes to look down at where he has his face buried into the hollow of her neck. ]
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He has to pull out. It's a completely unconscious motion, but the threat of over-stimulation is maddening. That isn't to say that he doesn't continue to cling to her, because he sure as shit does. 9S wants to melt into her like snow upon grass, to latch on and never let go.
He would say something, make a comment like he always does, but the instant he pulls back his gaze to see she's still looking at him that way brings pause. ]
Ah--
[ She had wanted him. 9S found plenty of sexual thrill in goading her into saying it, but it meant so much more than that. It still sinks into his skin now, it still shows in her gaze, and 9S finds himself immediately lost and incapable of thought. Everything around them ceases to exist, leaving just the two of them. Raw and tortured... It's a gift that he's a human as much as it's a curse. A look is almost physical in a sense with how it effects him. 9S locks gazes, smoldering still, yet carrying a quality that is very much sobering. He loves her. Why did he wait so long?
He loves her.
9S feels that very same urge to kiss her, and there's a moment he avoids it. As if uncertainty is still there, as if handling his emotions is terrifying when recalling what they're meant to do. What she's meant to do. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? It doesn't matter as long as they're here. Together. ]
2B.... I....
[ He leans in, but he hesitates. Strange how he does, considering they just plowed into one-another. ]
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When his eyes meet his, 2B suddenly feels self-conscious... which is ironic, considering what they've just done. She can't tell what he's thinking, and she releases her grip on the table, wincing as her muscles practically scream with relief as they cease tensing. She hadn't realized that she'd been gripping it so hard, and while she'd been able to hold positions indefinitely as an android, her ability to do so has greatly diminished since she became human.
She tilts her head slightly as she looks at him, something indescribable welling up within her as she does so. His expression is soft and tender, unmistakably affectionate and comforting. 2B's brow furrows as heat rises to her face, though she hardly understands why.
When he leans in, 2B hesitates only because he does. She gauges his expression for a moment, trying to puzzle out his thought process. She notes how open he is, how willing he is to give her everything of himself... and it threatens to break her.
2B loves him, too. Devastatingly so. Without another moments hesitation, she leans in without saying anything, closing the distance between the both of their mouths in a kiss almost exactly the opposite of their previous coupling. It's slow, gentle, but no less passionate, even as her eyes slide shut. ]
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When 2B looks at him, it strikes a chord. All of her seems to have that effect on him. His face is incredibly flush, expression vulnerable. Suddenly he feels so small, and it's a feeling he can't help but hang on to despite it. He would say more, express himself somehow because the silence is maddening, but 2B closes the distance between them before he can. ]
--!
[ His brow raises, eye wide for but a moment before it registers that she'd had the same intentions. But 9S sinks into it with ease, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet. The passion is shared on both sides, but feeling it from 2B is agonizing and torturing in the best way. 9S leans in, hand hesitant for but a moment before it cups her cheek and slides fingers through her hair. He hums into her lips, something akin to a whine when the passion is painful. He can't possibly be close enough. It isn't enough, but it's too much all the same. The love and passion is agony, much like living in this fleshy shell has been.
But he loves it. He loves all of it, and honestly never wants to be an android again. The passion is shared on both sides, the gentleness matching. 9S parts his lips and tilts his head, if only to feel closer without outright fucking again. ]